Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts

06 December 2013

Santa and his Elves: Be Afraid… Be Very Afraid.

  
Take a look at the newest and creepiest fad that our culture has devised for holiday discipline: the elf on the shelf. According to the “The Elf on the Shelf’s” homepage:
      The Elf on the Shelf® is a special scout elf sent from the North Pole to help Santa Claus manage his naughty and nice lists. When a family adopts an elf and gives it a name, the elf receives its Christmas magic and can fly to the North Pole each night to tell Santa Claus about all of the day's adventures. Each morning, the elf returns to its family and perches in a different place to watch the fun. Children love to wake up and race around the house looking for their elf each morning.
There are two simple rules that every child knows when it comes to having an elf. First, an elf cannot be touched; Christmas magic is very fragile and if an elf is touched it may lose that magic and be unable to fly back to the North Pole. Second, an elf cannot speak or move while anyone in the house is awake! An elf's job is to watch and listen.
        He just sits there… Watching… Listening… Never blinking… Taking mental notes of everything you do and say, and then flying home every night to tell Santa of all the terrible, or good, things you have done.
        This isn’t anything new, really; it’s simply a reincarnation of an age old mechanism of discipline. In 1975 Michele Foucault, a French philosopher/historian, published his five year research project titled Discipline and Punish wherein he analyzes western culture and its institutions. His conclusion? Our institutions are essentially modeled after the Panopticon, a 17th century prison that revolutionized the penal system. This isn’t as crazy as it sounds.     
Take a look at the picture to the right. This is the physical manifestation of the Panopticon, the literal building. Theorized by utilitarian philosopher Jeremy Bentham, the Panopticon was meant to be a prison that essentially runs itself. The idea is that the prison would be constructed as a cylindrical building with all of the cells lining the perimeter. At the center of the building would be a guard tower where the guards inside would be armed with rifles or other long range weapons.
The unique characteristic of this guard tower is that it would be impossible for the inmates to see the guards inside or to even see light coming out of the tower. Bentham discussed various walls that would be constructed at various angles in the guard tower, venetian style blinds, etc..  The inmates, then, would never actually know whether they were being watched, whether the guards were aiming their weapons at them at that exact moment. Bentham argued that the fear of death would keep the inmates in line. The prison would run itself because the inmates would watch themselves, always fearing the possibility that the guards were gazing at them
        The mechanism, the use of fear, the surveillance, Foucault argues eventually swarmed all of our cultural institutions. Now it’s easy to draw quick parallels to our Orwellian society where we are flooded with stories about the NSA and the various surveillance techniques utilized by the Department of Homeland Security, but is it really possible that the Panopticon is the basis for some of our most cherished traditions?
        Before we return to the Elf on the Shelf, let’s take a look at his progenitor, Santa Claus. Everyone knows that Santa Claus started with Saint Nicholas, but he really has nothing to do with what we know as Santa Claus. St. Nick was an Italian bishop who was known to be very charitable to the poor, but there are no stories of chimneys, reindeer, etc.. The Santa Claus that we Americans know today came into being in 1823 with the publication of “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” which would later become commonly known as “The Night Before Christmas,” by Clement Clarke Moore (technically the authorship is still debatable).
                This is the version of St. Nick that can sneak in your house and deliver presents, but at this point he is still benevolent. In L. Frank Baum’s The Life and Adventures of Santa Clause published in 1902, Santa becomes immortal, but it is interesting to note that Santa Clause at this phase is okay with naughty children. This version of Santa:
brought toys to the children because they were little and helpless, and because he loved them. He knew that the best of children were sometimes naughty, and that the naughty ones were often good. It is the way with children, the world over, and he would not have changed their natures had he possessed the power to do so.
And that is how our Claus became Santa Claus. It is possible for any man, by good deeds, to enshrine himself as a Saint in the hearts of the people.
        The idea of Santa Claus as disciplinarian doesn’t really become part of the popular legend until the 1930s with the song “Santa Claus is Coming to Town.” If you’ve never really thought about the lyrics, just start singing them to yourself and you’ll realize how it is a tool for discipline. Just read the first line, “You better watch out!” The first rule of Christmas in this song is to watch out, to beware because Santa is coming and “He sees you when you’re sleeping/ He knows when you’re awake/ He knows when you’ve been bad or good/ So be good for goodness sake.” If you really think about the lyrics, they can be quite terrifying, especially for a child. 
        Foucault might have argued that at this point, the Panopticon swarmed to Santa. Santa is a symbol of surveillance who is able to see all of the children of the world anytime he wishes. Not only can he see you, he also passes judgment and punishes the naughty kids by delivering coal to them, but this is only the most benign version of the story. In other Germanic stories, which are gaining popularity in American culture, the naughty are visited by a St. Nicholas who comes bearing a switch which he uses to hit them, or in an even more sinister version the naughty are told to fear the wrath St. Nick’s demon side-kick Krampus who will whip them, bind them with chains, etc.. If this is how we convince our children to stay in line during the hectic holiday season, aren’t we just instilling in them a fear? This isn’t necessarily a mortal fear such as a fear of the gaze of a gunman, but it is a fear of the gaze of an omniscient, often vengeful Santa Claus.
        But it seems that today he sends his minions to do his dirty work for him, the Elves on your shelves. It seems a natural enough progression; with the nation’s decreasing attention spans, it can become tedious to continually remind our children of just how powerful Santa Claus can be. Instead, it’s easier to create a constant physical, smiling, unblinking reminder of the all-seeing eye that is the North Pole.
        Now I’m sure you’re all thinking that I’m blowing all of this out of proportion. Who cares that we whip our kids into submission with fun fanciful characters and dolls, right? Wrong, there are some very real implications to these trends. First, type “Elf on the Shelf Nightmares” into a search engine and you can see and read about the palpable fear that American children exhibit for the “friendly” elf. One friend who has actually used the elf reported that her child started screaming once the elf became too real; she had secretly placed the elf in a pile of flour where he was making “snow angles.” She woke her child and exclaimed, “Look where the elf is today!”  The kid’s response? A blood-curdling scream that subsided into a small whimper once the parents promised to send the elf back to the North Pole for good. 
        But fear isn’t the only downside, Foucault argued that the Panopticon as a model of discipline eventually leads to a degradation of society’s morality because what is the ultimate effect of a system that keeps people in line by constantly reminding them that they are being watched? The evolution of craftier people who get better and better at escaping the vigilant eye of the powers that be. Look at the trend of people going through red light cameras, knowing that all they have to do is put their hands in front of their face to avoid a ticket or dousing their license plates with glitter, or the increasingly creative ways that teenagers and twenty-somethings learn to hide their texting while driving. Just the other day I saw a women who looked like she was scratching her ear, but it was all a ruse; she was hiding her phone under her hair. Furthermore, a model like this leads to a population that does not critically analyze or question its laws, it simply accepts them and learns how to evade them.
        I guess this, fear, is what the season is all about though in the first place, right? I mean, God and his all-seeing eye are of course the components of the original Panopticon, and Christmas is the celebration of his human incarnation. Foucault actually suggests that Panopticism came about as a result of a waning belief in God after the enlightenment. It was the result of an ethos that basically said, “If you’re not going to be scared of God’s eye, then you are sure as hell going to be scared of the state’s eye.” So this holiday season as you give gifts, show compassion, and remember to be kind also remember, whether you’re an adult or a child, to be scared. Whether it’s because of the Elf on the Shelf, Santa Claus, or Jesus who will eventually return to forsake most of humanity during the rapture. YOU BETTER WATCH OUT!

