I remember bar none the most shocking purchase my mother ever made when I was a child. We were in a Sam’s club, and it was myself, my brother, Jon, and our mom. If pressed, I could not give you the exact year, but it must have been around 1993 or 1994, and she bought us a Sega Genesis. Now, we had the original 8-bit Nintendo at my house, but this was THE upgrade, and what shocked me is that my mother always seemed to hate video games (to be honest, I think I have Tetris to thank for her softened attitude).
Mine was the first generation that really grew up with video games. I think I was ten or eleven when the Nintendo came into the house, and 13 or 14 when we got the Sega…but even before that my father had an Apple IIe computer, and I remember playing Pac-Man on it. All of this is along way of saying I grew playing games. Were they Grand Theft Auto IV or God of War, or Gears of War? No. But I remember being a kid and walking by the video arcade and seeing Sub-zero in Mortal Combat rip someone’s head off and the blood drip down the dangling spine. So mine was not a blood-free gaming experience.
Like all people who commute on a large mass-transit system, I have a routine I follow in the morning. I’ve bought an iPhone not too long ago, and already I’ve made the switch form my morning paper to surfing the BBC or Foreign Press app, but normally I read the news on my commute into work. This past week though, I had to leave my phone in my pocket one day and to stop and pick up the free daily, the Express. On the cover was a shot of a video game, where one character is about to bludgeon another from behind with a baseball bat. In a blood-splatter caption the headline is: CHILD’S PLAY? Do states have the right to forbid the sale of Violent games to kids? The Supreme Court will decide.” Personally, I think the splatter was overkill, but then this is about video games, and in those you can literally pick up the BFG-5000 (That’s Big-Fucking-Gun for those of you who don’t know), so who am I to take umbrage over aesthetics.
Now, I should add that I do own a Playstation 3 and five games, of which one, Fallout 3, is rated M for Mature. The others are rated T for teen, but there is also an E, which is for everyone. It’s like the moving rating system before the introduction of the PG-13 rating for flicks, and as you would expect, the games are rated based of the level of the sexual content, violence, and maturity of themes. Now, the fact that this system exists and is voluntarily followed by all the video game makers is a fact excluded from the article, but it does point out that every state that has passed a law targeting video games to date has been shot down. The gist of the argument against the games is not necessarily that they should not be made, but that they should be treated under laws that restrict the sale of sexually explicit materials to minors and the like…in essence people are asking society to alter their definition of obscenity under the First Amendment.
Now for the real irony in the story: the law under appeal is from California and has who names on it? Oh, yes. You guessed correctly: Schwarzenegger, hisownself—the man who single handily ran his car though a building and then executed an entire police station full of officers in Terminator; who made such peace-loving flicks like Conan the Barbarian— where he responded in all seriousness to the question of what are the best things in life are with “to crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women;” and who’s taste must be called into question if only because he voluntarily got on board with the making of Batman and Robin (not to mentioned a few other like Jingle All the Way or Junior). But let’s be fair, as here is what he says in regards to the subject at hand: “We have a responsibility to our kids and our communities to protect against the effects of game that depict ultra-violent actions.” I hate to burst the bubble on the governor, but I don’t think a law will do anything. And what is this we?
Parents have a responsibility to their children. The article points out that there are several psychological studies that strongly suggest that “participating in the playing of violent video games by children and youth increase aggressive though and behavior; increase antisocial behavior and delinquency; engender poor school performance; desensitize the player to violence; and reduce activity in the frontal lobes of the brain.” I will not disagree with one point of any of that, but I will ask the question how much playing are the kids in these studies doing? I’m guessing it is a solid amount of time. I’m also guessing those are the same underage kids I see at the R-rated movies with their parents. Whereas, my parents not only made sure that I never played games for hours on end (Sunshine and running around is, in fact, good for children), but they also denied me violent content until I was old enough.
Now, we had cable, and when I hit puberty, I got really, really interested in Showtime late nights. I also began to watch more violent movies and play more adult games. But by that point I was firmly rooted in reality, and my parents made sure I knew the difference between fantasy and reality. This, I think, is more of a challenge for people today. Part this may, in fact, be due to the reality that video games are much more realistic today then they were when I was a kid. From in-game-physic-engines that make sure cars crumple the way they do in the real world, to graphics and high-def TVs that just about allow the user to smell the stench of cordite, stale sweat, and the rank odors of the bodies left over from the aliens or people you just went head to head with. I think the second reason though has a lot to do with parenting style. Heck, they put video games in cars anymore. My suspicion is it is not so much to entertain kids as it is to save parents the trouble of keeping their kids in line on those long road trips. Much like TV, they are frequently used as a babysitter by many parents.
Of course it is a mistake to over-generalize, but I was a teacher at one point. From my own personal experience I noticed a direct correlation between my students who were problems and the amount of time they spent playing video games. There was also a direct correlation between those students and the amount of involvement their parents had in their lives. The more time the parent spent, the fewer hours of video games played and the better adapted the student was to life in general. To my way of thinking, I would like studies that break down the amount of parental involvement vs the time played and the degree of social acceptace of these kids.
