Feeling woefully out of touch with the world, yesterday I picked up a copy of the Metro. The following headline caught my eye.
And then, I started to read…About our highways. During which hours was I most likely to get into an accident, on which stretch of road, etc…
Suddenly, I caught myself. “What on earth am I doing?”
When I say I stopped reading because I had begun to feel ill, I’m not exaggerating.
Years ago I was reading one of Madonna’s interviews. She mentioned that she didn’t have a TV. I don’t think she paid the papers any mind, either. She was speaking of how she had to be told about some of the major events of our Post-9/11 world.
Initially, I was puzzled.
Why would anyone want to do that? “That”, of course, being do without the news. More importantly I wondered, “How?”
Previously, I thought that being out of the news coverage loop was negative. It could only prove to be hazardous more than anything else.
Or could it?
I have spent the past six months without a television set. I don’t get to watch unless I’m visiting friends or family.
(And yes, I know I have a link to The Hour. But as much as I love that show, even they’re on thin ice with me. I catch their content on Youtube, at my leisure.)
My main source of information concerning the state of our planet is the radio. Every now and then, I listen to 680 News. And yet…I’m tired. Tired of hearing about crime, violence, the redemption of Paris Hilton, and how our men and women keep coming home in coffins from a war that no one wants.
Save for the weather, these days, I can do without hearing about anything else. I really can.
So again: Why would anyone not want to pay attention to the news?
I think the better question is…Why would they?