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Modern evils

Murky morning. Hurtling train.

A girl in green school uniform spoke our thoughts aloud, "Today is Wednesday, isn't it? I thought it was Monday."

Her friend across the aisle said, "Yeah, feels that way."

"Yesterday felt like Sunday," the girl went on. "Did you watch The Emmys?"

The Emmys? I blinked, having a vague inkling that the event was going to happen some time. Actually, there was something about it on the news which included the words "high security" and "terrorist attacks" but somehow it didn't click in my head that the awards have been shown on TV.

"Yeah," said her friend.

"Did you watch 'The Secret Life of Us'? It was good! I couldn't stop crying -"

"I saw 'Don't Say A Word' and that was really good -"

"I watched 'Cruel Intentions' on DVD over the weekend ..."

What did schoolgirls used to talk about before there was a television in every household?

There was a girl at school who comes to mind. I remember a brief conversation with my group of deep-thinking pals, about how she didn't really seem to fit in with anyone else because her parents refused to have a television at home. Given that almost everyone would inevitably mention something that was on TV the night before, she would be completely left out because she could not take part in the discussion, however trivial.

It must have been quite horrible. I bet her parents didn't think of her social alienation when they decided not to have a television based on the notion that 'TV is evil', one way or another. Perhaps I am being too judgemental ...

Whichever way it goes, mass media has become the plush carpet that most of us walk on, even if just so we can all collectively point to the bit where some celebrity spilled their drink and made an impressive coffee stain.

Maybe it's all for a false sense of belonging.

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07 November 2001, Wednesday, 11:16 PM

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