The bulimia of talk shows: a lot of talk, but a critical sense? Overrated stuff

When the formula “all you can eatIn low-cost restaurants, it seemed to many that it was the last stage of the industrialization process not just food, but human food itself. Food ceased to have intrinsic value, the low-cost food offering on offer gulping down to suffocation, freeing the content of the meal from its price and quantity. You could swallow until bursting, taste and leave on the plate then discard, it always costs the samehow beautiful.

Almost in parallel, the mobile phone revolution generated a similar formula, “all you can talk“: End of connection fees, one-shot conversations to save time, the beginning of a new era in which not only the connection has become keep on going, but also the freedom to chat turned into compulsive chatter about things already forgotten before the conversation was over. Corridors full of communicative nothing obstructed by a stream of useful sounds to testify to boredom and the inconsistency of everyday life turned into a nuisance for those who are forced to pretend to listen. We have turned into subjects with the headphones inserted, or from the smartphone perpendicular to the face in which to whistle existential blah blah without worrying about those around us and, if they do not do the same, they suffer the annoyance.

Food bulimia opposed (and still opposes) the culture and practice of quality food, consumed with a certain calm. in small portions, often more expensive than necessary: ​​it is also a way of selecting, of breaking up consumer society into many small classes that come together on the basis of “soft” values ​​such as food. In short, stuff for the chic radical, people do not stop gorging even when diabetes and obesity begin to be felt.

Many try to remedy the bulimia of words by refreshing emails (“send me an email I don’t have to take notes”; “I don’t hear anything and I prefer to read what you write to me”, etc. on), but above all by resorting to massively to messaging. With Whatsapp we exchange everything, including the sentences distorted by the automatic corrector and the imprecision of our fingers which ends up producing sometimes hilarious summaries. We also swap dates for phone conversations which, given the extended duration, end up becoming real commitments. As if our social and affective relationships had become work.

Since the beginning of the pandemic – first the Covid, its spread, the dead, the coffins, the heroes, the denunciations, the alarms, the parades, the statistics, the experts, the counter-experts, now the invasion of Ukraine – is a phenomenon that was in the air exploded. It can be called “all you can talk“Because it stimulates and satisfies the same existential bulimia that food and the (video)telephone no longer satisfy on their own. Newspapers, TV, radio, online news, all full of chatter and pictures (often always the same ones that seem so many due to the kaleidoscope effect that comes from enjoying them on every channel and in every transmission) who, instead of telling an unspeakable tragedy, they put on a macabre spectacle accompanied by comments from commentators who seem prefect, shouting on command with the same skill with which they wage war from the living room of their house or from the armchair of the TV lounge which welcomes them.

Numbers? Statistics? Geography? Interpretive variety? The critical sense? All the overrated stuffnonfunctional to the satisfaction of a bulimia of speech that always demands the same pattern: a dissonant voice that gives the unleashed the conformity of all the others, satisfying their concern to demonstrate the validity of the ideology with which they bend reality to the will of their contact persons, easily identifiable thanks to the network.

So kinda ‘all the information started lying, expanding news and correspondence far beyond tolerable, further transforming the small ancient world of Italian press and television into a self-referential henhouse from which it is healthy to quickly move away. Better not to fully enter the magical virtual world of Italian lobbies, better maintain minimal contact with reality to be ready when it finally takes hold. As citizens we are defenseless – despite everything we pay the Rai fee – as consumers a little less. In fact, we too have sanctions at our disposal: turn off the TV every time it restarts or, if you really can’t, to change the channel; stop buying the Giornale Unico; take advantage of the Covid “silence” to see friends, take great trips with them; take the kids to the park to play ball; contemplating flowering while reserving the right to move on to another if you really don’t like it… and who knows how many other things.

We are many, we support the country’s economy because we even pay taxes, with our tailor-made sanctions we can really do it lots of damages. Not to the poor, as is often the case, but to those who treat this country as their own.

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