It’s sunny cold, the normal kind of sunny cold we have in December in Chicago. Back around again to the bottom of the Ferris wheel we call a year.
Almost time to exit the gondola, only to turn around and get in another nearly identical one.
Party noisemaker horn sound.
In the scheme of things, this is a small disappointment and irritation but still, I learned today that Girls5Eva, one of the most hilarious and brilliant shows ever, has been canceled.
Again.
This time, by Netflix.
Now if I had space rocket money, aside from using it to solve, you know, real world problems, I would create my own streamer for these projects deemed “not worthy” because of the audience they entertain. Because it’s far from the only show that deserves the time and backing to fully be itself.
I fear we are heading into a bleak age of entertainment, one that will mirror the bleakness of the time to come, catering to one demographic and one demographic only. If we want diversity in our viewing, we’ll have to create that ourselves, largely with foreign language content, so long as we can get it.
I can’t remember the last new Netflix show I actually enjoyed. I haven’t even finished Cobra Kai and that one was so addictive for me in the beginning.
My concern is that the blandening of stories isn’t only going to come from the finished product, but who is allowed to tell them. Because when you think about it, that is, at the core, what is happening right now.
Who writes the narrative.
It’s not something that reflects most of us, when you add it all together, and for centuries, they were the stories with which we were told to make do, that they were universal, that “man” meant “human.”
Well, I never bought into that one.
The truth is I don’t know, for sure, what’s to come, or what anything will be like when it overtakes our country like a shroud of darkness. If I ever had the ability to see the future, it’s gone now, either as a figment or out of self-preservation, because maybe it’s better not to know, not to dwell.
But to face it all without the hope of escape into imaginary worlds, with characters we’ve come to know and hang out with, well, that makes it all the worse.
There is one thing, though.
Art always finds a way.
Well this post is a little bit of a scattered mess today, but they can’t all be gleaming gems. I mean I guess they could, but then where is the fun or realness in that?
And with that, I wish you a wonderful Wednesday.
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