Humans are very much in love, especially with themselves, and they choose to express this idea in the form of media-frenetic exhibitions, namely awards shows. People’s Choice. Golden Globes. Critic’s Choice. Screen actor’s guild awards. Breakthrough Prizes. British Academy of Film (BAFTA). BET Honors. Oscars. Tonys. Emmys. Movie Guide Faith & Value Awards. Independent Spirit Awards. Annual Movieguide Awards. Kid’s Choice awards. MTV Movie Awards. American Comedy Awards. Critic’s Choice TV Awards. Daytime Drama Awards. Adult Film Awards. The list goes on and on and on. It’s as if there’s a magical copy machine spitting out award show after award show. And this list does not mention the plethora of music industry awards and professional sports awards. Awards have begun to spill into areas in which those who receive such recognition are inherently unprepared to quantify such a thing.
Here’s what my observations lead me to. Given the definition of what an award is and what an award means, it seems to me that when humans continuously create multiple venues for the distillation of such things, what begins to occur is a counter-intuitive homogenization of the concept. In other words, the significance of an award and the implicit value of receiving one, becomes evermore diminished with each award show created. In reality (for what that’s worth) when everyone has an award, the only thing award-worthy is NOT having one. This leads me to the conclusion that the humans are on the dangerous verge of an active self-implosion. Soon, they’ll be passing out awards to members of their industry who never got an award this year for anything. I imagine this:
“And the award for the person who got no awards this year goes to… so-and-so.”
At that point, what will occur is a highly-paid, often over estimated and under-deserving group of people congratulating themselves while failing to dawn any sense of perspective in relation to the basic essentials of life on Earth. This must inevitably lead the humans to extinction, at which point one must rely on wisdom, which I’m afraid will no longer exist.
Let us pray to Xerox (the god, not the copy machine company) to save those of planet Earth.