No Filter

I don’t often watch TV. (I do watch Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Video, so I’m not making any kind of abstinence vow.) I just don’t like the news much anymore, and over the past few years sitcoms have changed or I have changed and they no longer hold my interest. But my husband continues to watch and sits with the remote pointed like a weapon, flipping through the various choices. As a resident of the same household I cannot escape from hearing the latest on the behavior of politicians, movie stars, athletes, or anyone else who manages to bring up rating for television stations. Occasionally I get into a discussion with my husband about what ever news flash has caught my ear.

We moan and grown, like all old couples, about how things are “these days.” But I liked the term he came up with the other day following some celebrity’s terrible behavior

“These people have no filters.”

So with my monkey mind I turned over his statement for the rest of the day. For a whole week.

Filters. The ability to keep your mouth shut. To think about something without feeling it is your right to say it out loud, to publicize it, to make other people see/hear/taste/feel what you are thinking about. We have turned into such a “me” society that filters are viewed as wrong.

The individual rights demand that you can say what you want and you shouldn’t have any consequences because expressing yourself is your RIGHT.

I mulled this over. I do believe it is good to express yourself. And psychologically I was trained to believe that holding things in leads to difficulties with mental health. But does that mean it is good/helpful/correct, to let your own opinion/viewpoint/personal need flood the world?

Okay, you say. Enough with the slash marks.

Don’t the slash marks show you that there is not just one way to look at anything?

I will leave you with the words of Bambi’s mother:

“If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothing at all.”