Last night, in the context of a discussion of unsuspecting cats getting thrown into trash cans by surprisingly malevolent middle-aged English women, it was pointed out to me that a key attribute of Jeremy Bentham’s Panopticon was the idea that once prisoners became convinced that someone was always watching, they could be expected to behave properly, whether or not someone was actually watching. The possibility of supervision was all that was necessary.
Hence, now that we know that we are currently living in a world where our every transgression is just a click or two away from the condemnation of a billion Facebooking-YouTubers, we can all be expected to live lives of quiet propriety. Maybe no one is watching you right now, but they could be!
But after reviewing the following video, it has also occurred to me that, when thinking about possible disincentives that will discourage wretched behavior, the combination of social networking and video surveillance is mere child’s play compared to the Internet hive-mind’s capability for mockery and satire.
To wit: The Revenge of the Cat! (Note: This will make no sense if you have not watched the original video.)
Another year gone by. And with it, all those precious hours that might otherwise have been spent writing novels and training for marathons, sacrificed at the altar of talking dogs and people ripping up paper. Thanks, YouTube! So with heavy hearts and glassy eyes, we bid adieu to the videos that this year made us laugh, sparked our outrage, touched our hearts and made us feel like partyin’ partyin’.
Cats, now and forever
Nyan cat
As if to answer the question, “Is there anything more hypnotically odd than Rebecca Black’s ‘Friday’?” along came the glorious, three-and-a-half-minute endurance test known as Nyan cat. With its inspiring “Nyanyanyanyanyanyanya!” lyrics and its gif of a smiling half-kitty, half-Pop Tart with a rainbow soaring out its butt, Nyan cat made absolutely zero sense. It has been viewed nearly 55 million times. Peanut Butter Jelly Time and Ooga Chaka Baby, make room on the dance floor.
Cat mom hugs baby kitten
Exactly what it says it says. It’s pretty simple. And if this doesn’t make you squee at the 33-second mark, you’re dead inside. I’m sorry your mother didn’t love you.
eHarmony video bio
OK, so “Debbie” wasn’t real. The fact that she openly posts on YouTube and Twitter as Cara Hartmann was kind of a tipoff. The fact eHarmony itself got into the act after she went viral, noting that they don’t even do video personals, was another. But there was something about the crazy cat lady’s two-and-a-half-minute monologue – the way it went from shy and flirty to a tearful, “I know I can’t hug every cat!” confession that rang familiar alarm bells with every person who’s ever had the spooky realization, “I am trapped on a date with a lunatic.” Which is every person. Oh, Debbie, we want to be on a rainbow with you, too.
Men in uniform
U.C. Davis protesters pepper-sprayed
When Lt. John Pike cavalierly aimed his can of pepper spray at a peaceful chain of protesters at the University of California, Davis, back in November, his image became an instantly appropriated meme. But though there’s plenty of room for parody to be found in a still photograph, it was the video of Pike and his cohorts, dousing students over the howls of the crowd, that became a turning point in the Occupy movement — and a stunning reminder of what abuse of power looks like.
Telling my dad that I am gay – LIVE
In the year’s most riveting coming-out story, 21-year-old Randy Phillips placed a late-night call to his father from his Air Force base in Germany. “I’m as nervous as I can ever remember being,” Phillips said. “He has no clue.” And then, after insisting his father confirm his love for him, Phillips told him he’s gay. And when his father, half a world away, replied, “I still love you, son … It doesn’t change our relationship, you hear me?” it was a tear-jerking testament to the bonds of family, and the beauty of acceptance.
Babies!
Talking twins
In an impossibly cute clip, a cheerful pair of brothers show off their mismatched socks, trade flailing hand gestures, and, amazingly, babble back and forth in what looks more like a more meaningful conversation than any episode of “Fox and Friends” that has ever aired. In addition to being shamelessly delightful, the video lent itself easily to colorful translations of their conversation and reimaginings of the boys in their later years. Anything that can get Michael Chiklis is a diaper wins.
Emerson
There were many cute babies this year. But only one channeled the Jessie Spano “I’m so excited, I’m so scared” gamut of emotions like little scene-stealer Emerson. Watch as he goes from terror to hilarity, again and again, as mom blows her nose. One minute of compelling evidence for why people keep having babies – because they’re so goddamn funny.
