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The “survivor” who wasn’t
Why wring our hands over reality TV? We ate up the life and death of JFK Jr. -- and what's wrong with that?
As journalists wax ever more outraged about the blurred boundaries between news, entertainment and so-called reality TV, along comes the anniversary of John F. Kennedy Jr.’s plane crash to burst the bubble of self-righteousness — if such a self-reinforcing echo chamber as the media’s self-righteousness were burstable, that is.
For two weeks last July, the world of journalism went into a graveyard spiral, having judged the crash, the search for wreckage, the recovery of the bodies of Kennedy, Carolyn Bessette and her sister Lauren, and finally their funerals the world’s biggest news. I know; I was there. No theory about the cause of the crash went unexamined, no Kennedy-Bessette neighbor went uninterviewed, no photo of JFK Jr. — under a desk in the Oval Office, saluting his father’s casket, posing nude in George — went unseen.
Maybe that’s why I find it hard to be scandalized now when CBS puts the latest “Survivor” castoff on its “Early Show” and dresses up the soulless Julie Chen and Ian O’Malley as “correspondents” on “Big Brother”; or when “real” journalists vie to be the one who reveals the real survivors before the shows do. Anyone with a shred of awareness knows that the line between news and entertainment was erased long ago by the genres of celebrity, culture and “lifestyle” reporting — and despite all the hand-wringing, it’s really not cause for culturewide self-loathing.
And anyone who thinks CBS invented reality TV — or stole it from MTV or the Europeans — missed the point of the Kennedy extravaganza last year. He may have been our first reality TV character, the “Survivor” who ultimately wasn’t, his every developmental milestone captured by the cameras.
For 38 years, we watched it all: his birth, that salute, his Upper East Side childhood, the tousle-haired Brown University days, failing the bar, passing it, fighting with his girlfriend, marrying her, the George years and finally his demise. His greatest virtue, most eulogists agreed, was his grace and patience in the face of our unending curiosity about him, as if he understood, better than we did, how much we needed him, needed to watch him. He resisted the cruel retort of the fed-up celebrity to his relentless fans: Get a life.
Yet the fame took its toll, kept him caged and in some weird way wouldn’t let him grow up or ultimately age. And let’s be clear: Nothing conferred his “newsmaker” status besides his stunning looks and his father’s presidency, which his father, by the way, attained thanks to wealth, looks, charm and a glamorous wife — all of which seem more like the hallmarks of celebrity than democratic leadership. (I feel a harrumph coming on.)
So why is it worse that CBS creates celebrities out of real people — people who volunteer for the curse/privilege — and feeds them up for our consumption? (OK, one obvious reason it’s worse: I’d rather look at Kennedy’s beefcake than Richard’s on “Survivor.” Besides that.) And why are we surprised that we love to watch?
On “Survivor,” at least, the questions are kind of interesting: Did the old people get kicked off first because of ageism, or because they were insufferable? Who’s the Richard of your workplace? How and why did CBS pick such jive-ass black guys — they make “The Real World’s” Teck look like a mensch — for both shows? “Big Brother” is more hideous: It’s hard to know if Karen deserves pity or contempt for leaving her husband on national television, but the human curiosity is kind of irresistible.
In the end, it’s all about us — reality TV and celebrity news and on some days, the Serious Political News (remember impeachment?). Are we normal? Does everybody cheat on their spouse? Should we stay married; should we marry at all? How messed up are our kids? What do we value in the people around us: Hard work? Charm? Smarts? Would I salute my father’s casket at age 3? Would I risk the presidency for an Oval Office blow job? Are we normal? What’s normal?
I’m hooked on “Survivor” and less crazy about “Big Brother,” but I defend the whole craze. And yet I’m not dumb about the downside: an utter lack of proportion about what really matters, in public and private life. We skip over the story about the coming holocaust of AIDS orphans in Africa to read the latest “Survivor” synopsis. Closer to home, lately I’ve felt like a character on a reality show myself — “Dot-com Deathwatch!” — as reporters feast on every detail about Salon’s troubles: “The stock’s down 15 cents! They’ve lost their CFO! They’ve got a new CFO! The stock’s up 15 cents!” The stories purport to be about the trials of the new economy, but they’re really about gossip and schadenfreude.
But I digress. (Or do I? Is it coincidence it was CBS that wanted to do a magazine segment on Salon?) We’re only human; this is what we care about.
During the latest media maelstrom, the Elian saga, I found myself on TV (It’s the law: Every third American gets to go on TV during these big national news stories; that’s what’s so democratizing about them) telling reporters that Elian was a more defensible story than the JFK Jr. feeding frenzy, a little less sick-making, because it touched on bigger themes: post-Cold War geopolitics, U.S.-Cuba relations, immigration law, fathers’ rights, family life, Janet Reno.
It was mostly bullshit. At bottom Elian was the story of a little boy who watched his mother die, and JFK Jr.’s was about a little boy whose father we all watched die. (And with all we know about him, do we know if he ever watched it himself, or are there some questions even journalists had too much taste to ask?) In both situations, we could not look away. And why should we?
