Couldn't really believe this when I saw it online the other day...on NPR, yet:
IS THERE A HOLIDAY TRADITION YOU REALLY HATE? TELL US! For all the recent hype about journalists/the media being "the guardians," perhaps a piece like this more accurately portrays the mission of today's media. Even an outlet like NPR--which is supposed to be above the fray--has been poisoned by our national malaise...and so, has chosen to add a pinch of poison of their own. Why not throw just a dash more hate and negativity out there...our gift to our listeners this holiday season! Shame on you, NPR. Shame on ALL our media. We're supposed to be better than this. If you would, with your last breath, strenuously object to being labeled, "enemies of the people..." ...don't act like it.
Good Lord and all that's holy. There isn't enough negative stuff in the world already. How about a tradition you love? Like all the years my Uncle Ken dressed up as Santa and did the rounds? He came to us last and visited Chris and Tim? It was great.
Lisa, what are you talking about? I followed the link - there is nothing to merit such criticism. Some people don't like egg nog or mistletoe. Some people don't like to exchange presents. The post on NPR is from a producer seeking input from the audience for a piece they are thinking about doing about holiday traditions that some of us like a lot less than other people do. We don't do mistletoe in my house - that doesn't make me a hater of Christmas. If NPR ever actually does this piece, I am sure it will be inoffensive to all but the nutters. Aubri Juhasz is an intern at NPR who does not appear to me intentionally provoking or insulting anyone. You can love Christmas and find egg nog disgusting. You can love the spiritual experience of Christmas, but find the commercial aspect - the focus on shopping particularly - as something to be minimized or avoided altogether. People have different ways of celebrating the holiday, and there can be humor in some of it that could make for a light-hearted short piece for "All Things Considered". Why does this seem to you like an attack on Christmas by the "enemy of the people"?
Neil, a piece like this outside today's climate of hate and negativity would no doubt be as innocuous as you claim. Even funny. But I think, considering the current fashion to very publicly hate on anything and everything, this kind of piece just piles on in the interest of...well, pandering to the negative pop culture. It might be cute some other time, but in this day and age, it does nothing to pull us out of the toilet of negativity in which we are drowning with the help of our intrepid media. I think a piece like this is best left undone, and perhaps replaced with one asking for POSITIVE thoughts on the holidays or life in general. Wouldn't "What do you love...?" be so much more uplifting than "What do you hate...?" Why are we encouraged to find something we hate about everything?
I like to see a man proud of the place in which he lives. I like to see a man live so that his place will be proud of him. --Abraham Lincoln
Where I'm From
I am from station wagons, from kool-aid and turf-builder.
I am from the three bedroom, one bath ticky-tacky box
with the swath of weedy lawn; from lightning bugs,
June bugs, and mosquitoes the size of small birds.
From nights near as hot as the days,
spread-eagled on sticky sheets
crickets creaking, horns honking,
trains rumbling and whistling in the distance…
I am from snow to the eaves, jewel-studded ice storms
and green-black thunderstorms with sideways rain.
I am from bright red tulips, honeysuckle berries,
and worms on the driveway after a cloudburst;
from daisies, tiny wild strawberries, “Queen Anne’s Lace”
and crashing the kite into power lines.
I am from “Look what followed me home from school”
and never having too many animals. From Taffy and Rusty
and Sunny, the yellow headed parakeet, who could say
“Happy Birthday” but only when he thought
no one was listening…
I am from the women who shuttle the carpool,
punch the clock, scrub the toilet,
then climb into the bottle, the herb
or the fantasy to quiet the noise in their heads
and the men they choose to rescue
or who choose to rescue them.
From “When you meet the right one, you’ll just know”
and “Your dad was a virgin when we were married…”
I am from the dutiful eldest daughter who paired off
home made and pro-created at the appointed time,
and the other four who didn’t.
I am from the tearful Catholic and the stoic agnostic;
the rope stretched taut between belief and unbelief,
pulled one direction, then the other…
the eternal tug of war never won.
I’m from pioneers of urban exile; before the country clubs and the soccer and the Rolls Royces.
I’m from the first McDonald’s and the last Tastee Freez.
I am from the great moldering box in the upstairs closet;
roaring twenties sepias stacked on
shiny square instamatic shots, discoloring with age.
I am from the five stair-steps, the Christmas trees, the campfires,
and the blurred mountains captured from a moving car.
I am from the unlikely union of a country boy and a city girl,
brought together by Hitler and Hirohito;
and the neighborhood of compromise
that kept them both sane…almost.
On Where We're Destined to Go...
As for life, I'm humbled, I'm without words sufficient to say
how it has been hard as flint, and soft as a spring pond,both of these and over and over,
and long pale afternoons besides, and so many mysteries beautiful as eggs in a nest, still unhatched though warm and watched over by something I have never seen -a tree angel, perhaps,or a ghost of holiness.
Every day I walk out into the world to be dazzled, then to be reflective. It suffices, it is all comfort - along with human love,
dog love, water love, little-serpent love,sunburst love, or love for that smallest of birds flying among the scarlet flowers.
There is hardly time to think about
stopping, and lying down at last to the long afterlife, to the tenderness yet to come, when time will brim over the singular pond, and become forever,
and we will pretend to melt away into the leaves.
As for death, I can't wait to be the hummingbird, can you?
Mary Oliver
"Sometimes I go around feeling sorry for myself; and all the while I am being carried by the wind across the sky." --Chippewa saying.
Good Lord and all that's holy. There isn't enough negative stuff in the world already. How about a tradition you love? Like all the years my Uncle Ken dressed up as Santa and did the rounds? He came to us last and visited Chris and Tim? It was great.
ReplyDeleteLisa, what are you talking about? I followed the link - there is nothing to merit such criticism. Some people don't like egg nog or mistletoe. Some people don't like to exchange presents. The post on NPR is from a producer seeking input from the audience for a piece they are thinking about doing about holiday traditions that some of us like a lot less than other people do. We don't do mistletoe in my house - that doesn't make me a hater of Christmas. If NPR ever actually does this piece, I am sure it will be inoffensive to all but the nutters. Aubri Juhasz is an intern at NPR who does not appear to me intentionally provoking or insulting anyone. You can love Christmas and find egg nog disgusting. You can love the spiritual experience of Christmas, but find the commercial aspect - the focus on shopping particularly - as something to be minimized or avoided altogether. People have different ways of celebrating the holiday, and there can be humor in some of it that could make for a light-hearted short piece for "All Things Considered". Why does this seem to you like an attack on Christmas by the "enemy of the people"?
ReplyDeleteNeil, a piece like this outside today's climate of hate and negativity would no doubt be as innocuous as you claim. Even funny. But I think, considering the current fashion to very publicly hate on anything and everything, this kind of piece just piles on in the interest of...well, pandering to the negative pop culture. It might be cute some other time, but in this day and age, it does nothing to pull us out of the toilet of negativity in which we are drowning with the help of our intrepid media. I think a piece like this is best left undone, and perhaps replaced with one asking for POSITIVE thoughts on the holidays or life in general. Wouldn't "What do you love...?" be so much more uplifting than "What do you hate...?" Why are we encouraged to find something we hate about everything?
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