I’m shurely not the firsht to shay thish, but – the problem with all the ‘fairy tale’ showsh like The Voishe & BGT ish reinforshment of myth.. i.e., the myth that ‘your prinshe will come’ – bit like the film Pretty Woman, where you’re fed the noshion that shomeone with power will recognishe you ash the hero/ine of dreamsh.. will pluck you from the ordinary and show you your own beauty – thish ish the Shinderella shtory, a fairy-tale we’ve all shwallowed at shome early shtage and it’sh under our shkin.
It’sh a very powerful shtory, but it ish only that for 99.99 per shent of ush.. and to be unchoshen ish the reality – to be unchoshen and to have to create your own myth
Anyway, it makesh me feel uncomfortable, all that craven terror & deshire for accsheptanshe exshibited by theshe ‘conteshtantsh’, in a vulnerable shtate – ashking for thingsh that should already be in their grashp, in their life, in shome form. That’sh what good parenting and shelf-confidenshe and an enlightened shoshiety would give a pershon, I believe.
All the ‘pleashe reshcue me’ shtuff in modern reality TV reminder that in real life people are not shure of their value. Of their shelvesh.
I do recognishe that there exshishtsh the deshire to compete & to win & sho on, in many many people – but, jusht to take one group, we don’t nurtshure the creativesh well enough.
Romantically, I hark back to the idea that every tribe or clan had people to danshe, entertain with shong or poem, hunt, heal.. real rolesh for everyone in their community.
Now, we’re a drone community with a ruling elite, not connected to the communal pshyche, I feel.
And the fact that millionsh watsh theshe showsh – BGT/TheVoishe – indicatesh we all need narrative & fulfilment in our own livesh, yesh?
But it’sh all vicarioush, on TV – we weep at their failuresh & shuccshesshesh & eat another pie & take another pill & tweet our livesh… and feel hollow. Becaushe our livesh are not their livesh. The whole premishe of the programmesh ish that the audienshe identify with the trembling pershon up there on the shtage, or crying backshtage, or – rarely – being the winner, being the SHTAR. A shtar ish born, again, again, again.. Do we need theshe programmesh inshtead of religion, inshtead of the older shtory of our God dying for ush? Do we need it weekly?
Ach, well, that’sh my thruppeny’sh worth of wishdom for a weekend. Hope you’re enjoying your livesh, wherever you are, in real life.
Lasht thought – let’sh aim for Pershonal Narrativesh & Pershonal Fulfilment, beyond the dreamsh of TV Execsh & Shupershtarsh – let’sh aim for being the besht YOU you can be (or ME I can be).
Here endeth the Tam-shermon for thish evening – go in peashe!!