TV is for Dummies

Television has a way of sucking the meaning from life so that we forget the end to which our lives are meant to be directed.

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Alexander Antropov/Pixabay/CC0 (photo: Register Files)

Many years ago, my wife and I decided to unplug ourselves from the prurience and propaganda piped into our homes via the television. It was one of the best decisions we ever made. And one of the most liberating. It freed us from hours of passive servitude to the soporific drip-feed of mind-numbing nonsense that passes for “entertainment” in modernity’s circus of death. It also freed us the time for the good things in life, such as heartwarming conversation and hearthwarming conviviality. It found us the time for the reading of books, either to ourselves, to each other, or to our children. It was quite simply life-changing and perhaps even life-starting, in the sense that we started to experience the many good things in life which had been absent in the days before the exorcizing of the televisual demon from our lives. Having exorcized the demon we could begin to exercise our minds.

I should add, in case anyone should think that we have gone the way of the Amish, that we still have our computers and can use them to watch movies. We also have a fair collection of DVDs. The point is that we are free to decide which movies we want to watch, and when we want to watch them. These days, the only time I get to see TV is in hotel rooms or at the gym. In the former case, I find myself flicking through the channels in agitated hope of finding something or anything worth watching. If, all too rarely, something catches my eye, my attention is violated within minutes by nauseatingly banal commercials, forcing me to press the button on the remote, thereby resuming the forlorn quest for anything edifying. Having surfed through the slime of all 50 or so channels, sometimes two or three times, I switch off the TV, feeling as though something decidedly creepy had crept into my mind.

The other time I get to see TV is in the gym — not when I’m on the free weights (Deo gratias!), because this section is mercifully free of any TV screens, but when I’m on the treadmill. In this section of the gym, in which a whole bank of screens is presented to the captive audience, the TV is unavoidable. It is in this way that I get to see daytime TV, the dumb show to beat all dumb shows. I try not to watch and make no effort to obtain the headsets necessary to listen, but the eye can only be averted for so long from the panoramic plethora presented to the idle gaze. The show I like least (which is really saying something) is Ellen, in which the hostess gyrates narcissistically as the audience of mostly young women move in dervishly rhythmic imitation of her. Although, mercifully, I can’t hear what she and her guests are talking about, the latter are almost invariably young celebrities, wheeled out, one after another, with cloned monotony.

Here it is necessary to pause. I need to take a deep breath. I have begun to vent splenetically, a timely reminder of the extent to which TV drip-feeds poison to the mind and saps the life of serenity from the soul. I realize once again that television is a telos-vampire, sucking the meaning from life so that we forget the end to which our lives are meant to be directed. Like other vampires, its evil effects can be warded off by good things, such as the steak which one loving heart cooks for another or the garlic to be found in the slow food and slow conversation which are only possible when fast food and TV dinners are spurned. It can be warded off by the time taken in prayer or in good books.

Make no mistake. TV is a demon for dummies. Don’t be a dummy. Call in the exorcist. Or, at any rate, open the pages of a book.