Strange creatures
Honey Badger
“This,” our narrator explains flamboyantly, “is the honey badger.” And in a clip from the kind of nature special that might get people to actually watch PBS, the “pretty bad-ass” creature goes on to demonstrate his aptitude for not “giving a shit.” Sure, it’s all as ridiculous as turning down the volume and providing your own commentary for any National Geographic opus, but Honey Badger and his sassy narrator Randall nevertheless became heroes of our time. Charlie Sheen only wishes he was such a “nasty crazy-ass.”
Marcel the shell with shoes on
What’s cuter than Zooey Deschanel, but without the side effect of making you want to punch a wall? Marcel, we missed you so. Voiced again by the pitch-perfect Jenny Slate, the world-weary yet hopeful Marcel expounded on the merits of a piece of bread as a bed, the hazards of traveling by bug (“You’re only going to go where the bug wants to go”) — and somehow managed to be winsome without being all Brooklyn about it. Why do we love Marcel? Uh, ’cause it’s worth it.
And the rest
Ted Williams
He was a panhandler on an Ohio freeway, brandishing a sign that read, “I have a God given gift of voice.” And when the Columbus Dispatch’s Doral Chenoweth III pulled over one day to ask for his story, an unlikely, golden-throated viral star emerged. Instantly, the former voice-over artist – who’d fallen in recent years into “alcohol and drugs and other things” – was fielding lucrative job offers. It was an apparent feel-good redemption story, sullied only by the reality that Williams was not quite prepared for sudden fame and success. He went in and out of different rehab clinics. The Cavaliers withdrew their offer to be their announcer. But today, Williams is the voice of New England Cable News and says he’s been sober since May. It’s not quite as spectacular as the morning he opened the “Today” show, but it’s still a long way from the streets he roamed just a year ago.
Friday
Appalling. Amateurish. And God help us, inescapable. When 13-year-old Rebecca Black’s parents granted her wish to make a music video, little could they have imagined it would become the most watched clip in YouTube history. (Trololo man is still getting over the defeat.) It launched a gazillion parodies, secured Black the patronage of Katy Perry, cleared up any confusion over where Thursday and Saturday fit in the scheme of things, and most of all, became the end of the week anthem that will never die. When someday your grandchildren are singing of “fun, fun,” tell them where you were the moment you followed a fateful link from a friend that said, “WTF is this?”
How do you calmly confront prejudice? How do you rationally converse with someone who has contempt for your family? Just like this.
Our story begins in June, when Troy, Mich., realtor Janice Daniels decided she no longer hearts the Empire State. Apparently forgetting that Facebook pages can be viewed by other people, she posted on her wall that “I think I am going to throw away my I Love New York carrying bag now that queers can get married there.” I’m sure the tote bag was devastated.
The post might have gone unnoticed as mere Facebook-troll blather had the Tea Partyer not been elected mayor last month. It didn’t take long for the Keep Troy Strong blog to point out the incendiary post, and for Daniels to delete it. She then issued a mealy-mouthed apology, stating that though “I do believe marriage should be between one man and one woman, it was inappropriate to use that language.” She further explained that “It was meant to be a joke, silly, a funny thing.” Of course, the month before, the mayor explained how she wants to use her new job to “promote the healthy aspects of society,” including “intact families.” “Intact” — apparently as long as they’re not “same sex.”
Daniels’ comments led to demands for her resignation, admonition from residents who called her remarks “embarrassing” and “hurtful.” But it was Michigan resident Amy Weber who really schooled Daniels – and all the other bigots out there – when she stood up last week with her wife, Tina, and two daughters to address the mayor at a city council meeting. “I always like to think of challenges like this as opportunities to grow,” she said, introducing her children to the assembly. Weber went on to explain that in her family, “We talk every day about different families and different types of people, and teaching respect and kindness. That is the heart that beats in our home. It’s about being kind, about choosing love over everything.” She then showed drawings that the girls had done for Daniels with the words “love” on them. Weber even added, “I would love to see you at the next gay pride parade, leading the march, saying … these are my brothers and sisters just like everybody else.”
