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t is too depressing when you see that we live in the era of tabloid lifestyle- a lifestyle without philosophy and substance. Preachers preaching about money and boasting about their mansion and limousine, people going on television to sell their personality- a personality molded by others, nothing original. Everybody copycatting that lifestyle- and somebody who shuns it- thrown to the corner and patronized.
Everything is commercial. I wish I could travel back to the sixties and seventies. I wish I could buy a ticket for songs with deep message. Where is that all now? Every song about money and sex, every book with a title "How to..." as if there is a simple remedy to solve every question or as if we all are from the same cast. We are fed stories about someone's embarrassing act, tickets he was served, his sexuality or marriage failure. We know about his previous night even before he gets over the hangover and learns whatsoever happened to him. Even those deceased are not spared. If you have a page on Wikipedia, know that your bedroom story is also included.
As Shelley Berman put it beautifully "As a culture I see us as presently deprived of subtleties. The music is loud, the anger is elevated, sex seems lacking in sweetness and privacy."
I think we are going dumber and dumber as what we read, we listen and watch is anything but with substance. We don't know that we love or support, hate or admonish. We are not sure about what we believe, and everything we say we know is superficial.
The system has made us indifferent to knowledge much less reactive to a challenge. Our dialogues are about the pockets of others, or about their bling and swag or who is gay, who is straight. We don't care about issues we say we care. The Future, Racism, Sexism, Poverty, Liberty, Equality? No we don't care about all these stuffs. We just avoid all these topics. And if we somehow talk about them, we don't reason-we just use a vulgar language to tell it. We swarm a provoking statement from someone with more hateful comments. Our skin is thinner than our fathers', our scope much shorter.
It is not a coincidence that now we hear many in the showbiz business confessing that they suffer from bipolar disorder. If we continue like this- I am afraid- we will end up LITERALLY slaves to those who are feeding us this lifestyle while they indeed keep abhorrence towards it. Perhaps, it is that either I am melancholic or getting older.
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