I am troubled, Listener. Imbued with angst and feeling a little perturbed, and I shall tell you for why.
So here in England a 17 year-old girl has been appointed a ‘youth police and crime commissioner’ (no, I’m not sure either) to represent young people across the country. In the last few days she’s been flung about like a mauled rabbit in the jaws of our Media for tweeting some rather silly thoughts that could be loosely construed as erring on racist and homophobic. Needless to say, chaos has ensued, and there’s been lots of footage of this boundlessly-coiffured young lady sniffing and apologising for everything she’s ever done wrong in her life. In an interview –
Oh for heaven’s sake, Stickman, you once portrayed a woman who’s just lost her virginity, so I didn’t think a bit of a 17 year-old hairstyle would hurt. But fine, forget it. You do make a fuss over nothing sometimes.
Anyway. In an interview with the BBC about why this young lady felt the need to send these thoughts toddling into the public domain, she had this to say:
“Older generations haven’t grown up with Twitter and social media – they know how to talk to other people about [their feelings], but for young people it’s different: you don’t want to bother people with your problems, you just think ‘I’m annoyed: tweet.'”
Now. Here in England we have a newspaper called The Daily Mail. The Daily Mail would take the following stance about this story:
I am not going to venture quite this far. If anything, humanity will be buggered by moral degradation and gratuitous salt-intake long before social media gets its claws into it, but that’s another story for another time.
However.
I am still troubled.
We all know that the social media revolution has ripped our brains open and encouraged us to splatter our profound cogitations (‘You’re sure you know someone and then they go and steal your last Custard Cream. TRUST NO ONE.’), our niggling concerns (‘I think my forearms might be slightly hairier than they used to be’.), and our banal musings (‘I need a poo.’) onto the face of the world for everyone to peruse at their leisure and take as seriously or as lightly as they wish.
But I’d like to think that for those of us who still remember how to think and deal with thoughts and emotions using our consciousness inside our heads, communicate using our lungs, vocal cords and lips, and use a pencil to write words on some paper in order to express an emotion or a deep desire to kiss Graham from Accounts or to assassinate Mrs Fitzwilliam from next door for leaving out smoked mackerel for Cuddles the Cat and thus single-handedly causing the worst fox plague your street has ever seen, the splurging of thoughts on our Facebook walls is a choice rather than an unequivocal imperative.
Shut up, Stickman. I was very proud of ‘unequivocal imperative’. You’re always raining on my parade. Just because you don’t know what ‘unequivocal’ means.
Hah. That shut him up. Don’t challenge me to a word duel , Stickman, I’ll trounce you all the way from here to Thesaurus.com.
But focus, Listener. You don’t half digress.
We of the private consciousness and vocal cords and pen and paper generations surely remember how to deal with strains of thought that enter our little heads in a quiet, peaceful and private manner? We know how to deal with these musings, don’t we? No matter how agonising and potentially defamatory they may be.
See? Stickman beautifully handled a very difficult anxiety. He acknowledged it, accepted it, and decided upon a strategy with which to contend with it. All inside his own sticky little head.
But what if he had done this?
He would have been branded a nature hater, forced to apologise to the Royal Horticultural Society, the National Trust and English Heritage, probably lost several friends, been disowned by his parents (National Trust members) and his life would never have been the same again.
But for those ‘young people’ whose lives in their living memory offer the ability to project every thought that enters their head onto a public wall, might they eventually lose – or, as time goes on, not even properly develop – the inclination or capacity to think thoughts and deal with emotions by themselves in private? What if the faculty for maintaining an interior monologue diminishes because there is no need for one?
I have conducted an in-depth, multi-billion pound scientific study of how the advance of time and technology has impacted on a human being’s handling of his interior monologue and how society has adapted to it. Please see following exhibits:
Exhibit A
Stickman decides to let loose his interior monologue on the world in 1993, with the following results:
Exhibit B
Stickman decides to let loose his interior monologue on the world in 2013, with the following results:
Finding A: Our concept of what constitutes information worthy of public expression has become considerably screwed. A statement such as ‘I’m going to buy a sandwich’ may now hold the same gravity as ‘My right kidney fell out of my bottom this morning and I’ve had a marriage proposal from a man who claims he is the Messiah and dresses up as a giant turnip on Thursday evenings.’
Finding B: Society’s willingness to accept the public expression of these banalities is potentially limitless. Will there soon be Tweets that simply say ‘I am currently breathing’ or ‘Living on ground under the sky’ or just ‘Alive’?
There are no conclusions, as yet, to these questions that trouble my consciousness interior mind inside my brain in my head. We’ll just have to wait and see. When the social media generation is old enough to become our teachers, doctors, politicians, artists and grown-ups, we might see what damage, if any, has been done. Or maybe things will just be so different there’ll be no need for a private consciousness. Maybe Facebook will change ‘My Facebook Wall’ to ‘My Facebook Brain’. Maybe in 50 years’ time we’ll be looking down at generations of vacant-eyed grunters. Or maybe not.
Whatever makes you happy, Stickman.
BECKY SAYS THINGS 
Thank you, I’m glad you wrote about this as I’ve been plagued by similar questions as well since the poor girl started getting mauled. I remember how reactionary and self-absorbed I was as a teenager, I am SO glad there was no social media around as there is now!
I sincerely recommend you read Ben Elton’s book Blind Faith if you haven’t already… It’s about a future in which privacy is dirty and a cause for suspicion, and social media is the default. Horrifyingly entertaining.
Good post as always Becky xxx
PS. Stickman the wig suits you!
Ah, I haven’t heard of that book – I’ll definitely check it out, thank you.
