Emmys Disease

The Emmys showed up on TV just as I was preparing to write this post. The first shot I saw was a quick one of the crowd - and from that I knew instantly what I was watching. I wasn't expecting it to be on, in fact I was aware that it had happened (in real time) but had thought that was that. Apparently not. So how did I know? There is no group of people that look quite like TVs top of the pops. Except perhaps for Hollywoods A-listers, but I would've recognised more of them. All of the Emmy-goers looked so plastic, so shiny, so pretty on the outside and hollow at the heart. We're all familiar with the trend, but do we ever stop to question it? Why are they like that? Is it just the fact that they're all ridiculously affluent? Or has working in an imitating industry conditioned them to merely 'imitate' life instead of really living it? Whatever the cause it's scary, because these shell-like people live in my home, yours, and those of millions of others. And by example and attrition many of us are becoming more like them. The worst part about it is that it's not some huge conspiricy to sap life from the heart of the world - they're largely unaware of their own state and I doubt they'd spare a thought to how they might affect the rest of the world. They don't realise that they're sick, and therefore won't take medicine and don't worry about infecting others.

Some would say that the whole medium is corrupt, just drop it, pull the plug, etc. Yeah, that's the easy way out. Save yourselves - perhaps. The harder way (and the better, in my opinion) is to not give up on a grossly ill organism but instead to try to treat it - one small bit at a time.