Do videos games need to be banned? Not so much in my opinion. Are all parents using videogames as baby sitters? Of course not. But bottom line, anytime someone calls any form of entertainment is a corruption of youth, or that “we” need to protect “our” children all my red-flags get raised. I say, “Fuck you,” Jobu, I do it myself.” And besides laws like that never work. Kids will just their older siblings to buy the game, or if they don’t have an older sibling, there is always one store somewhere, that won’t check the ids. It happens all the time. So, it is time for that old nasty phrase, “parental responsibility,” to apply to video games. Know what your kids are playing, and mom and dad don’t like it, hit the power button. That’s what it is for.
July 27, 2010
Facebook Suicide & Inception: Am I Awake Yet?
Posted by Clyde Williams under Commentary, Humor | Tags: college, Facebook, Inception, Luddite, The Dark Knight, The Dumbest Generation, The Social Network |1 Comment
As I watched Christopher Nolen’s latest movie, Inception, I had a line from another one of his movies, The Dark Knight, pop into my head:
You know, they’re schemers. Schemers trying to control their little worlds. I’m not a schemer. I try to show the schemers how pathetic their attempts to control things really are.
I thought of it, because at the heart of the movie Inception are schemers. People who are trying to control their world by planting the idea into a man’s head that he wants to break beak up the company his father built. It is against this backdrop and lost in a world endless possibility the Leonardo DiCaprio’s character makes the pronouncement: “What’s the most resilient parasite? An idea. A single idea from the human mind can build cities. An idea can transform the world and rewrite all the rules.”
In the end I think that I agree with this idea, which brings me to my real topic: Facebook.
Although this is what prolong exposure can feel like.
About two months back I committed was is most commonly referred to as “Facebook suicide.” There are a myriad of reasons I did this that include things like I never really used it, that I was sick of all the Farmville and mob requests I received, and finally there were all of the on-going privacy concerns. Taken together I decided that it was just not worth my time and effort to keep my account, espically if I had to deal with such a large baggage train. And behold, my life has become so much better! My inbox is much less cluttered, I don’t see all of the updates that I could have lived without from people I only was vaguely curious to know about, and it makes it harder for people to “tag” me in photos or otherwise link me to some of the stupid things I’ve done over the years.
I love previews. And when I watched Inception there was a preview for a new movie called The Social Network, which more or less tells the story of the inception of Facebook. Meaning that one idea has changed the way 500,000,000 people act on a day-to-day basis. To put that into perspective the idea that you can share your life with your “friends” via the computer has affected the lives of more people than are currently living in the USA, Canada, and Mexico combined.
Facebook is really a place where people should be able to share parts of their lives, and to connect with those they wish to, but like all great ideas it has evolved (or devolved, depending on your point of view) into something that is only a parody of that initial goal of connecting people. Size changes things. Sometimes in very unexpected ways, and the behemoth size Facebook has reached and the onslaught of information it provides about the lives of its users has brought forth some unexpected consequences. Take for example this article, which is basically about how kids are now showing up to college without the interpersonal skills they need to deal with the dreaded freshman-roommate. Or stop at your local bookstore and pick a book in the vain of The Dumbest Generation, which is basically about how being connecting all the time is taking people away from the quiet time you need to grow as a person. Or just look at this final article in which the “tell-all” generation learns the value of omission. These are things that are being eroded away by social networking, and who is to say if that is a good thing or not?
And while I can’t say what the long term consequences of the social revolution are, the unflinching truth is that for a growing portion of the people that use it, Facebook has become so puerile that it is the equivalent of always having that ex-girl/boyfriend calling you when you’ve not returned a phone call of theirs in FOR-EV-ER! The sad part is that Facebook, like those exes has the the audacity or stupidity to assume you are always happy to hear from them. The problem is that if Facebook connects someone to a distant and dimly remembered name from the past, it is increasingly only in a cursory or perfunctory manner.
In many ways, Facebook represents the exact opposite of all the things it takes to build a real connection with somebody. Of course not everyone is going to be your “bestest-friend-ever!;” however, for any real connection the basics still remain. You have to make time for a friendship by taking time out of something else you are doing. You, usually, have to go out of your way to make a new and lasting friendship, and in doing so you have to share something of yourself that is more than just a trite summary of what you’ve been doing to today or geo-tagging (that is the most annoying thing ever…unless you are my girlfriend or immediate family, I don’t care where you are if you are not sharing space with me) the restaurant you are eating at.
I’ve never thought of myself as a Luddite, as I generally enjoy seeing new technology in action, but the faster things move in this world, the more prone humans seem to be to throw the baby out with the bath water, and if the rising trend of teenagers who can’t hash out simple roommate problems is any indication, it may be a good time to stop and ponder if, like the good people of Gotham, we have a monster running rampant though the streets, who is fixated on mayhem as yet undreamed. Or perhaps we have simply slipped too many levels down into the dreams of a digital age. Or it might just be the case that Facebook is “not a monster, [it’s] just ahead of the curve!” Time will tell, but it would be nice if this was one dream that we didn’t have to kill ourselves to escape.