I can’t imagine the horrors of being able to expose my deepest 13 year old thoughts to the public… things like ‘Just kissed a boy and he put his tongue in my mouth and I ran home crying’ are fine in private diaries covered in flowers and diamonds, but there’s no need to put that stuff on the world stage…. 🙂
I love you, Stickman. I work at a university library, so I see kids connected to at least three devices at all times. Students with headphones in their ears, texting on their smart phones, and cruising the net on a laptop. They don’t understand the idea of “pencil” and “paper” or those sandwiches with words in them and don’t know what to do if the printer doesn’t work. I sound like an old fart, but I’m in my mid thirties. Arghhh.
Well I’m only 28 and I feel exactly the same way. To me, printers are the most incredible feat of technology ever. HOW DO THEY GET ALL THOSE TINY WORDS SO PERFECT IN SUCH A SHORT SPACE OF TIME WITHOUT INK GOING ALL OVER THE PAGE??? It’s madness. Kids today don’t know they’re born. (Oh God – you know when I said I was 28? More like 88…)
PS Stickman loves you too 🙂
I loved the reactions to Stickman’s 1993 vs. 2013 status updates. It’s so true!!! Sometimes I read status updates and think, if you wouldn’t bother saying this out loud to someone else, please, for the love of god, don’t post it. Of course, then I go and update my fb status to, “just read the worst status update ever” … 😉
Haha EXACTLY!!! ‘I wish people would stop posting mundane thoughts about their daily lives.’ Well if that isn’t a mundane thought then I’m not Becky and I don’t say things.
This is perfect.
Thank you 🙂 I suppose I just got on my high horse…
Nope. Not at all. Everything you said was true.
I love Stickman in a beard.
This was great. Agree with amb, perhaps people should say things out loud FIRST…if they feel like an idiot, then that should be a sign NOT to post that thought publicly. But alas, whatever filters our brains might have had once upon a time don’t seem to exist anymore.
Then again, my last blog post consisted of things I wouldn’t say aloud so hmm…I don’t know where I stand anymore.
Ok this is ridiculous but one last comment. I meant to say I love Stickman in a wig, not beard… Right, off I go now.
To be fair, Stickman looks pretty handsome in a beard too 🙂
You’re always funny (and Stickman–well, hilarious whether he means to be or not), but that is absolutely the most profound bit of work I’ve ever read on the pitfalls of the universal experiment that is social media. Seriously. I wonder the same things, but you found exactly the right words. Can’t even find a food-related comment to throw in the mix (well, sort of did because I just mentioned mixing) as there’s just plain nothing to add. Well done.
CAKE.
There, I had to get some food in there 🙂
Thank you for your lovely words, and I’m glad it’s not just me who has minor concerns about the stupefying effects social media may have on our brains….
Probably by telling Facebook all of our needs and functions it is learning how our lower cortex works and is programming itself to take over. I, for one, think It will be doubleplus good when we don’t have to think at all.
Good point. In 30 years time, some hapless brain surgeon will open a head to perform a brain transplant, and he’ll just find this http://blog.optimum7.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Facebook-Brain2.jpg
I only use Facebook to report the elimination of bodily waste.
Well to be fair, I think updating your friends about your daily bodily functions is perfectly acceptable.
Unfortunately the only meetings I’ve ever had are either interviews or my boss telling me I’m getting the sack. It’s usually the latter, either the sack or just a bollocking; like when I had a disciplinary on Christmas Day
meetings ARE evil. I hate them. Whenever someone says “Pete can I have a word” my mind is instantly filled with “What the fuck have I done now?”
Commented on the wrong fecking post! That’s what I get for having 20 pages open at once then reading everything before I comment!!!
Ahem, I mean yeah, because that’s how I roll. Deal with it.
What really pisses me off about Social Media is how people uses it to get sympathy, like for instance there’s a girl on my friendslist who I work with who has an obsession with some other prick that I work with and at least three times a day there’s a status, “OMG WHY ARE U SUCH A DICK!” and then everyone replies saying “Oh are you alright?” “What’s wrong?” just for her to reply with “Oh it doesn’t matter, personal stuff”
IF ITS PERSONAL WHY DONT YOU SUCH THE F UP AND STOP POLLUTING MY EYES WITH YOUR INCESSANT BORING SHIT!
But on the plus side it’s a great place to bully people.
Hahahahaha I HATE that! The ‘enigmatic’ posts like ‘Not a happy bunny sad face’ or ‘Why can’t people just leave me alone?’ and the ‘You ok hun?’ and ‘Big hug xxx’ comments that follow really get on my wick.
Especially when they’re below the age of 20, they haven’t even begun to get smacked down by the bitch known as life.
This is basically my news feed.
Kent Police are advertising for a Stickman Commissioner if he is interested!
I’m fashionably late for this post. I just wanted to read it when I was clear. Brilliant, as always Becky. I sometimes wish social media would go away, except for blogging of course. Personally, I have harder time unplugging these days and then when I read stupid, meaningless stuff it’s even more pathetic. Thank God for you and Stickman. He’s really quite handsome in a wig. I miss him!
Hi Becky,
I guess I’m more than fashionably late with with my comment but I’ve only just stumbled upon this post today. Thought it was great — and also something I’ve been thinking / writing about lately. If you and Stickman have the time, check it out at http://philipjefferson.wordpress.com/2013/05/11/the-calm-before-the-post-stalking-my-inner-luddite/ and let me know what you think. And congrats on the recent “Freshly Pressed”.
Thank you so much! Glad you stumbled across us 🙂
I’ll check out your blog right now – the title has me giggling already!