In a study I watched recently on the National Geographic, it was highlighted that small children will actually help out even a stranger in need, if they are capable of helping. This is to say that people are not, after all, inherently selfish and tend to be a species that actually cares about one another. Why, then, this pleasure in someone else's failure? It must be the result of present-day society, and all of the current trends (and let's blame MTV while we're at it).
Why do we always want to catch a glimpse of a car accident, or watch the report (and continuous coverage) of morbid news? Why this obsession? If it's simply for compassion's sake, does one not have enough troubles in his own life to feel sorry for himself? Why follow so vigilantly the tragedies of others? And why is it constantly thrust in our faces? Perhaps people should start killing off (or at least stigmatizing) this kind of attitude, rather than feeding it. As of today, there's no sense in watching the evening news.
you are right... here is a good tool song on the same subject:
ReplyDeleteEye on the TV
'cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor it happens to be
Like:
"Killed by the husband" ...
"Drowned by the ocean" ...
"Shot by his own son" ...
"She used a poison in his tea,
Then (she) kissed him goodbye"
That's my kind of story
It's no fun til someone dies.
Don't look me at like I am a monster
Frown out your one face, but with the other (you)
Stare like a junkie into the TV
Stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child,
Watches him die,
Hands to the sky cryin "why, oh why?"
Cause I need to watch things die from a distance
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
You all need it too - don't lie.
Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
Neither the brave nor bold
Nor brightest of stories told
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
I need to watch things die from a good safe distance
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so why can't we just admit it?
Blood like rain fallin' down
Drum on grave and ground
Part vampire, part warrior,
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmittal.
Sing to the death rattle.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie (x4)
Credulous at best
Your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men.
But pull your head on out (of) your hippie haze
And give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive
So it is, so it's always been ...
We all feed on tragedy.
It's like blood to a vampire.
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I.