Why? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?
Here's an absolutely fantastic video of a bunch of tween girls watching the finale of American Idol last year. Their hero, the non-sexually threatening David Archuleta, loses to the older, more facially hirsute David Cook on live television and the despair and desolation these girls feel almost indescribable.
I think that this is both the best and worst thing about early adolescence. We invest so much of ourselves in everything we choose to do at that moment. You are your favourite sweater, you are your best friend's party, and you are David Archuleta and the studio audience and all of your friends all at the same time. The meltdown comes from how totally overwhelming it is to have your entire existence rocked, because David A. was your entire existence, at least for that moment, or until the next season.
This also fits into something bigger that is so present now: this participatory world in which something that would have been private and personal is now, at some point, posted on-line so that millions can see it. To some extent I think that it's sort of empowering, and to some extent I think it's just schadenfreude at its finest. But I just can't get tired of this: when the girl to the right of centre collapses to her knees about 30 seconds after the result is announced, literally unable to stand because she's so overcome, it's a moment that is a thousand times more real than anything that was on Reality Television itself.
I think that this is both the best and worst thing about early adolescence. We invest so much of ourselves in everything we choose to do at that moment. You are your favourite sweater, you are your best friend's party, and you are David Archuleta and the studio audience and all of your friends all at the same time. The meltdown comes from how totally overwhelming it is to have your entire existence rocked, because David A. was your entire existence, at least for that moment, or until the next season.
This also fits into something bigger that is so present now: this participatory world in which something that would have been private and personal is now, at some point, posted on-line so that millions can see it. To some extent I think that it's sort of empowering, and to some extent I think it's just schadenfreude at its finest. But I just can't get tired of this: when the girl to the right of centre collapses to her knees about 30 seconds after the result is announced, literally unable to stand because she's so overcome, it's a moment that is a thousand times more real than anything that was on Reality Television itself.


