I recently went out early one Saturday morning to attend a community parade. People from various locations in the area had set up their lawn chairs along the route and were awaiting the various entries. Local leaders, school bands and other organizations came down the street, and everyone shouted their support. Then came a group of young girls who were supposed to be cheerleaders. I don’t know that they actually had a team somewhere to cheer for, but it seems that they are enrolled in an organization that teaches them how to be cheerleaders.
While I always thought that students with significant school spirit simply tried out for cheerleader, and those who didn’t make the squad became pep-club members, I’m surprised to find out that girls can start cheering at a young age without any school affiliation. I suppose that when they get certified, they might become a sort of adolescent soldier-of-fortune where they support the team who pays the highest price.
I really don’t know the purpose of all this extra-curricular cheering, but if you’re going to walk in a community parade with a banner that identifies you as a cheerleader, I’d expect at least two or three out of the dozen girls to actually perform a cheer. At the very least, raise your voice above a whisper and give us the impression that you’re enjoying yourself.
Instead, these surly girls meandered about aimlessly, not holding any sort of line or maintaining a uniform distance while a couple of adults, one assumes spirit-filled moms, occasionally shouted “Woo-hoo! Wooooo-hooo!!!” while the girls frowned or looked down at the ground.
I could imagine them gathering at the end of the parade route. There would be no admonitions of how they could’ve been better. Perhaps one mother alone with her daughter in the car would mention something about how she’s wasting her money and her time getting the next top cheerleader to those classes, but somehow, it seems that shouting “Woo-hoo! Great job!” excuses a poor showing.
While enjoying a live performance one evening, a promising young artist was invited to the stage. We were told that he was very creative, had written a number of his own songs and was poised for discovery because he was all set to take off on an amazing musical career. Who told us this? The promising young artist himself. I will say that he did things with a guitar that I never thought possible. I could bear it only because I stopped listening and was concentrating on coming up with something nice to say when he finally got off the stage.
I don’t know how long he played, but it finally ended. One very kind person said, “Well, he tried, and I give him all the credit for having the courage to get up there.” Perhaps it was courage; perhaps it was foolishness. It seems I was the only one willing to admit that he’d unleashed something terrible through his incessant strumming.
There have been other times recently when I’ve experienced less than stellar performances. A standup comedian who’s performed on television got on stage at a world-famous comedy club to read jokes from a sheet of paper. This wasn’t even new material, as I’d heard 90% of it performed six weeks earlier from the same sheet of paper. How hard is it to memorize a seven-minute routine that you wrote and have been performing every week for two months? You’re lucky enough to have landed such a great venue, and you owe it to your paying audience to show up prepared.
I get requests to read manuscripts and writing samples from time to time, and I really enjoy the opportunity to be among the first people to see what creative individuals are doing. However, one thing that really bothers me is when I read a first chapter of a published e-book or begin to read a blog that’s been posted only to be stopped in my tracks by blatant misspellings or words used mistakenly because of the writer’s haste.
The spelling is sometimes the worst part, and it’s the thing that stands out before I even get to the rest of my concerns such as sentence fragments and one-word sentences that make me feel as though I’m riding in a car where the driver is slamming on the brakes every few feet. I’m not a fan of stories that begin like this:
As the sun was rising that winters morning Chance Harding had already admited to himself one thing. It was going to be a long ride. A very long ride. A long ride so long that would mak for a very long day. He loked across to the epassngers seat and said to Mona. “Mona, its going to be a very long day, and the day is only getting startd.”
This is not to say that there’s not a good story in there somewhere, but a good amount of re-reading, polish and the advice of another person, if not a professional editor, is always helpful. This is especially true of writers who are somewhat out of practice.
A writing sample recently came my way via social media. I stopped reading in the fifth paragraph when the writer used “irregardless.” Since I knew the author, I sent a note suggesting that she correct the typo before someone made an issue of it publicly. I haven’t gone back to check because I’m afraid that she’s left it alone, and I’ll be tempted to be the one to make a public issue of it. I can only be so strong.
I’ve noticed that the lackadaisical approach isn’t confined to the amateur musicians, the beginning writers or the as yet undiscovered comedians. We see it every day in the singing sensations that don’t bother to sing with consonants (and I’m speaking to you Ariana Grande and Nick Jonas) or to people on reality shows that have no specific talent for entertainment purposes. They often command attention by being really unpleasant people, but as long as they perfect their looks and create newsworthy sensations, it doesn’t seem to matter that they don’t actually do anything worthy of paying them any attention.
Jumping into the spotlight and wasting our time shouldn’t be enough, and screaming “Woo-hoo!” a thousand times doesn’t make a performance, a story or an exhibition better. Nor is unpolished work ready for our attention. Culturally, we’re headed for a cliff if, in fact, we’ve not already gone over it. As music lovers, readers, audience members and generally good people, let’s give our time and attention to those who have worked really hard at their craft, and soon those who plainly refuse to do so will fade from the cultural stage and reflect quietly that their fifteen minutes is over.
© 2015 by Patrick Brown
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8 Replies to “The Cultural Cliff”
I have to think of some of the fine writing of the journalists from the New York Times, whether it be news, the op ed, or features. Then I read the comments. It is particularly “politics” that makes my hair stand on end. Speaking of spelling, grammar, and continuity! ( Oops, I just wrote an incomplete sentence.) And many of those are “NY Times Picks.” I can understand “Readers Picks.” But who hires these folks who judge which comment is worthy to be highlighted? Then there are the comments themselves. Vitriol, rage…you name it, no matter what your ideology is! Take a peek sometime, Patrick, when I pass on some good articles; and be entertained!
I know exactly! I used to read comments, but I was ready to throw something after reading them for a while. This morning, there was an article on Huffington Post. The author said something along the lines of “Us boys need to…” Really? It’s “We boys.” Where is the editor? There used to be a syndicated columnist on grammar in a paper I used to read. He had great tips for how to know for sure when it was subjective or objective. Use “he and she” or “him and her” in place of the questionable word. When you find the one that sounds correct, you will know how to speak and write the sentence. Of course, people are having trouble with using he and she these days. How many times do we now hear “Her and I…”? The best one of this week is a social media invitation to “Robert and I’s” event. I’s event. I’m going to introduce I to Miss Irregardless from last week. I shall lock them in a dark room and win a small battle in the great war to preserve grammar.
I agree there is a lack of excellence in people now days. Everyone gets a trophy, even if they don’t deserve it. Why bother with punctuation and spelling…..it’s too time consuming. And reading your comedy routine, how lame is that? Those young cheerleaders sound like they have been “pushed” into cheering. Maybe their mother is living vicariously through their daughter. If you’re not truly passionate about what you’re doing, try something different. Keep up the good work, Patrick! You don’t fall into any of those categories, so help keep us on track.
I debated posting as I didn’t want to be too complaining, but I think we could use a little complaining.
Bravo, my good fella, Bravo! I can’t think of a better, “Sock it to ’em.” Have we sunk so low that Nicky Minaj and Wiz Kalifa are at the end of the rope pulling us up?
What a great image of Nicky and Wiz. That encourages me to try even harder!
It’s truly mindboggling how little kids learn or care about grammar and spelling. I guess it’s just too much trouble to capitalize “I” or learn the proper use of pronouns. “Ima fend to pull my hair out! My homies and me have tried everthin’ we can to teach them, but they don’t wanna learn nothin’ about no grammar.” I am ready to retire. I will save a lot of money not having to buy grading pens.
That is funny! Earlier, I finished J.K. Rowling’s “The Casual Vacancy” and she writes a lot of the teens’ dialogue in dialect. Clever, but trying at times.