There’s much to amuse at our fingertips – we’ve never had it so good. But is it good for the soul?I hold written before about my concerns over how technology – via PCs,phones, tablets and so on – is driving the family household into separate, or loney cantons. This is the way the robots are taking over – rather than lurid (shocking; sensational) inventions of 1950s sci-fi imagination,they are chaining us, in isolation, and to our private screens,with our consent. A fresh culture is emerging, and whining and bitching from me isn’t going to stop it. Cest la vie.
However, and my concern this week isn’t so much the sheer scale of electronic integration,but what is actually being watched. I’m not talking about pornography or junk TV – although that is piece of it. No, it’s the vast pool of available entertainment – much of it very good – that worries me. It is a pool in which we are in danger of drowning, and to the sound of our own laughter and the spectacle of our own fascination.
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Source: theguardian.com