There have been times when sitting in august gatherings that we have talked about TV. Such bodies as synods and meetings are interesting because it would appear at times that the conservative folk with whom I largely associate (Anglicans and the like) seem to talk as though there is only one TV station...the ABC (here). While this represents a lot of my viewing habits it is quite clearly given the lie by ratings. Reality TV continues to rate more highly than intensive current affairs, and commercial news (often characterised by focus on the flippant and the very parochial) usually outrates more comprehensive coverage as on ABC and SBS.
This was characterised on Saturday when, God bless 'em, Premier Mike and his affianced one were united in holy wedlock. Despite the fact that the Israel was blowing the guts out of Lebanon, and we looked like we might be on the edge of WW III, at least one station ("Yes, we're Local" their proud cry) the erstwhile wedding took precedence.
Now I think it was news, but not THE news.
It begs the question, doesn't it, what is reality? Perhaps the above cartoon illuminates that for us.
Watching ourselves being roasted. Unaware that it says more about us than it does about what what we watch? Desperately glad that it is them and not us whose version of reality is being exposed? Or shallowly unaware that there are any questions to be asked about anything.
All a little bit scary I think!