I'll be the first to admit
that I have been far out of touch with the reality-TV
phenomenon that has taken over television programming
since the last time I cared enough to follow a
television series. Over the last few years I have caught
the odd episode of "Survivor" or "Temptation Island",
but such shows have never been able to hold my interest.
Watching a group of hyper-competitive type-A
personalities do anything necessary to win some cash
while satisfying their penchant for grandstanding in
front of an audience is not really my idea of an hour
well spent.
Nevertheless, when you live in a world and interact with
people whose cultural references are very much involved
with what is broadcast on television, you sometimes fall
prey to your own morbid curiosity and sit down to watch
a few episodes of "The Swan".
What amazed me most about "The Swan" was the lengths to
which the participants were willing to go in order to
change their appearance. In the two episodes I saw, all
the women had several cosmetic procedures: nose jobs,
tummy tucks, eyebrow lifts, liposuction, oral surgery: a
veritable overhaul of the human body; and then spent
three months recovering and starting extensive exercise
and diet regiments. All this cutting, fat sucking, skin
moving, implanting of foreign substances into the body,
calorie cutting, and vigorous physical exercise in the
name of inching closer to one society's ideal of beauty.
It was not so much the procedures that these women were
willing to undergo in order to change how they look and
feel that bothered me, it was more that the women were
willing to make this transformation on network
television, for all the world to see and become a part
of and judge if they so desired.
Don't get me wrong. I'm all for change and becoming a
better person. Hell, aren't we all constantly in the
process of changing and adapting in order to become a
better person than the one that we currently perceive
ourselves to be? That is completely natural and useful
even. That is, after all, what it is to be human.
Constantly growing and changing and working toward
becoming the person who we aspire to be. For some, the
person they want to be is a provider, a husband, a wife;
some want to be a doctor helping their patients; some a
teacher sharing their knowledge with their students;
others a clergyman caring for their flock; still others,
a factory owner manufacturing polystyrene beverage
containers. Change and growth: the impetus of life. Just
the same, when massive transformations are undertaken
with ticker-tape parades and fanfare, they lose their
sincerity and appear to be entirely cosmetic, rather
than both inside and out as the producers of "The Swan"
would like their audience to believe the changes made by
their contestants are.
I wonder what goes through the contestant's minds when
they decide to make a radical transformation in the
living rooms of millions of viewers. Have they decided
to undertake such an endeavor so publicly because they
otherwise lack the discipline that it takes to
successfully complete the process? Is their self-esteem
so low that they are seeking the approval of strangers?
Or are they doing it because they just want to feel
better about themselves and are putting themselves in
the public's eye to make the point that there is nothing
wrong with sculpting and tweaking what you have in order
to be the best "you" possible? Or is it quite simply an
economic decision? The free surgery and support provided
throughout the filming by sponsors and the possibility
for future economic gains as a result of the experience
are too great for your average semi-struggling middle
class American to pass up?
While I can tolerate the banality of most of the other
reality-TV shows, for some reason a show that provides
plastic surgery for the competitors doesn't really sit
well with me. But alas the laws of supply and demand
tell a different story. As a person who can barely
stomach watching women undergo extensive painful
procedures in order to achieve something that conforms
better with society's ideal of beauty I am not,
apparently, in the majority. So where does it end. We
begin the twenty-first century watching reality-TV shows
about women with low self esteem getting plastic surgery
in front of millions and competing with one another to
win the crown as the best dramatic transformation of the
season. Where will we be in ten, twenty years?
Perhaps I should just sit back and thank the llamas that
I somewhere along the way developed enough self-esteem
so I can look at myself in the mirror and think "Hey …
not bad at all!" Sometimes less is more. Watching
self-absorbed members of self-important nations battle
their inner demons through plastic surgery and talk
therapy remind me that money is definitely not the
answer. Where does it end?
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