It was a straightforward and profoundly moving moment, one that breaks this thing issue down to its most basic element — the rights of American citizens to just plain love each other. And because the children weren’t prodded to speak, the testimony lacked the reluctant awkwardness of Michele Bachmann’s recent run-in with an 8-year-old who mumbled, “My mommy’s gay but she doesn’t need any fixing.” Instead, it was a sincere and compelling call to basic human decency. Coming on the heels of Rick Perry’s absurd (and widely derided) anti-gay spot and Mitt Romney’s smackdown from a 63-year-old gay Vietnam veteran who coolly told him, “You have to look a man in the eye to get a good answer. And you know what, Governor? Good luck. You’re going to need it” — maybe it’s not such a great week to be a homophobic gasbag.
Given Daniels’ “God-fearing love for this country,” it’s hard to be optimistic that Amy Weber’s plea for open-mindedness will fall on receptive ears. But every time gay men and women — and their friends and families — come forward and confront small-minded politicians with eloquence and dignity, it makes it harder for the voices of division and intolerance to cavalierly spew their bile and get away with it. Those “queers” and their loved ones so easily dismissed on Facebook are your neighbors. Adjust your mouth accordingly. And “joke” though Daniels’ comment may have been, it’s nevertheless unfortunate that New York’s acceptance of same-sex marriage has made the mayor of Troy decide she can no longer “love” the state. Because as Amy Weber understands, it’s not fear, not ignorance and certainly not hate that move us forward. “In the end, love is all that matters,” she told Daniels. “No matter what you’re doing in life, if you can look at it through the lens of love, you will do the right thing.”
Which FTD Thank You bouquet do you think John Pike sent Rick Perry this week? Did he go for the “Sweet Splendor” or the “Because You’re Special”? Maybe he opted for the Hickory Farms sausage and cheese box? He must have done something grand, because who else but Rick Perry could have provided the Internet with the most funny-horrible thing since Pepper Spray Cop?
You’ve seen the “Strong” video by now. Your friends have posted it all over Facebook, usually with a string of LOLs underneath. In a campaign ad that, unfortunately for Perry, strongly evokes both Heath Ledger’s tormented performance and his sartorial leanings in “Brokeback Mountain,” the man who uproariously still believes he has a shot at the White House says, “I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m a Christian, but you don’t need to be in the pew every Sunday to know there’s something wrong in this country when gays can serve openly in the military but our kids can’t openly celebrate Christmas or pray in school.” He goes on to promise, “As president, I’ll end Obama’s war on religion. And I’ll fight against liberal attacks on our religious heritage.” (Perry staffers are already distancing themselves from responsibility, with his top pollster calling the ad “nuts.”)
To Perry’s credit, he does manage to get through the entire 30 seconds without once losing his train of thought or laughing like he’s auditioning to be the villain in the next Muppets movie. Sure, he comes off like a man whose barrel is full of bullet-riddled fish when he declares he’s not ashamed to be a Christian. The Republican presidential field is otherwise littered with Muslims, Jews and atheists, I guess.
What Perry can’t do, however, is prove his mind makes logical associations – something that’s a pretty important qualification for our nation’s highest office. Perry’s prickly disdain for men and women who are serving their country would, by itself, be hateful and ignorant. But his assertion that there’s a “war on religion” interfering with Christmas celebrations? If kids can’t openly celebrate Christmas, I hope nobody tells all the tykes waiting to see Santa at the mall. But it’s that combination of those two vastly unrelated ideas that really makes the “Strong” clip pure gold. Is Perry somehow suggesting that if we can just push homosexuals back into the closet, we can then teach how Jesus fought the dinosaurs in the public schools? OK, you gays openly serving in the military! President Perry is going to mind-wipe everyone you’ve come out to! And then he’s going to put a Nativity scene in every classroom! Because that’s what the Founding Fathers would have wanted.
Excuse me, I have to go wipe these copious tears of derisive laughter off my cheeks.
It didn’t take long for Perry’s video – as brilliantly painful a piece of performance art as any of Katie Roiphe’s recent Slate columns – to become a viral sensation. It’s racked up nearly 3 million YouTube views. And though the campaign has disabled comments – no doubt in anticipation of a more critical response – on Friday the video was heading toward a half-million “dislikes,” a new YouTube record. The newly unseated “dislikes” champion, Rebecca Black, also owes someone an Edible Arrangement today.
