I Say a Little Prayer for You
Like the journalist Wesley Yang, who asked on Facebook, “Who is Casey Anthony?” I have no idea who Casey Anthony is. I don’t know if s/he is a man, an adult, white, American, really nothing. (Though in the back of my mind I imagine a fey black singer ca. 1963—the obvious Little Anthony and the Imperials connection.) All I know is that s/he is involved in some kind of court case, which may or may not be still going on.
What this tells me is that you really can ignore a lot of the news if you want to, even if you’re a media junkie like me. I read tons of magazines and surf the net religiously. While I’ve seen the name Casey Anthony all over the place, I haven’t clicked on it. And that, it seems to me, is a good thing about getting your news from the net.
We hear a lot these days—or at least we used to—about the threat the new media ecology poses to our democracy and collective identity. Without the newspaper as our morning prayer, the argument goes, we no longer worship at the same church. Instead, we organize ourselves into little groupuscules, isolating ourselves from views (and pews) different from our own.
I have no idea if that’s true, but I do know this: I feel a much stronger communion with humanity when I can ignore most of it.
(This post is dedicated to my wife, compared to whom I’m a people who love people.)