I see that we are graced by another new head of the CBC. We are assured that
Carole Taylor is gorgeous, charming, smart, able and will impress us all. She
is from the West, or has been for a few years at least, which indicates for
darn sure that those Easterners don't completely ignore us hicks out here, and
she is pals with Gordon Campbell which is supposed to give her some right-wing
snaps.
What we don't get is a discussion of why her position and the corporation
should exist at all. Carole Taylor tells us that her focus will be on
rebuilding local news. Well from where I sit, local news is covered in
nauseating overkill by commercial stations, so why I should be paying for local
news I don't watch is a very very good question indeed, admit.
Taylor also tells us that she is going to return to the CBC's original mandate
of producing great classical performances. So I guess that means we will have
to pay for high culture whether we like it or not, and certainly whether we
watch it or not, which given say, symphony performance ratings, means that,
largely, we don't. This is not to count the fact that we already pay, courtesy
of the various arts councils, for a great deal of other so-called high culture,
theatre, art, classical performance, dance, which we largely don't see, and
with the focus of which some (many?) of us do not agree.
Perhaps Taylor might be indicating we are to be spared hideously expensive
revisionist versions of our early history, which we pay for, whether we agree
with such revisionism or not, and whether we watch it or not.
Which is a relief. Admit. I admit it, because whenever I turned on The
Canadians, my blood pressure shot up. Why was I paying for this? Why?
This embracing of official culture does not do us proud. In fact, it is a
sneaky bureaucratic plot to keep us thinking that we are second rate and must
have smarter, abler, more gorgeous people like Carole Taylor telling us what we
should be watching. But we have, as Time magazine never tires of pointing out
to us, a vibrant non- subsidized arts community. Which produces product which
is paid for by people who actually want to see the show, the play, the film or
read the book. Most of them leave for a marketplace that is not hobbled by
bureaucracy, but it does not mean they do not exist. This is called popular
culture.
Popular culture has come in for an unusual amount of shellacking lately, most
stingingly from Kalle Lasn's Adbusters, Canada's glossy contribution to the
underground activist movement whose barely educated but noble 25-year-old
members tell us what to think.
One enjoys the alarmist tone so very much. I quote: "Cultural toxins have now
reached dangerously high levels, helping to explain the high school shootings,
the skyrocketing use of legal and illegal psychoactive drugs, our growing
problems with obesity and psychosomatic illness, rage in public places and the
general sense of cynicism and hopelessness that is enveloping our culture."
Fun, no? So invigorating to have toxic despair coursing through your body while
you catch up on your reading. So why is this happening? Well according to the
foundation-funded children at Lasn's outfit, the American dream itself is
toxic. And the fault is all that of evil corporations with their thousands of
daily advertisements aimed at each of us, telling us all what to buy, eat,
watch on TV and think.
Plus there's the evil sexual messages too, eh? "Advertisers often rely on
deeply rooted sexual imagery to fuel anxieties about acceptance, encourage
competitive attention seeking and promote the fulfillment of desires through
consumption," says the summer issue of Alternatives Journal, a magazine cut
from the same cloth as Lasn's.
Yep, we are all stupid sheep, without the ability to turn the TV off.
Let's move to the right. The National Review is always taking pot shots at
popular culture, vis-a-vis a review of Washington Times columnist Richard
Grenier's book in 1991. "Grenier's principal point in these essays is that mass
entertainment in the United States is in the hands of heavily ideological
writers, producers, directors, and actors, and while the subliminal (or not so
subliminal) message does not always 'take,' sometimes it at least 'softens up
the viewer,' which is an achievement in itself, since it makes manners of
thinking that might earlier have seemed outlandish, familiar and even
tolerable."
What those messages are, according to Grenier, is not that Hollywood is
Marxist, but that it is culturally "ideological -- that is, members of the
'soft left,' which is far more woolly than hard ... floating lightheartedly
from one notion to the next often without any clear idea that these various
political belief systems have clear-cut precepts, sometimes incompatible." The
defining element is a "persistent utopianism ... that in the name of some
shining social ideal or other, no matter how unworkable, will always be
honoured."
Do I in fact need to pay Carole Taylor's impressive salary, because I'm
confused. Has my brain been so scrambled by persistent, unstoppable, corporate
messages telling me I need a Lexus, or utopian feeling-junkies that I can no
longer think for myself?
Hah. This is democracy: If you don't like it, turn it off. And have the grace
to consider that those who don't, are seeing something that works for them,
that they want, and need. That is good for them.
What that good is, for many, is hope. And hope is monocultural, that is to say,
it is popular in nature, and it hoovers up every new idea and emotion and turns
it immediately into fodder for which it can charge. Which means people value it
enough to pay actually- earned money for it, not money weaseled out of them by
RevCan.
Yes, much of the monoculture is stupid. And it is consumerist. And it is
infantile. But given these three conditions, it is also completely egalitarian.
It is, most importantly, colour blind, and race blind and religion blind. You
can get anything you want at the giant monoculture store.
Now I must go watch my Destiny's Child videos.