October 01, 2004

Turning Mommy Off

My mom and dad have OnStar in their deluxe Buick retirement-mobile. I like calling them on the OnStar, because I fancy the idea of being the daughterly Voice Of Doom reverberating through the plush interior.

So I gave them a ring on the OnStar this morning, partly because of the VOD thing and partly because I figured The Boy would get a kick out of Mommy talking to him from space. And he did for a little while, until it became too difficult for him to hear his Toot Toot Chugga Chugga CD over the din of voices, and I heard the plaintive cry from the backseat, "Turn Mommy Off!"

Well okay then, kiddo. Believe it or not, I know exactly how you feel. It's a month until the election, and I'm getting blog fatigue, colleague fatigue, news fatigue, job fatigue--just pick something, and I can cite you numerous examples of how very tired I am of it. Seriously, it is not news to me that Kerry's orange, that Bush isn't exactly Captain Glib, that omigod people are trying to blow us up, or that the mainstream media is not exactly a Boy Scout. I am no longer amazed that my boss' intellect is roughly equivalent to that of a beanbag with hair, and that wealth does not correlate to smarts. I am beyond done with the hipper-than-thou smirkfest emanating from the entertainment industry and cannot even muster slight irritation at the sweeping condescension cum ignorance displayed by celebrities who desperately need to get out more. Like Neville in the immortal Gashlycrumb Tinies, I have succumbed to ennui.

I was even too ennui-filled to give this guy's inexplicably typo-ridden rage against the consumer culture and what it's done to the humanities a response. I got halfway through a response and thought, "Nope. No energy. I've heard it all before, the only thing different is what's to blame."

I'm fresh outta snark, fresh outta wit, and fresh outta steam--can't even come up with any suitably lame jokes about the End of Days, hurricanes, volcanos, earthquakes and Karl Rove. It's a sad day for the blog indeed.

And so I am going to follow The Boy's sage advice and Turn Mommy Off for the weekend. Hopefully a romantic zombie comedy and a date night will inspire me to return to form on Monday, full of piss and vinegar.

Posted by Big Arm Woman at October 1, 2004 11:25 AM

Have a wonderful break!

Posted by: Jordana at October 1, 2004 01:01 PM

Oh, gawd, I know the feeling. Everything there is to say about politics, or politicians or stupid movie stars, or international relations or WHATEVER!, I think I said a couple of months ago.
At least I still have the garden, and the kitchen sink, and the house and stuff.
Enjoy the break! It will all be over soon enough.

Posted by: Sgt. Mom at October 1, 2004 04:55 PM

Stanley Cavell has written the response to criticism of consumer culture, called (I think) ``Who Disappoints Whom?'' somewhere in Critical Inquiry, in response to Alan Bloom's ``The Closing of the American Mind'' ... mm..

google "Who Disappoints Whom?", Critical Inquiry 15:3, 606-610. 1989 http://www.uchicago.edu/research/jnl-crit-inq/issues/v15/v15n3.html

Well they don't quote any. I'll find the last paragraph ...

``A parting word about Bloom's vision of the young with their Walkmans on, which he reads as deafening them to ``what the great tradition has to say'' (p.81). It may be so. But maybe it is to be read as their blocking out our opinions and explanations of what they listen to. I do not, on the whole, share their pleasures here. I take it that I am, on the whole, not meant to, meant not to. The young, on this reading, feel that there are times and places in which, in their solitude, they are not answerable to others. Just like us.'' p.610

Posted by: Ron Hardin at October 1, 2004 09:18 PM