Meanwhile, over on Facebook, Perry’s official page has drowned in thousands of comments, mostly expressing disdain. “Sure, I’ll share it,” wrote one woman. “I want EVERYONE to see ‘How to sink a campaign in 30 seconds or less.’” My personal favorite is from the person who congratulates Perry “on making Ron Paul the sane one.”
Elsewhere on the Internet, the Tumblr of Perry’s “unpopular opinions” and a cavalcade of parody videos have sprung up with the inevitability of hairy chests at a bears convention. Second City’s Andy Cobb was quick with a look-alike clip, noting that “The gay and atheist presidents didn’t get us into the war in Iraq, the financial crisis or turn your mortgage into toilet paper. It took some God-fearing vagina penetrators to do that.”
It’s likely we can enjoy the dreadfulness of Perry’s video – even as it disgusts us – because it’s evident his campaign is now as worthless as your 401K. There’s a degree of safety in this gasbag’s harmlessness, kind of like your racist uncle’s Thanksgiving rants. Offensive? Yeah. Effective? Uh, no. Yet even as we point and laugh — repeatedly — it’s sobering to remember that the sentiments Perry awkwardly expresses aren’t just the ramblings of one demented Texan. The guy did manage to get relatively far in American politics with Jesus and homophobia by his side. And though the outpouring of giddy contempt for his incompetence is encouraging, just imagine – had he been a more coherent candidate, that over the top “Strong” ad wouldn’t be funny at all.
If you want to get a sense of everything that is wonderful and terrible about the Internet, look no further than the saga of Jonah Mowry. In August, shortly before the start of a new school year, he was a nervous and despairing gay 13-year-old who poured his heart out on YouTube. To the strains of Sia’s “Breathe Me” and via a series of wrenching, confessional index cards, Mowry revealed the bullying he’d endured since first grade — and his determination not to let it get him down. “I’ve cut … a lot. I have scars. Suicide was an option … many times.” But, he added, “I’m not going anywhere, because I’m stronger than that.”
The video sat largely unnoticed until last week, when, Mowry says, friends encouraged him to link to it from his Facebook page. And overnight, an instant viral sensation – and a controversy – ensued. Mowry’s emotional stand has now attracted over 5 million views on YouTube, and garnered supportive tweets from Nick Jonas, Paula Abdul, Ricky Martin and Rosie O’Donnell. Lady Gaga tweeted, “Thank you Jonah for being brave enough to share your story + showing us strength. You matter to millions.” Perez Hilton singled out his story, noting Mowry “has given the world a great gift with this poignant video” and noting, “Life is not fun every single day. But it is a great gift and you are special! Know that!” An outpouring of supportive comments likewise flourished on his YouTube channel. “You just taught me one thing,” wrote one visitor, “that we all have a million reasons to be here.” There were a devastating number of posts from people who said they’d been bullied as well. “I’ve been through the same kind of thoughts as well,” wrote one, while another admitted, “I tried several times to commit suicide only to remember all the people I had in my life that would miss me. Life does get better. I’m 23 now and I’m out.”
Yet the Internet edition of Newton’s third law is that for every poignant, beautiful supportive thing that happens online, there is an equal amount of jerkwaddery. Aside from committing the unpardonable offense of being young and unapologetic about his sexual orientation, Mowry really raised hackles by posting a new video this weekend, one in which he appeared neither tearful nor lonely.
In the clip, a raucously gum-chewing Mowry sits next to a young female friend and defiantly says, “To the people who think that nobody likes me — almost my entire school loves me. I don’t want to sound stupid or conceited or anything, but the video was made almost four months ago.” Then, to silence the haters who questioned whether he’d truly been cutting himself, he shows off the scars on his arm. He ends by thanking “the people who are being nice” and adding, “To the people who are being mean and calling me gay, thank you for stating the obvious.”
It was a bold, direct volley at the bullies. And that was all it took for the bottom feeders to decide the pain of his initial video was “fake.” They branded Mowry “such a little fag” and worse. “Enjoying your FAIL and AIDS, I see,” went one all-too-typical response.
