Friday, February 26, 2010

Snow



Snow has befallen New York City. The jungle of sound and motion has ceased and white noise has taken over. New York City looks beautiful, wrapped in white; a lustful whore converted in to a pure virgin. I've come to realize something during these sporadic storms: control freaks hate the snow. Amidst the quiet, yet harsh, beauty lulls the moans of the complainers who are disgruntled by the force of nature. It's inconvenient, it puts a holds on their plans, it forces them to take off their loud clicking heels and stop for a moment or two and perhaps be introspective. I love the snow. I love everything about it; the way it looks (it's as though the universe is giving us a break from the mundane grit that we see everyday as it blankets us with a slate of clarity.) I love the way it feels; it amazes me that each snowflake is so miniscule yet so many are able to fall at once and create mounds and heaps. Snow is metaphorical and dreamy. I love that snow makes us stop, humbling the city by proving, in silence, that we're not in control all of the time.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

The Medicated Child

I just watched a documentary called The Medicated Child, produced by PBS. There were no epiphanies or revelations, just a blatant reminder of how truly disturbed our society is. The documentary followed the lives of three families who chose to medicate their young children all under the advise of "medical professionals." The documentary successfully addressed the wrong doings of the pharmaceutical companies and Bill Clinton's role in injecting monetary gain into the slippery hands of individual drug companies, which has resulted in a plethora of faulty research at the expense of children. One of the biggest problems with the medical industry is that it has become so compartmentalized (like so many aspects of our society) with only efficacy in mind it reduces morality. In other words, there is no one to blame.

The sickening, dehumanizing ladder of degradation often goes from teacher, to parent, to psychologist, to psychiatrist, to drug company, to research lab, to the FDA. Ultimately, it is the parents decision and therefore responsibility when it comes to the well-being and decision making process. Yet, the aforementioned can not be void of responsibility either. Ultimately, we have unfortunately created a society that is both infinite and dead-end.

It's obvious that medicating children, and people in general, poses monstrous dilemmas: side-effects, dependency, severe risk-factors etc...but what about the philosophical implications of a society which condones the use of pills to alter the natural states of children. What does the faith that the average person holds to financially-driven companies, say about our strength as a human force?

As I watched these brain-dead parents, bleating with ignorance, I felt sick. We know that pharmaceutical companies have a "no-face, no blame" reputation, but what about these parents? They are robotically filling prescriptions, feeding their children genetically modified foods, and bowing to the altar of pfizer. When their kids die, pfizer doesn't cry.

Imagine some honky school psychologist tells you that your three year old has "no impulse control" My guess is that the honky school psychologist has never had a three year old. Let's say, for arguments sake, that child x truly does have emotional or behavioral problems. Why is the child the one who is scrutinized and analyzed and not the foundations of the child's life (ex: parents, nutrition etc...) Have we actually created a society where the adults are so incompetent that we have to crucify children as a result of our own ignorance.

Bipolar Disorder is the new trend. It's being handed out as freely and frequently as the morning tabloids. Yet, there is no concrete research on childhood bipolar disorder. Psychiatrists are handing out medications, as strong as lithium, as a reflex to certain key words. All you have to do is say "mood swings, racing thoughts" and you too can have your very own bottle of psychosomatic drugs. The one company that thought that performing brain scans would produce validity (Brain Matters) to parents who were desperate for answers, recently went bankrupt. Parents were showed these medical-looking scans and told by some social worker that the "pink area" wasn't "pink enough." That, they say, is why your child is unhappy, so take this pill, then develop risks and more side effects, then take more pills to reduce and suffocate the side effects, but don't call us when your child stops breathing in the middle of the night.

The popularity of medication is just another insight into our absurd society. It's ironic that we didn't have these problems fifty years ago. Could it be the hormones? the food dye? the sterile and intrusive nature of technologies? The immorality of corporations? greed? the obsession with instant gratification? the efficacy of labeling and the loss of individual containment? the obsession with branding and labeling? It's ironic- advanced as we are as a society, we have lost all sense of what it means to be human. In my opinion, it's not a trade-off that is at all worthwhile.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

The New Mothers

This woman on the left resembles the new face of mothers in America. It's the face that says "it's never too late." You can have your career, your life of exploration and pleasure, you can be selfish until you are ready to retire. Through the wrinkles, it tells us that you don't need to save your youth, energy, vitality for your children; there are injections and pills that will do that for you. It tells us that retirement is a grand time to become a mother, because these days being a mother isn't that much work anyway. You can drop off your child at day-care everyday, eat frozen foods to save time on cooking, get flu shots so you don't have to waste time building an immune system, and stick your child in front of the television whenever you have to squeeze in a bit more work for the person you love most in the world- your, fat, greedy, corporate boss.
You don't have to worry about the fact that you'll most likely be dead by the time your child is thirty because you could always use that good old argument "who knows what could happen anyway, I can be twenty-five and get hit by a truck." Yup, you tell them- there is no need to make a good decision, because things can go wrong regardless. You convince yourself that being a grandmother and experiencing multiple generations in your family is over-rated. You also tell people that you "couldn't breastfeed" and the fact that your child has a constant runny nose has nothing to do with that.
So why the delay? Busy with career? Didn't find the "right guy"? Fine. It's amusing to me, however, that in most cases where I see "delayed" motherhood, I see the least involvement. These are the very mothers who treat child rearing as though it were a board room meeting. Their children are accessories, and learning how to sacrifice at age-forty something is like teaching an old stubborn dog new tricks. They are the ones who claim that they have to work every day because they can't afford to stay home; then they'd have to give up their mini-van, vacations and prescription medication. Besides, the kids shouldn't get too attached, you'll be dead soon anyway...