Media and our Voyeuristic Misdemeanor

Reality TV seems to showing everything these days. Relationships, behavior, morals, taboos are being discussed, enacted and shown live on different channels. The consumer is like a voyeur, without any self inflicting morals, digesting these, day in and day out. The Internet also helps. Video channels allow you to upload anything for anybody to see and comment. Now I am not here to judge societal values and morals and that’s not the idea behind putting together these words. But then perhaps there is a limit to how much we should give and conversely how much we should take.

I heard lately that Jade Goody (Big Brother Fame) wants to broadcast her death on Television. Now surely I am definitely not the one who would watch the proceedings and this does not have anything to do with my respect for mankind. When you die, no matter what you have accomplished in life, the dignity of the remains is supreme and would perhaps increase. But the process of death is inevitable and is a private one. The process per se of this natural sequence of events is surely to be kept for family and friends and medical assistants if needed.

The problem here is not Jade Goody herself. She is dying of cancer. Her only claim to fame is her Big Brother participation and racist comments and subsequent reversals in stance. She knows that she generates the ever ready hyena like media to get some footage out of her. Her wish therefore emanates from this understanding. She also knows that suckers are there to do exactly what suckers do.

Then we have another bombarding our brains from the media. Alfie Patten, the 13 year old father with his new born son on Youtube, print and everywhere else, communicate his part of the story. I wonder about the senses of the parents on both sides of the new parents and how degenerated they are.

This is not an attribute of the British (both of the above are British); rather it’s the sorry state of mind of “we the people” irrespective of countries and breed. Maybe tomorrow you would have people fornicating on the streets and then the media covering the event live(surely they would). Then while they broadcast the same we would munch pop corn and watch the thriller. This would be an orgasm and perhaps death on TV would generate the same voyeuristic hormones in our brains. Sometimes and these days a lot of time it feels that a significant percentage of us have been samples of the worst produce of mutation.

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