Mowry says on his YouTube channel now that that the original video was made during “a very emotionally dark time in my life,” when he was “dreading going back to school and … had not come out to my family yet.” In his clips, Mowry comes across as a typical recent teen – awkward, genuine, a mediocre speller. (Note to Jonah: This is a mom speaking. Lose the gum.) But his lack of polish, and his audacity in having his own “it gets better” moment, aren’t reason for the irrationally scathing responses. No, they’re just your typical cowardly homophobia, combined with a perverse disappointment that the weeping kid of August has become the cocky high schooler of December.
Though a series of heartbreaking suicides have brought the horrifying scourge of bullying to light of late and made it the focus of school initiatives and media campaigns, the fact remains that in school halls and on Facebook walls, we are a long way from stamping out cruelty and stupidity in our time. Last year, gay teen Jamey Rodemeyer killed himself after enduring multiple bullying incidents at school. This week, his tormenters received their punishment: They were simply suspended from school. Mowry’s story — the outrage he’s provoked, but more significantly, in the poignant chords of compassion he’s inspired — proves how powerful one kid with a webcam can be. These days, you can make a difference by showing your wounds and shedding tears. But most of all, if you really want to piss off the enemy, the best thing you can do is go on living.
In theory, OK Go and the Muppets should be like peanut butter and chocolate — a perfect combination. But their first collaboration — a viral video remix of the theme to “The Muppet Show” — left me with a sour aftertaste. OK Go creates videos that turn bold choreography and low-tech cleverness into dazzling spectacle; I raved about them here — and the Muppets’ recent reinvention for YouTube was one of the most delightful brand reboots in memory. Some of the newer Muppet clips are as strong as the best sketches and musical numbers on the original “Muppet Show.” They recapture the surreal counterculture edge that the characters used to sport back in the days when the late Jim Henson was still committed to vaudeville and TV and hadn’t yet gotten distracted by the siren song of big-budget fantasy filmmaking.
So why does this new video feel so disappointing? And why does almost everyone seem to be giving it a pass?
My gripes are inconsequential, of course, because the clip — which was made in support of “The Green Album,” a collection of Muppet music covers by various hip bands, including OK Go — is already a huge success. It has drawn nearly 3 million views since it went up this week, and the media response has been overwhelmingly positive. “The combination produced a video adorable enough to put a smile on almost anyone’s face,” wrote Sarah Bermak of the Toronto Star. “The whole thing is a grinning technicolor marvel,” wrote Entertainment Weekly‘s Kyle Anderson.
But really, now: If you put this “Muppet Show” theme clip up against any OK Go video, or almost any Muppet musical number, past or present, it would wilt in the face of all that creativity and charm.
For one thing, it’s too blatantly an ad for OK Go and the Muppets as brands, rather than a self-contained work that has a life apart from its P.R. function. It’s celebrating the band and the Muppets as properties, not as performers. The video’s story line, such as it is, takes the Muppets on an abbreviated tour of previous videos by OK Go, stirring in bits of disruptive, anarchic humor from the Muppets. But the two troupes never seem to mesh. The video never quite finds the right surreal/deranged groove, which is odd considering that it’s a collaboration between artists who pride themselves on upbeat nuttiness. The final leg of the video — a series of bits wherein characters realize they’re dreaming, wake up and scream into the camera — plays like a desperate attempt to finish a piece that no one could quite figure out how to wrap up. The device of having one band member or Muppet start to sing, only to be interrupted by another character, is also weak; it’s the kind of thing that a music video does when it can’t devise anything better. There’s a whiff of student filmmaking to the whole affair. Bummer, that.
Another problem: The whole thing is just too slick. One of the talents that the Muppet Studios and OK Go share is an ability to do more with less. The band made dancing on treadmills as thrilling as the most lavish Hollywood action sequence, and the Muppet gang had so much faith in the charisma of their characters that they could let Kermit do an exuberant tap dance routine even though he had no visible legs (which was, of course, the heart of the joke). The marvelous “handoff” gags that OK Go perfected in their videos — elaborate bits of choroegraphy that allowed the various gags to flow seamlessly into each other, like elements in a Rube Goldberg contraption — have no actual equivalent here. Everything is done through cuts, and there’s so much digital compositing and glitzy special effects work that it all feels more machine-tooled than handmade. All of which would be fine if the video had a good idea at its core. But it really doesn’t. It’s just a likable joint advertsement for entertainment companies, one established, the other fairly new. What do you think?
At least Statler and Waldorf are there to articulate the feelings of grumps like me.