Just
a few days ago I finally gave in to the pressures of consumer
culture: I bought an iPhone. I had resisted rather successfully for a
number of years. I felt that technology was getting more and more
complex and there were too many functions complicating, not
simplifying modern life.
For
example, a cellphone is convenient yes, but its main purpose is to
make and receive calls. Why would we need to take pictures, use
social media, surf the net and download a host of different apps and
gadgets? All this I considered technological clutter. It was not only
unnecessary but highly distracting.
Moreover,
it was not merely a general trend; it was the fangs of consumer
culture reaching into our souls and pockets. Everybody (except me)
had a smartphone, and I looked old-fashioned with my simple version
of a cellphone (In fact, I had asked for a beeper, but the provider
just smiled and took me for a nostalgic buffoon).
Consumer
culture is a smart concept I admit. Companies reach deep inside of us
and claim that they can help us fill the void within. Their products,
they say, will bring us happiness. Once we spend our money on them,
they come up with a new, a better and improved, a faster and more
versatile gadget, the next number up the technological chain, and
they say that this new product will make us even happier than the
first.
At
the same time, there is also a significant element of cultural peer
pressure to deal with. Your friends have the latest model with all
its new tricks and gimmicks, and you are still using the supposedly
obsolete version yourself. So you feel the need to “update”
yourself to their level and not fall behind in this technological
race.
It
is also creating some pressure on companies themselves to come up
with new innovative gadgets. You are only as good as your latest
book, movie or iPhone. The competition heats up and even companies
feel the pressure of having to keep up at a very fast pace,
especially when it comes to technology.
So
I have fallen into the trap of consumer culture, have become their
latest victim. It is rather ironic because I used to give diatribes
against consumer culture using Peter Singer's ideas as my erudite
support. I wanted others to understand and see the futility of such a
culture, that we have substantially more than we need and that we
could use the extra money that we waste on those products to follow
the voice of our conscience and help humanity.
It
is unfair to have all those gadgets in one country and in another to
have millions of people starving to death. (The same applies in terms
of food itself, people spending millions on diet pills or suffering from
obesity, while the other parts of the world are malnourished to the
bone.) This money could be saved instead of wasted on items we do not
really need, and it could be used to help save people's lives. In
other words, we are talking about a moral deed and not a shallow
experience of happiness or vanity on our side.
And
yet, I have to tone down my rhetoric so as not to become an example
of hypocrisy since I am also wasting money on gadgets that are not
necessary for my general use and well-being, i.e. the iPhone. I do believe that
we have become ensnared or enslaved by modern fashion and consumer
culture. Yet in a way, I must say that I also understand the reasons
why that happens.
The
iPhone, for example, is not only handy, convenient, filling my idle
moments while waiting at the bus stop, but it also gives me a certain
dose of happiness. In another way, I feel more connected to the
hordes of people who are constantly checking and rechecking their
smartphones, a technological version of grooming, I suppose. I feel
part of them now; I understand them better. The same way, I was
sternly against iPads until my son asked for one and I recognized its
value.
I
also have come to understand the urge or rather addiction of wanting
to constantly reach for one's phone to check God knows what. It is
not merely a fidget; take the smartphone away from people, and they
will go through symptom withdrawal. It is an addiction like any
other. I already had a similar experience when I had to go without
Internet for a day (it was horrible!) but now to have connection to
the world wide web at my fingertip wherever I am is supreme bliss
indeed!
In
this case, the romantic old-fashioned and traditional version of
myself has to give in to the modern technological side. It will
affect my outlook. It will change my conversation habits. It affects
interactions and relationships. But it is also something that has
been ongoing, a continuous progression and extension of the digital
age.
I
miss the days of my youth where I had pen pals. I would sit down and
write a letter of four or five pages. It came from a
deeper voice within me right there visible in my own handwriting. I
used to await with excitement the arrival of the post to see if I had
gotten a response from a friend. I am still at times anxious to see
what the post will bring, but nowadays it is mostly bills.
I
check my email with the same fervor and excitement although a lot of my
emails fall under the rubric of junk. I also check my blog stats on a
daily basis and blogs are one of the best parts and the most
rewarding bits and benefits of technology.
In
fact, nowadays I can reach people globally; I can post my latest
musings, doubts and accomplishments, and at a click, it will become
visible for the whole wide world. Such a thing would not have been
ever possible in a letter format. Copying letters by hand would take
eons and would reach a very limited number of people.
Also
I keep defining and redefining myself. I used to criticize technology
and consumer culture, but that has become a rather futile struggle.
It is not a loss necessarily, and I do not think I am a sell-out; I
rationalize that one can gain by keeping the “enemy” close. Put
differently, sometimes we will see the hidden values and benefits of
even those things we tend to criticize. As my students tend to say,
every coin has two sides. And nowadays, I am looking on from the
other side of the shores of technology.
No comments:
Post a Comment