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number 1                                                    january 2004

 

The Things That We Know

 

 

            In Germany, the Nazis first came for the communists, and I did not speak up, because I was not a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak up, because I was not a Jew. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak up, because I was not a trade unionist. Then they came for the Catholics, and I did not speak up, because I was not a Catholic. Then they came for me... and by that time, there was no one to speak up for anyone.”

-- Martin Niemoeller, Pastor,

German Evangelical (Lutheran) Church

 

 

 

            I can’t necessarily put my finger on what it is, but between you and me, I haven’t been comfortable with the ‘cynic’ label for quite some time.  It’s not because I’ve turned a corner and all of the sudden I’m hugging assholes and using phrases like ‘turn that frown upside down!’ without a derisive laugh.  I still spew bile with as much ferocity as I did before.  However, something has changed in the past few years.

            Being a cynic to me is poking a hole in the balloon of pie-in-the-sky idealism and getting people to realize that there is no black and white, no good and evil; just varying shades of gray.  Life exists in a balance.  For every happiness, there is bitterness.  Every victory has a defeat. 

            I never viewed the role of the cynic to bring down society.  Cynics are there to give society a dose of harsh reality.  But that role’s necessity is shrinking because society has concluded that almost everything that has been built up for the last couple of centuries is complete bunk.

            What I find disheartening is that nobody seems to care enough to do anything about it.  Society knows its harsh realities.  They don’t need any prompting by the cynics.  But instead of moral outrage, a call for an account from our leaders on how things can get this fucked up this badly, we have retreated into a shell of fierce, barbaric nationalism on one hand and irresponsible consumptive decadence on the other.  These are the things that destroy great societies.  Very often, they are not brought down from without, but from within.  The general malaise that exists in our society that comes from not having any hardships to strengthen and unify us.

 

            These are the things we know:

 

·        We know that many of our fashions, our electronics, our knick-knacks, household items, our running shoes and just about everything else imaginable is made by a system of third-world slave labour.  We know that this continues the cycle of third-world poverty by sending children to work, rather than sending them to school.  This also encourages companies to take away manufacturing jobs here and send them overseas, forcing our citizens into accepting lower paying jobs with little or no benefits.  However, since we want to be “like Mike,” and since these sweatshops aren’t in front of our faces, we ignore it and swipe the card.  A twelve-year old Indonesian child spent fourteen hours in a factory making this?  Oh well, it’s not a Canadian child so who gives a shit!  We also realize that any future this planet may have depends on development of the third world.  Doesn’t it make more sense to help these people out of poverty, to have even more educated people in this world, who can help to solve the desperate problems that threaten this planet?  We know this, and we do nothing.

 

 

·        We know that the “war” in Iraq is complete nonsense.  Even the most hardened conservatives know that it’s a move to shoehorn American interests into the Middle East, using the moniker of fighting terrorism as a justification.  Instead of calling on our leaders to fight terrorism in ways that will actually work, we quietly bullshit ourselves into believing that capturing Saddam Hussein will curtail terrorist activity, instead of increasing it exponentially.  We don’t question why there isn’t a military presence in the Republic of Congo, currently the bloodiest and most savage conflict on the planet today, because it’s easier to be in denial.  It’s easier to believe the lie that the military machine will bring us one step closer in winning the war on terrorism than believe the truth that it will make things worse.  If we mentally snip out the history of Saddam Hussein being a puppet of American foreign policy, it will all fall into place.  We know this, and we do nothing.

 

 

·        We know that we have no recognizable culture left here in North America.  We further realize that this is the root cause of most of our unrest.  Our culture comes in the form of jolts to the system.  All forms of art have been co-opted by a mammoth machine designed to make money.  We seek thrills, not substance.  We seek to be pacified, not enriched.  We realize that all entertainment is not required to be enlightening, but we indulge less and less in endeavours that make us think and more and more that give us a giddy thrill.  We further know that this deadens our senses and forces us to seek more outrageous thrills to keep us stimulated.  We, as a people, are addicted to hip.  The puppeteers who make money off this obsession change what hip is on a nearly monthly basis so people will spend more and more money keeping up.  We know that this pursuit is an empty one, and it may be the cause of so much depression, restlessness, dysfunction and rage in our society.  We are an angry people, and in our heart of hearts, we know why, but it is easier for Madison Avenue to dictate to us what we need to do than to figure it out on our own.  We worship images of perfection, not gods.  We chase products, not ideals.  We wrap our whole existences around property.  Property defines who we are.  The car we drive, the clothes we wear, the décor we adorn our homes in all make us.  We know this, and we do nothing.

