After 40 plus years of being a National Public Radio devotee, I’ve changed! No, I’ve not become a trumpette. I changed my radio presets. Yes, I still use an actual radio, part of the stereo system set-up that includes a turntable and CD player. This event has been in the making for the past couple of years. My favorite radio hosts are retiring, Garrison Keillor left Prairie Home Companion before the scandal, formats on my local stations keep changing from all talk to classical to continually changing broadcast schedules.
And then there is the news. I just can’t listen to a host named Lulu. News topics are bad enough given the trumpf administration. But topics increasingly are LGBQ focused – more than I really want to know about gender issues. And yet another story about race? Years back I noted there was a preponderance of Jewish themed stories; are holocaust stories the only ones of people who suffered? Do other countries cover as many as U.S. media does? I’ve oft heard told that we need to remember so that the history is not repeated. Well it hasn’t help, people chose not to learn – look as the genocide in Rwanda, Sarajevo, Tibet, and on and on.
After race an increasing focus on immigrant stories. I am an immigrant. It is a struggle to adjust to a new culture, there is bias particularly considering the circumstances under which most people leave their homeland they will not be welcomed in their new setting. Historically newcomers generally disliked, mad fund of, their cultural norms slighted. Happened to the Irish, the Dutch, the Poles, Italians, Chinese, and every other group. Even among the colonist Spanish and English powers there was a hierarchy: royalty and peons who were generally disrespected.
I’m exhausted by the news and endless talking heads with all the discussion and what if scenarios. I’ve ceased to be concerned about disadvantaged people, those in search of a gender, complaints about not being treated fairly. I can’t do anything, I can’t solve it. You’re on state assistance, have 6 kids, no partner support, no education, but long manicured nails and corn rows with extensions. Or your family ran across a border illegally, stayed and started a family and now that past caught up with you. Yet another film about drag queens and tran people and their tough role in life?
Does anyone feel responsibility for the decisions they make? Yes life rather rolls us along like jellyfish tossed by the waves onto the beach where they die. But unlike the jellyfish we can try to seize a moment, an opportunity, change the focus and work to change our situation.
So I tuned into an oldies station. It makes me happy! I smile. I dance a little two step. Yes I remember those songs, the ones you can actually sing along to. They have a melody and lyrics, albeit usually about excessively romantic love. Maybe it just takes me back to a different time, memories that usually tune out the bad stuff. I know my perspective has changed as I age. In my career it seemed important to keep up on events; haven’t had a career for over 10 years. It’s important now to be happy, not get stressed, to stay healthy.
What me worry? (Reminds me, I have a collection of old Mad Magazines to sell.)