Yes, it’s the start of The X Factor. Of course, the “talent” show has been a point of criticism for years; I’m not going to pretend this is the first acknowledgement of its failures, exploitations and lack of musical integrity. However, it does not hurt to take another glance at the dismal fact that the public still feeds greedily off this mind-numbing by-product of popular culture.
Guilty as charged. It may not seem it but I am one of those that I so scathingly abuse. From time to time one may occasionally stumble into a room in which a talent show plays, and soon find themselves sucked into the simplified, dumbed-down, 70-per-cent-advertisement drivel for an hour or more.
Distracting the Public
And this is the problem; as collections of stereotyped, bland, sob-storied wannabe “stars” present themselves to the credulous public, the human brain goes to a sort of mush, melting under the hot lights of the SYCO empire. It’s all too easy to be absorbed into such programmes. They offer a form of viewing that requires zero brain power, gradually reducing the stimulation of healthy debate and, what’s more, awareness of what’s going on the real world – NB: real world, not reality world.
Joshua Wallace, Leeds student and avid “thinker” claims with fervour: “It is scary to think how little people think about these things, and how little the majority of the public is aware of. Partly because things will occur/be passed/legislated that no one will give a flying f*ck about because all they want to do is be spoon fed drivel instead of remotely considering anything that would stimulate their minds beyond the use of the two existing brain cells functioning as we speak!”
The Reality of It
It may seem far-fetched, but the reality of the situation is that whilst people spend hours watching shows that stifle individualism and independent thought, they are falling further away from caring about things that matter. The X Factor has gradually become more and more obscene. With adverts penetrating the already brainwashing content more regularly than Simon Cowell hitches his trousers up, the show offers only minutes of actual new, worthwhile footage. Flashbacks, flash-forwards, recaps and montages make up such a large portion of the show that one can’t help but feel cheated, yet strangely comforted after sinking into the Cowell-coma for an evening.
So turn off The X Factor and find out what reality really is. Not on the news of course; these days the processed public-pleaser is no more trust worthy than Cowell’s portrayal of “raw talent”. Anyone fancy taking a walk?