 

           

·        We know that our people have been sexually hijacked.  The human body has become the ultimate experiment in marketing.  Every year, the powers-that-be redefine what is “sexy”, rendering those who intake the flood of imagery on a daily basis unable to comprehend their own sexual impulses.

 

 

 

We know that these images are wholly inaccurate, and subject to airbrushing, lighting and distortion to elongate or enhance desirable features.  To even look at these models in real life, they would look little like how they look in these pictures.

 

We know that our young women starve themselves, engage in diet plans that don’t work and spend excessive amounts of money in pursuit of the ideal that 97 percent of the time will not result in the body that they are looking for.  An estimated 3,000,000 young women are diagnosed with anorexia nervosa, a psychological disorder with a 15 percent mortality rate.  Up to 450,000 of these young women will die from this disorder.  In no small part, sexual and body inadequacies play a significant role in this disorder.  80-90 percent of young women also actively engage in diets with a 90-99 percent failure rate to attain the unattainable.  We have taken a natural anxiety that everybody experiences about being unappealing to the opposite sex and blown it so far out of proportion that many young women are left dying as a result.  We know that this is unrealistic and dangerous, that we are losing too many of our young women, and we do nothing.

 

We know that our young men are increasingly falling into the same trap.  Between 2-3 percent of teenage boys have used steroids to enhance athletic performance and body image.  Steroid abuse leads to shrunken testicles, lower sperm count, baldness, acne, depression, stunted growth, violent mood swings and eventually heart disease and liver cancer.  Our young men view a barrage of images that show that men are supposed to be virile, strong, confident, rich and able to get any woman they want into bed with them.  This unrealistic expectation amongst our young men has led to a whole range of anxieties and inadequacies.  We know that young men do not need to be judged by their size, their bank accounts or their ability to score, but we do nothing.

 

We know that the flood of images in the media have short-circuited our entire definition of what is sexual.  In television commercials today, the mere allure of sex no longer entices us.  Anybody can get laid.  Real men have threesomes with anonymous bi-curious supermodel twins grinding on dance floors in nightclubs.  Male rap stars gyrate with armies of scantily clad female dancers shaking their booty and looking at him with raw animal lust.  Our lovemaking is increasingly getting its cues from television, music and pornography, not personal exploration.  Again, our sex lives are a series of giddy thrills, not an exploration of body and spirit.  For a long time now, sex has ceased to be the holy grail of emotional, mental and emotional expression and just another recreational activity, even with those we love.  The bodies of our partners are just a vessel for the greater fantasies of fulfilling what we think we want.  We engage in more on-line and video sex than real sex with real people, because this is what we are told we want.  Our sexuality has been raped, discarded and left for dead.  We know this, and we do nothing.

 

 

·        We know that our whole concept of civil ethics, gender roles, relationships and dating, and just about every other social interaction are taken directly off of the television screen.

 

o       We breed and encourage our young men to be as obnoxious as humanly possible.  Television and movies have taught us that the louder you are, the more outrageous you are, and the more in-your-face, extreme attitude you have, the more people will respect and listen to you, even if you have little to say or contribute.  We encourage our young men to “notch the bedpost” and fuck as many women as possible, as this is the mark of a real man.  We have taught our young men that it is perfectly okay to use and dominate women how they see fit for their own pleasure, without any emotional consequence.  As a result, a slew of emotionally scarred women litter our society.

 

o       We encourage our young women to do whatever it takes to be with the young men in the first point.  We send mixed signals that on one hand, if you fuck, or enjoy fucking, you are a slut.  But if you don’t fuck, you have no worth, because all of your value lies between your legs.  We have taught our young women through dating books and daytime television is that the only way to get by is to deceive, to use a man’s attraction to you to get what you want.  Not only is it okay, it is encouraged and considered fun to string men along and harvest them financially and emotionally until their usefulness has been tapped out.  As a result, a slew of emotionally scarred men litter our society.