I’m only a tiny bit embarrassed about indulging the nation’s obsession with the story last year. But again, there is a cost to the lack of proportion. As President Clinton, Israeli Prime Minister Ehud Barak and Palestinian leader Yassir Arafat confab at Camp David to find a lasting solution to the Middle East crisis, there are no cameras outside. Nobody’s talking about it 24/7 on MSNBC; neither the networks nor the cable shows, to my knowledge, have ginned up on those logos and ubertitles that let us know we’re watching a Big National Story — going back to “America Held Hostage”; “The Columbine Massacre”; “JFK Jr.: Death of an American Prince.”
Nobody’s interviewing Barak’s neighbors or Arafat’s college pals. Nobody’s gossiping about the state of their respective marriages, only (as ever) the Clintons’. And, of course, the Bessette-Kennedys’. On Friday morning MSNBC featured a report on whether the pair would have divorced had they lived.
So I’m going to stay away from the news shows this weekend. A year later, Kennedy’s still dead, and it’s past time that we looked away. I’m going to watch “Big Brother” instead.
Joan Walsh is Salon's editor at large. More Joan Walsh.
Behind the underwear bomb
The latest airplane terror plot wouldn't have been foiled without airport security -- but not the kind we all know
Travelers line up at a TSA checkpoint at Los Angeles International Airport.
(Credit: Reuters/Danny Moloshok) In my mind, the key to keeping airplanes safe is, and always has been, stopping acts of sabotage while they are still in the planning stages. Here in the age of the TSA checkpoint, with its toothpaste confiscations and obsession with pointy objects, we tend not to think this way, preoccupied instead with a kind of airport Kabuki — the tedious, fanatical screening of passengers and their carry-ons. Real airport security takes place offstage, as it were. It is the job of the folks at the CIA and the FBI, working together with foreign authorities. And while TSA has an important role here too, we can do without the spectacle of airport guards rifling through innocent people’s bags in a pathological hunt for what are effectively harmless items.
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How the rich took over airport security
Security checks were one of America's most democratic places -- until rich passengers got their own speedy lines
(Credit: Reuters/Salon) The other day at Bergstrom Airport in Austin, Texas, I witnessed a striking manifestation of the new American plutocracy. Along with getting a photo at the Department of Motor Vehicles and sitting in a jury pool, standing in line at airport security with a mob of other people, miserable though it is, remains one of the few examples of civic equality in our increasingly oligarchic republic. Much airport security, of course, is theater, designed to provide alibis for bureaucrats and politicians in the event of a terrorist attack. But while we can debate what a rational airport security system would look like, no rational system would discriminate among passengers on the basis of ability to pay.
Continue Reading CloseMichael Lind’s new book, "Land of Promise: An Economic History of the United States", will be published in April and can be pre-ordered at Amazon.com. More Michael Lind.
When parents drug their kids
Antihistamines can knock out even the loudest child on a plane. Is it safe -- or just bad parenting?
(Credit: Ilya Andriyanov and KAMONRAT via Shutterstock) When I wrote last week about the 2-year-old girl who, along with her whole family, was kicked off a JetBlue flight for having a tantrum, I expected an outpouring of responses. What I hadn’t imagined was how much of it would be in favor of sedating kids as a practical means of getting them from point A to point B. “You know how I traveled with toddlers?” the stay-at-home mother of two tweeted to me. “Benadryl. Works like a charm.”
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Mary Elizabeth Williams is a staff writer for Salon and the author of "Gimme Shelter: My Three Years Searching for the American Dream." Follow her on Twitter: @embeedub. More Mary Elizabeth Williams.
When a flight becomes “pre-schoolers gone wild”
A family with toddlers is ejected from a JetBlue plane -- and kicks up a storm about kids and travel
(Credit: Kenneth Man via Shutterstock) Very few venues in this world — especially ones that invlove confined spaces — are thrilled to welcome a 2-year-old. Unless you’re at a Wiggles reunion show, the most common response is a lot of rolled eyes, anticipatory grimacing and the question “Can we change our seats?” So when JetBlue staff noticed young Natalie Vieau boarding a flight from Turks and Caicos with her parents and her 3-year-old sister last month, it’s possible they were already steeling themselves for Natalie to behave exactly like, well, a 2-year-old. When young Miss Vieau complied, pitching a fit that would have made Chris Brown proud, the crew kicked her and her family off the plane. Discuss.
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Mary Elizabeth Williams is a staff writer for Salon and the author of "Gimme Shelter: My Three Years Searching for the American Dream." Follow her on Twitter: @embeedub. More Mary Elizabeth Williams.
The things I carry
All those gadgets, chargers, adapters and cords are supposed to make my life easier. I'm not so sure
(Credit: Patrick Smith) The scourges of modern-day air travel.
I can think of a few: TSA, delayed flights, garbage in your seat pocket. Screaming kids and misdirected luggage. “CNN Airport News.”
Or, how about the blizzard of cardboard placards that hotel chains insist on littering their rooms with? I spend a quarter of my life in hotel rooms, and I resent having to spend the first five minutes of every stay gathering up an armful of this diabolical detritus and heaving it into a corner where it belongs. Attention, innkeepers: This is fundamentally bad business. One’s first moments in a hotel room should be relaxing. The room itself should impart a sense of welcome. It shouldn’t put you to work.
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