I don’t have a tv set and haven’t had one for most of my adult life. I watch a movie on Netflix or a BBC series on AmazonPrime from time to time, but my exposure to actual television is almost nil. Which probably helps to explain the trauma.
This morning, I found myself sitting for an hour in the waiting room at the car repair shop and they had (because this is apparently required anytime six or more Americans gather together) a flat-screen tv on the wall showing Good Morning America. The sound was on, too, not just closed captioning along the bottom, so you really couldn’t sit in that room and not pay attention.
Oh. My. Goddess. All that I could think of was a line from one of Octavia Butler’s novels where, far into the future, a traveler from another planet picks up a bit of petroleum-based plastic and tastes it. They dropped it immediately because it was “full of so many kinds of wrong” that they could hardly bear it.
I realize that Good Morning America isn’t, for example, Fox News. But the Patriarchal, capitalist propaganda, the sexism, the faux emotion, the fake bonhomie — and, Mother of the Gods — the commercials! There was one commercial that played over and over that said that Subarus are love. I am not making that up. The way that even average Americans have been taught how to give sound bites and propagandize themselves.
Turn it off, people. Throw it away. You wouldn’t knowingly eat poison. Don’t watch that garbage.
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