 

o       We have taught our young men that everything traditionally “male”, be it good, bad or somewhere in between is wrong.  Instead, we want metrosexuals:  An urban male with a strong aesthetic sense who spends a great deal of time and money on his appearance and lifestyle.  Conversely, we have also marketed the opposite lifestyle to young men as a “reward” for being so hip and sensitive.  Violent video games, porno movies, misogyny, and oafishness are a perfectly acceptable balance to looking and acting like a pussy.  Traditional male ideals such as duty, responsibility, humility, quiet strength and manners are gone.

 

o       We have paradoxically taught young women that its hip to be independent, while at the same time, they must give into the misogynist male fantasy world.  Through the media, girls now must give sexual favours without flinching.  Through music videos, a woman’s worth is how easy she is and how her tits and ass look.  A steady diet of MTV, fashion magazines and pop music tells them that everything revolves around getting a man.  Developing intellect and savvy is pointless when the media has made any feminist headway obsolete.  Big tits, small ass, porn star ethic trumps hard work every time.

 

o       We have been taught that we are the centers of the universe.  Catchphrases like “if it feels good, do it” pervade the consciousness of our nation.  The god of self-esteem is all-powerful.  It doesn’t matter what happens to the people around me, I have to take care of myself first.  I am a soldier in the “me” generation.  As long as I get what I want, everything else is just gravy.  Ironically, despite worshipping at the altar of self-esteem, self-esteem is at an all-time low because it is primarily measured and connected to the contributions we make to the community and the people around us.  We have lost all concept of civil ethics because of the notion that I am more important, and my problems more pressing than the next person’s problems.  We have the idea that in order to get self-esteem, we must sacrifice self-control.  Today’s children are growing up with a smart-alecky, obnoxious, self-serving attitude, fueled by a child obsession.  The idea exists that teaching children to control themselves, to not speak out of turn and to behave in public is child abuse in some circles.  These children will grow up and get slaughtered by a system that doesn’t give two shits about their self-esteem.

 

 

We know these things, and we do nothing.

 

 

·        Finally, we know that our whole culture has succumbed to the “shut up and shop” mantra.  Never more in our whole history have we abandoned our ideals to accumulate worthless possessions instead of dealing with the crippling dysfunctions that a life spent chasing possessions yields.  We are all strung along like puppets, spending our time, energy and money embracing whatever is the flavour of the month.  The further tragedy is that what we buy is generally the cause of what’s making us buy.  It’s a cyclical addiction.  We watch Trading Spaces and renovate our houses to mask our broken families.  We buy SUVs and jet-skis to escape the drudgery of urban existence and ruin the last bits of nature with them.  We wrap ourselves in the latest fashions to cover up our own inadequacies.  The family unit is rapidly becoming obsolete.  We ogle pop singers and movie stars and wish our partners looked like them.  We live vicariously through television families more than we spend with our real families.  We watch reality television instead of living our own lives.  The environment is on the slippery slope to disaster.  Our own personal sense of self-worth is so distorted and torn, we explode in a host of psychological disorders.  We know all these things, and we do nothing.

 

 

It is not an age for a cynic.  Cynics thrive in better times.  Cynics are there to remind us that even in the best of times, we need reminders that things could always be better.  But being a cynic is pointless when people know the truth and choose to ignore it.  I have not written a single word here that is a new and undiscovered truth. We have all known it for years. 

Poking holes in a balloon that’s already full of holes is pathetic.  Screaming from the rooftops that we need to do something about it is a waste of breath.  People are stuck.  Unless there is a shattering sense of urgency that wakes people up and out of this consuming and comfortable funk they’ve been in, then our society is finished.

The trouble with us, and every other society before us who has had the same problem, is that before we knew it, our problems have grown larger than our ability to conceptualize them.  It is then easier to just ride the wave.  Indulge in an increasingly voyeuristic, decadent and hedonistic lifestyle before the other shoe drops.  We can solve all the problems listed above (and the hundreds of others that plague us) in a generation.  To our credit, we have the intelligence and the technology to do so.  All it takes is to take one thing and commit yourself to it.  One thing.  If everybody chose one thing, and committed themselves to it, then in no time society would start to clean up really fast.  Unfortunately, being cynical doesn’t make me optimistic.

 

Copyright © 2004 Don Porter.  All rights reserved.

 

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