Week 2 Post
What even is an authentic life? How do you measure authenticity?! It is often said that people these days live behind a screen (usually implied as a bad thing) and we should all instead go out into the real world and have adventures. Okay, cool. The real world…
I have a friend who has been working in remote South American forests these last few months and trees apparently don’t conduct strong wifi signals (who knew) so he’s pretty “unmediated” right now. Safe to say, he’s probably living a life many would call “authentic”, unperturbed by technology and the public gaze.
Me? In the last hour I’ve tweeted, inboxed people on Facebook, sent emails, surfed Youtube, and scrolled down Tumblr. You, studying Media and probably reading this from your laptop, might have spent a recent hour in a similar way. So what makes my eco buddy better than people like us? Is his life better lived, his time better spent, just because he’s in a hut with no running water? I, for one, enjoy running water and have little desire to live without it yet people applaud his way of living and dismiss our own as shallow. I’m sorry I like to have people and knowledge at my fingertips! It’s awesome that we can communicate with people worlds away from us or that we can share our passion on a globalised scale – it makes our experience of the world all the richer. This is the world we live in and media is at the forefront. The mediated world surrounds us now so mediated experiences should never be dismissed as anything less than a valid existence. Meanwhile he can play with a leopard while waiting 5 minutes for the gif I sent him to load…still a valid existence, I swear!
Now on authenticity – do my friendships in this city overshadow those with people overseas? So there can’t be hugs or coffee dates but there’s Google Hangouts and Tweets and everything in between that reflect just as much on who we are as people. Of course it would be cooler to actually play with a leopard than seeing a video of it but there’s nothing to say that metropolitan living is better or worse than less urbanised living.
Something that really irritates me are people who romanticise “those days when we actually had to talk to each other!” Oh, please don’t pretend for a second that 21 year old you in the 80s spent your evenings having lovely chats and playing Scrabble with your parents. You think your 18 year old great great grandmother spent all day having tea with her mother dearest? People will talk when they want to and find ways to get away from each other when they don’t. Nothing groundbreaking here.
Unfocused rant over. That was exhausting. Ummmm okay……..PUBLISH!