How TV Helped Create Our Dangerous Culture of “Evisceration”
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In the Coen brothers’ Barton Fink, the titular character prides himself on creating theater for “the common man,” unlike the many writers who “do everything in their power to insulate themselves from [them].” He’s ranting to John Goodman’s character, Charlie, an insurance salesman. During Barton’s ramblings, Charlie agreeably interjects, “Hell, I can tell you some stories,” before Barton interrupts him. His hypocrisy and lack of self-awareness is clear, and at the end, Charlie yells, “You don’t listen!” Set in 1941, the Coens pepper the film with references to fascism, most explicitly with Charlie saying “Heil, Hitler” before murdering a detective. Watching the film now provokes reflections on the recent election: The “common man” has been painted as the prototypical Donald Trump supporter, “fascism” stands to be Merriam-Webster’s word of the year, and the campaign revealed the depths of our echo chambers’ insularity.
We don’t listen. We don’t want to listen. The satisfaction derived from obtaining confirmation that we’re right and they’re wrong swaddles us like a mother does a newborn. It’s not just having a strong, clear set of principles that we rely on to guide us through life, but an unwillingness to consider opposing views that challenge what we hold as truth. Based on our views and the status attached to them, we carve out space in the social hierarchy, placing the rest of society in corresponding slots. Then, we search for those we determine to have similar worldviews, thus confirming our own. Everyone seeks to connect with like-minded individuals: Liberal or conservative, we default to our constructed intellectual safe spaces. We don’t like it when too many infiltrators shake our political, intellectual, and emotional foundations. (Yes, that’s right, conservatives: You want to be coddled as much as those whiny college students.) How do we patch up our punctured bubbles? We survey our personal versions of the grand social hierarchy and ask, “Who do I have to eviscerate around here to preserve my safe, superior worldview?”
Eviscerate verbally, that is. Merriam-Webster (writer’s note: this is not a Merriam-Webster-sponsored post) defines “eviscerate” as “[removal] of the entrails from; disembowel” or “[depriving] of vital content or force.” Week after week, magazines and websites write and tweet headlines about the latest left-leaning late-night host “eviscerating” our political figures when they do or say something perceived as corrupt or violating liberal ideologies. The hyperbole of the headlines transforms a critique into a verbal massacre. Evisceration is not just reserved for comics and satirists, either: In September, Sen. Elizabeth Warren “eviscerated” Wells Fargo CEO John Stumpf in a hearing regarding the creation of more than 1.5 million unauthorized Wells Fargo bank accounts. Justifiably, Warren told Stumpf that he should be fired—he later chose to retire—and be criminally investigated. The clip went viral. Warren said to Stumpf what the average citizen could not, and enacted that fantasy of cursing out an elite figure for his or her wrongdoing.
Log on to Facebook in the morning, and if your feed is predominantly liberal like mine, you’ll see whatever the previous night’s “evisceration” was shared all over your feed—creating the illusion that we’re holding those in power accountable. Making mean jokes about Donald Trump, sharing John Oliver videos, and @-ing Trump on Twitter are not effective forms of social activism. (Clearly, as he’s now the President-elect.) Still, people continue to quote Trump’s tweets with sardonic or critical remarks for an audience of their like-minded followers. What is the point? Venting, sure. Communal grieving, okay.