11 March 2011

Re: West Coast Tsunami... Why Corporate Media Disgusts Me

     So as I am driving home, I turn on Coast to Coast AM and listen to the news about the Japanese earthquake and the tsunami that followed. As I approach my neighborhood, I proceed to pack myself a substantial bowl and smoke it. I finally get to my house and park, my mind drifitng off to night-time day dreams of good beer and a nice bed. For a moment I find myself wishing that I  was transported into that new Friskies commercial. At last I am at my door; I walk in, brush my teeth, hop in bed, and turn on the news.
    "Warning!" the newscaster says, "Tsunami warning for the west coast!" My interest is sparked at this moment as I live relatively close to the coast in southern California. As I turn up the volume, the newscaster directs my attention to an "expert" who will speak more about what this tsunami warning for the west coast means. "Cities like Los Angeles are in some very serious danger right now," he says.
    "Exactly what kind of danger, (insert irrelevant, common newscaster name here)?" the female host asks.
    "Well as the wave travels towards the west coast there are two possible scenarios," he says sternly. "The most alarming scenario would be that the wave, which as we heard is traveling about as fast as a jet engine, picks up steam as it heads towards the coast. So as it starts to arrive, which we have heard could be any time from around 8:30am to 10am, it can really cause some serious damage possibly equal to the damage in Japan."
    "Wow," the the host says as I realize that my mouth has dropped and drool is falling towards my shirt in a long stream. "And what is the second scenario?"
     "Well the second scenario is that the wave actually loses power like ripples in a pond. The frequency and intensity should lessen as it moves further away from the epicenter."
    "Well let's go back to that first scenario. I mean lets look at the video of the tsunami hitting again [video plays]. . . Just look at all those cars, houses, boats... some on fire being carried like they were nothing. Those living on the west coast and watching this should surely have some substantial fears."
     At this point I find myself starting to get really anxious. I imagine my Friskies cat pal being pummeled by a tsunami and only leaving shreds of unrecognizable organs, tufts of hair, and entrails once the wave pulls back.
     Then I snap out of it. I remember that most corporate media are fear mongers because fear is what brings the ratings. It for god-damn sure worked on me. Once they said Tsunami and Los Angeles in the same sentence, I had to sit there and listen. But as I came out of my stoned stupor and remembered the rules of television and ratings, I calmed down, turned on Conan, and went to sleep.
     I still woke up at little nervous though. I must have been dreaming about the tsunami because I woke up promptly at 8am with the tsunami on my mind. I turn on the T.V., remembering that the newscasters said the tsunami should start hitting us around 8:30am, and what do I find? Everything is okay, for the most part. Crescent City and Santa Cruz were damaged a bit, but nothing major... nothing like the exponentially worse tsunami that was supposed to be as cataclysmic or worse than Japan. And as for Los Angeles and many of the surrounding coastal cities, where I live, the reports came in from actual scientists from Cal Tech, not newscasters, that everyone and everything 4 ft above sea level and higher should be perfectly fine, and that was the worst case scenario.
     Therefore, my hatred towards corporate media is reaffirmed. There is something inherently wrong in making news and information about, very often, very serious things a vehicle to generate revenue. If everything is always okay, why would you ever watch? Doom and gloom gets you to watch because then you might feel that you're next. Anyway, this rant is over... back to Friskies Land... (insert bong toke noise here)...