Dad was hard, cool and fair, growing up we were allowed one
hour of television a day after homework. If the television was left on it was
supposed to be on PBS or BRAVO, my father was a fan of the arts. Undoubtedly this
is where my passion sprung. In particular it was the programming featured on
bravo (lowercase on purpose) that proved the most interesting. No adverts just
pure creative expression in all the ways in which humankind engages.
Beautiful…
Now fast forward a bit.
Rainy night, my laptop bores me, Watching television while
deciding between cards with some friends or a proper movie. An advert for bravo
was on. It was one of those seemingly endless ones going on and on about “Real
Housewives” from (fill in the blank) and
wide eyed hopeful artists, chefs, designers, photographers, models etc. being
tested, judged often humiliated for public display. It was endless and a little
painful the kaleidoscope of petty intrigue and strife. They should really think
of changing this spot. BRAVO was the first service dedicated to film, drama,
and the performing arts when it was launched by Cablevision as an
advertisement-free channel.
It was a cool idea.
Not going to get into the merits of their present
programming but rather ask if one thinks this indicative of a de-humanizing, of
one becoming more product or “self-brand aware” as opposed to simply being
themselves.
Perhaps they ARE being themselves and this is indeed what a
large portion of us actually are.
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