Saturday, November 1, 2008

What The Kids Are Watching



Every human being is entitled to four basic rights: the right to life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness, and the right to excessive battles over the television set. In a house of seven people, and only two TV sets, I have had to tap deep into my most primal instincts when it comes to television survival. Because my younger siblings outnumber me about four-to-one, I have remained in a never ending vortex of children’s shows, even as my friends began to move on from Nickelodeon to VH1. This exposure to the children’s shows of the past and today’s more modern equivalents has caused me to notice a dramatic change in the world of children’s programming.

As young teenagers, many of my contemporaries and I were exposed to what would become the first waves of the “pre-teen” movement in the entertainment industry. Prior to this, we were seemingly pigeonholed into the extremes, flipping channels between Blue’s Clues and MTV Hits. It was not until the likes of shows such as Lizzie Maguire and Boy Meets World that we were introduced to a type of show that was at once more mature than the slow-paced programs of childhood, and less graphic than the adult shows of the time. From this breed of children’s programming came the phenomenon of pre-teen based shows like Hannah Montana, The Suite Life of Zach and Cody, and more recently, the High School Musical craze. Finally, the children who were at that awkward stage between childhood and adulthood had something to watch that covered tough issues like peer pressure, smoking, and romantic relationships, without being inappropriate. The entertainment industry had struck gold, but this wave of success has led to the elimination of programming for the younger age group, and therein lies the issue.

In my own home, the effects of this pre-teen movement are quite apparent. I have witnessed my six-year-old brother switch from Dora the Explorer to Seventh Heaven in what seems like overnight. Though inevitable, this switch from the infantile to the mature is one that is meant to occur during the transitive period of the early teen years, not during kindergarten. Parents must consider that informing their children about the challenges they will face as they grow up is an important conversation to have, but it is unnecessary and unwarranted to do so at such a young age. However, many of these shows raise questions that do not and should not concern the small children who watch them. In almost every episode of Nickelodeon’s sitcom Drake and Josh, young viewers are shown the character of Drake, a rakish heartthrob who is girl-obsessed and is seen kissing and dating many different girls in the course of one episode. My young cousin who watches the show ever refers to Drake as her “crush.” It is rare to find such young children thinking in romantic terms, which are prompted by this representation of Drake as a blatant object of affection, rather than an ordinary character who happens to be a boy.

Another means of exploitation with the children’s programming industry lies in its film audience. For my brother’s tenth birthday, I took him to see the movie Robots and was surprised by how clever and poignant it turned out to be. I was even further surprised when I discovered that my brother had found it “boring.” Upon a second viewing, I realized that much of what I had found enjoyable about the movie were the many jokes and innuendos aimed at a much older audience than that of my younger brother. Much of the childish humor from children’s movies have been eliminated and replaced with subtle, adult oriented jokes, and regurgitated under the guise of a children’s film. The industry has given children a reason to want to see these movies, and parents a reason to want to take their children to see them. This promotes further confusion and ambiguity about what is and is not appropriate for the children who fall into the age group between toddlers and pre-teens.

In the short amount of time between my childhood and that of my brothers and sister’s childhood, the whole industry had changed and the change was not necessarily for the better. The entertainment industry must re-evaluate children’s programs to make them more consistent with their targeted age groups. The failure to do this could result in a loss of innocence and a desensitization to mature and important issues starting from a young age. The introduction of the pre-teen show is one that is beneficial for that age group, but should not be geared at children younger than the pre-teen age. I believe that a compromise could be reached by the industry that satisfies children’s interests with their social and emotional development. Parents have a responsibility to monitor what their children see on TV and in the movies and if these steps are taken, being concerned about what the kids are watching could become a thing of the past.

Ghazal

With the might of God I clear this altar.
And the bounties of life splatter dumbly from this wasted altar.

The seeds of ripe peaches have no roots to bind souls with,
So long as they teeter far above on the edge of an obstinate altar.

Cornucopia entrails make gluttons out of birds.
Let us clear them away from this violated altar.

Snap white cloths made from beggar’s robes in their place.
Strip the jewels and luxurious shine from this altar.

Demons with selfish eyes— broken from their terrible fall—
Tremble as the morning canticle breaks over stone altars.

The elite Roman deities with their greedy, glazed meats
will dine hungry tonight— choking on sanctified bread at their altars.

I saw the angel Gabriel and I never paused in wonder.
Well, the mighty look much smaller from the dais of an altar.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

The View


(written while several thousand feet in the air)

the ground is a confused checkerboard
all crooked lines 
and rows of trees

like winding scars
the rivers carve their paths;
puddled blood 
in an open wound

here and there
a hair's-breadth 
highway line
points onwards and away

clouds are torn
off clumps of feathery down
suspended planes
of snow
with grooves like
a traveler's shoe prints

A Haiku

consumerism
the heartbeat of here and now
don't buy into it

Monday, October 6, 2008

I Can...

...change diapers like it’s nobody’s business
put my hair in a French braid
make pizza (it’s awesome)
read a book in under twenty-four hours
alphabetize just about anything
kick butt at soccer
tell stories
dance embarrassingly
twirl my spaghetti with a spoon
paint my nails like a pro
eat a whole bag of sunflower seeds by myself
explain sixteenth century politics (true story)
pronounce “mozzarella” the correct way
and spike a badminton birdie like it’s my job. 

And that is just the short list.

Life

“What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
~Mary Oliver

There isn’t enough time. This simple thought is at once a source of dread and excitement. What will I do? Where will I go? I want to do everything. I want to explore ancient ruins and I want to live on a deserted island. I want to eat a real mango and drink from a hollow coconut shell. I want to never see another car or building or paved road again; just endless dewy grass. I want to walk briskly through the streets of New York in a long black coat with red shoes. I want to be a mother. I want to learn to juggle. I want to be a ballerina in George Balanchine’s company. I want to take my shoes off and slosh through rain that has warmed over the hot stones of a street in Naples. Or I could write until my hands fell off and I’d have to use my toes. I want to stay at home and read late into the night and never leave.
There isn’t enough time! Not even close.
Is it acceptable to spend so much time waiting for your life to start? I don’t know. Maybe in the end, the waiting and dreaming is what makes it all worth something.