Healthy version of what would otherwise be a diet killer – nachos with white cheddar and baby spinach. Lots of bite in the chilli bean salsa and jalapeños! This was a winner with friends on Facebook.
Just because you cringe doesn’t make it good or bad. It just means it’s hit a sensitive nerve and your brain is telling you to respond with disapproval. Well, I think so.
I challenge anyone who hasn’t flicked the channel to get relief from reality TV sob story worthy of a Today Tonight or ACA news story. In fact, I flick so much I should permanently set my remote to “channel surfing” mode – if there were such a mode. I channel surf for the mere fact that I am impatient, prone to eye rolling and of course, cursing at the screen for issues I have very little understanding and patience for; politics included. It would take a compelling and very special program indeed, to keep my interest for at least a half hour and 90 minutes at most.
Returning to my initial thought of ‘cringing’ – I avoid reality based programming for this sole reason. Very rarely do programs like ‘American Idol’ or ‘My Kitchen Rules’ or ‘Masterchef or more recently, ‘The Voice’ manage to sustain my interest given their now, vehemently stylised packages, quick editing, fly-on-the-wall perspectives and the already mentioned, sob stories which apparently come ‘naturally’ to contestants of these reality based programs. It’s fair to say then that the stylised drama is what in fact, makes me cringe. The drama which goes along every single episode, every action and every judges’ remarks are to me and I’m sure to others, what fascinates avid viewers the most.
Another pet hate for cringe-worthiness is the shameless (er, paid) advertising featured heavily in these shows. Perhaps, my cringing at this rises from my deep suspicion that media producers treat audiences like dummies with some having little to no clue that what they’re watching is actually one HUGE advertorial packaged as ‘reality’. Conspiracy theories aside – yes, I do know what the bottom line of the media is but live in hope that one day ‘reality’ programming becomes more informative and topical rather than what it is currently: cringe-worthy.
Purchasing a self-help book is one way of admitting your faults without telling the world you need serious help, right? This is a rhetorical question of course, or one that I keep asking myself when I (again) fork out $40+ for a book which will help me relax, feed my spirituality (or lack of), remove my anxieties, meet ‘the one’, ease my anxieties about meeting ‘the one’, become a better saver, daughter, lover, teacher, writer etc. etc. etc. Hell, the ‘Dummies’ franchise has probably made a significant profit just from my purchases alone. That said, I stand by my premise that assumes failure in one’s abilities, be it personal, professional or both, when investing in such “non-fiction” texts. “Non-fiction” because as a reader I accept the information I’m reading as the truth or fact, and because of this I will be a better person for it. At least that’s what I want to believe. My dilemma is applying the truth/fact to my life and going about it in a way that would a. be sustainable and b. realistic. I have failed to mention the need for family/friends to accept what I’m doing as a good thing. Yes, I have always been the one to please and perhaps, that’s another self-help book waiting to be bought.
I admit “failure” is a horrendous word to be using to describe my need for constant self-improvement, but again isn’t that what self-help is all about? What I am suggesting is that publishing itself, just like the fashion industry, cultivates this “failure” and takes advantage of readers’ vulnerabilities in order to make a sale. I say this with the knowledge and acceptance that I am one of those readers. My only hope is that one day, I would spend less time trying to make things better and actually appreciate that failures are only some parts of a person and therefore, of me.
As the title would suggest, Facebook friends often get lost. Or perhaps, we lose them on purpose. Maybe. After many late nights trawling social media for something, even for a superficial connection with acquaintances, ex lovers, childhood friends, you quickly come to the conclusion that Facebook is one more said superficial connection that will, more than likely amount to little more than a ‘Like’. That said, a lost connection with friends you once saw more than you would have liked – must be farewelled and sometimes the need to let go lingers like the deodorant of an ex partner. You know something must be done.
So in between, checking, ‘like’-ing, ignoring and eventually forgetting, you let go. It does make me wonder however, if the lost friends ever realise (or, care) what they once thought was a connection means little more than what Gotye would label as “somebody that I used to know”. Before social media, you could simply lose a friend’s number or stay away from common haunts to get past or lose your friends. Now, no matter where you are, what you do, (lost) friends linger even when they are lost.