We now live in a world where Kim Kardashian’s butt in a pair of “see-through” jeans is delivered to us by the internet feeding tubes as a real and unprotected moment caught by happenstance and not on purpose. We know by now that nothing reality fame whores do is spontaneous — or even interesting any longer — their behavior is all so predictable and transparent and, frankly, boring. We exist in a constant “on” society where everything counts and nothing matters and the ideal of “over-sharing” being uncouth died with the invention of the broadband connection and the ever-dumber smartphone.
We all live the Kardashian curse. With live-streaming Twitter video feeds from Meerkat and Periscope, the threat of Google Glass against our privacy in public is shredded! Google Glass was a child’s fascination while these live-stream feeds from smartphones locks us into an always on, never-blinking, society where anyone can place your life on the live internet at will — their will, not yours — and what are you going to do about it except smile and go along for their ride with you leading the way?
The inexplicable need to go viral — to be important beyond the selfie and to be noticed by others in a pretend, organic, way — falsifies all of our lives; for nothing is possibly viral today because we’re all too hyper-aware and keen on sensing the non-genuine thriving all around us under the score of honesty and integrity.
We live in a predictable, preplanned world where nothing is allowed to breathe or be spontaneous. Our agendas are scripted for public expression, online petition outrage, ongoing distribution and angry consumption — all so we might get on the nightly news or be quoted in Wikipedia as an expert in the inhuman condition.
The naturally occurring moment of humanity has disappeared from our lives and that is something we should genuinely mourn. Our spontaneity and naivete no longer exist.
The biggest fake is “reality television” — which either neither of the sort and nothing of the matter — because everything is pre-written and pre-determined and incredibly cynical in its effects on the Observer. The only reality television that actually worked was the first season of The Real World on MTV where people were unwittingly exposed and vulnerable and unfiltered; ever since — everyone is camera aware.
The only thing that is sort of real is the cruel everyday April Fooling of our children on TV — especially those kids with parents in the military who “surprise” their children on camera by first pretending to be someone else — like a ballplayer or a school mascot, until the live “reveal” for the TV screen: “No, I’m not who you thought I was, I’m actually the father you haven’t seen for six months, now give me a good hug and make it look right with crying and everything; we’re on video, for crying out loud!”
Our “real” experiences have been reduced to feeling horrible and awkward for those emotionally exploited children, or the kids who are high on painkillers and are videoed on the ride home from the dentist by their mother who wants her drugged up son to say “something funny” so she can get more Social Media hits and become “viral” — but only in her own exploitative mind.
I fear we are too far apart from the inevitable result of an opened Pandora’s Box, and we’re now living in the everlasting shining that will never filter into darkness and shall always refuse to go away. We’re caught in the perpetual false smile and the never ending moment of always wondering who’s watching us — by the millions! — on a hidden live stream in which we star, but can never really begin to see.