I remember way back in the late
80s/early 90s or whenever it was I read it, my young outrage at the
awful world Winston Smith had to endure in 1984. Oh, I read Brave New
World as well, but to be fair, Huxley's view of a world where babies
all get brought up in factories, and sex is a mandatory recreational
activity rather appealed to a teenage lad, still does a bit. As an
impossibly earnest and principled 12/13 year old however, the very
idea of having one's every move watched and scrutinised by a
totalitarian regime horrified me. How ironic that since then, Big
Brother has become somebody that we all want to be watched by, and we
broadcast every single thing we do to the entire world with no mind
for the consequences.
Well, not all of us. Most of us do
though, admit it.
In the near quarter century since I
read that book for the first time, the world I inhabit has slowly
drifted closer and closer towards Winston's.
I remember being particularly shocked
by the hidden cameras and microphones that he encountered on his
little trip out to the countryside, the idea of this all pervading
spy network went against every idea of personal freedom I had ever
believed in. And then within 3 or 4 years of my first reading of
1984, they put cameras up in all the little places we used to go and
hide out in to do the things you don't want to get caught doing when
you're a teenager (or an adult in fact). After a while, we got used
to that and moved on. There are always more places to hide if you
want them, and your home is always a sanctuary (hopefully, but who
knows what's coming down the track).
Then the world wide web appeared, and
hope rose in us all. A place where the underground could meet, and
speak frankly without fear. We could hide behind screen names and be
whoever we wanted. Those of us who were particularly paranoid could
hide behind as many fake IP addresses as we could generate. A lawless
outland where freedom of speech could finally be achieved properly.
And then the normal people came. And we sat on the usenet forums and
laughed at them, they couldn't even flush their own DNS caches. They
had no idea what LOL meant, they used Internet Explorer (they still
do).
The normal people began to take offence
at this happy outland, and demanded legislation, and we've all seen
where this has finally led, ridiculous lawsuits over jokes on
twitter, and a society too paranoid to even type the word “child”
into google in case the thought police come and break down your door.
Then they demanded easier ways to connect with the people they
already knew, and along came facebook. Then they demanded easier ways
to connect with people they didn't know, but had read about in the
papers, and Twitter was born. The internet had now become a copy of
hello magazine, crossed with the queue at tescos. Gossipy and
annoying. Luckily the web is big enough for all of us, and if you
don't want to join in you can tell facebook et al to go fuck itself
and stay on 4chan, b3ta or the old usenet forums are still there I
believe.
Thing is though, facebook and twitter
are fun, you can talk to people you do know, you can have a good old
rant and know that people are reading. You can show them your lunch,
and at least one of them will “like” it. Occasionally somebody
you have read about in the papers will grudgiingly reply to your
tweet, or even retweet you. I have no idea why, but now we have to
“share and enjoy” every last little thing. The party have won.
Welcome to INGSOC. We are deliberately delivering them all the
information they need to hang us all. I am well aware that this is an
exaggeration.
If the teenage lad who was so horrified
by the information networks of Orwell's nightmare could see the stuff
I share with the entire world, I like to think he'd punch me in the
face and make me stop. I'm not going to though, because I'm 35 now,
and I'm well aware that the mythical “they” could find out all
this trivial crap all by themselves. As my friends/family would be
plastering it all over the web for me. Or because they can read our
minds (not mine, I've got a special hat).
Winston Smith deliberately hid from the
telescreen in his apartment, so that he could have a moment of
privacy, and hated it's noisy intrusions into his life. I and, in
fact, most of us now have telescreens in every room in the house, and
we're now paying extra so we can get ones with cameras in to watch
us, just like Winston's did for him. The tiniest most insignificant
details of our lives are now writ large upon the universe for all to
see, thanks to the miracle of social networking, encouraging us all
to believe in our own self-importance.
Scrolling down a twitter feed, I am
often reminded of a 3 year old who continually feels the need to
inform his parents of his every move. You know the ones, “Mummy,
I'm going for a wee now”, “Mummy, I'm walking down the stairs”
etc. etc. the equivalent of posting a picture of your lunch on
twitter/facebook. Except that sadly the internet will not eventually
snap like an overworked mother and tell it's errant children to shut
the fuck up. Are the social networking generation the children who's
mother's never snapped? The overindulged ones (you remember them from
school, they got to come in in trainers, or wearing a bucket on their
heads in extreme cases) who can do no wrong, and will always be
mummy's little angel? Nope, cos I know people who do this, and I know
their mothers, and this is not the root cause at all.
I have no idea why it happens, just
that it does, and I am unable to stop, even though I know I should.
Must be like the fags then, can't seem to give those up either.
Although I did prefer it when people were too scared to put pictures
of their kids up on the internet for fear of old men wanking over
them (is that a joke too far?)
Sorry.
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