All the Violence in Our Everyday Lives
That little story at the end of every news hour is called “fluff.” It is meant to leave you with a good and happy feeling, believing the world is not a bad place. While the first ten minutes or so is dedicated to all the wars, violence and political disasters, the last three minutes is meant to give fluff.
It is argued that wars, violence and other things do not affect daily life, but fluff is something we all know and see. Seeing happy news story about dogs or a child. Making a difference in the world through knitting or coloring. It is a symbolisation that you, too, can help. However, why does the fluff even exist? So that we may forget all about the horrors we watched of the world, ignoring what we saw for most of the broadcast, and just go about our day.
My argument is not against fluff at the end of newscasts. My argument is not for the continual coverage of violence. The reality is that we experience violence in our everyday lives and it never switches off.
Perhaps experiencing violence is not a common thing for most of us who watch the news, watching from our safe houses in safe neighborhoods. Never would we ever dare to travel into the danger. Yet, we watch it constantly.
Even with the news, we flock to blockbuster movies of action, which is just another term for violence. I am with the crowd, where I find romantic, comedy and foreign films boring. The sooner something blows up, the better. The quicker we see gunshots, the more I am interested in a movie. I like a good plot and dialogue, but someone needs to die at some point.
While other countries around the world do not watch as many violent movies, their movies are directed toward dialogue, a mixture of character development and plot, along with the amazing scenes and angles to be taken. There is violence, but they shy away from anything too perplexing. The natural body and nudity, especially European movies, is a common occurrence, while nudity in American movies is seen as all sexuality.
Our shows are no different. Where we watch violent episodes and shows that deal with the aftermath. I grew up watching all the CSI’s and Criminal Minds. I still watch Criminal Minds and Agents of Shield . It is all about the violence. It is all about how this person was killed and how the murderer did it. With the new and more powerful genre of superhero shows, we see the superhero beating up the bad guys. There is not much said about the “bad guys,” except that they are “bad.”
Same with the violence on the news. Only during large terrorist attacks do we ask “why” as viewers. When it stands as they belong to DASH or some other group, we no longer care. We believe them to be evil. We ask nothing else. That is the reason.
However, it is not the deeper reason, the underlying, which psychologists jump over each other to find out. Why this place? Or this person? Why these people? Why? What is the past? When did it start? How did it start? Where did it start?
Never do we ever care about that. We have seen the violent images, now moving more and more into videos, and we know the name of the person. We do not care much to know of the victims’ names. Sometimes there are too many to count. We know all the details about the attack as they are repeated again and again on the news and online. Then the news stops caring, and we forget a few days afterward. It is only more violent images compared to how many we see every day.
The images will not stop because they do not end. The news will not stop because those violent images bring people to watch the news. The advertisers do not want to miss an opportunity for viewers to see the product, and we all want to see a train-wreck. We watch the violent images. If one newscast does not show it, we move to a different newscast. We are in search of our own “truth” in our news, so we perceive these images differently.
We are not all bothered by the same images. Where something might be grotesque to some, it is not to all. These are just normal images, which we can pull our heads away from the images. We are part of them. Honestly, we may never be, so we go on ignoring them. We wait for the next fix of violence to see them flashed in our eyes, and we feel our heart beat quickly.
Then the images disappear again. We enter the world of flush.