Showing posts with label Non-conformity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Non-conformity. Show all posts

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Becoming Adults


In the evolution from childhood to adulthood, there are many different ways that society views the bridge from one stage of development to the next. For some, a sign of adulthood is a getting a tattoo, for others a bat mitzvah, and for others, receiving their driver’s license or going through puberty or loosing their virginity. However, even those things, when analyzed, can in actuality prove our immaturity just as much as it proves our maturity. Though “adult” is defined on Dictionary.com as “a person who is fully grown or developed or of age,” it is more than a physical change for one to truly claim the title of adult. As young souls in the world, we want to grow up so that we can achieve adulthood; but it is only when we have the ability to think critically that we can truly claim that title. Aldous Huxley (1958), Neil Postman (1984), Elouise Bell(1991), and Elder David A. Bednar (2008) will assist us as we explore the outcomes of thinking critically can have on us. Without the ability to think critically, we can, even unknowingly, allow ourselves to be pulled into potentially dangerous situations we would otherwise avoid.
Aldous Huxley (1958), who graduated from Oxford with a degree in English literature and is also the author of the controversial book Brave New World (1932), gave a speech entitled “Propaganda under a Dictatorship” wherein he mentions some of these dangers. Huxley summarizes the thoughts of that once greatly influential, but evil, man Hitler, who had the ability to move the masses, those of whom he viewed as “subhuman” or underdeveloped. Huxley writes:
Assembled in a crowd, people lose their powers of reasoning and their capacity for moral choice. Their suggestibility is increased to the point where they cease to have any judgment or will of their own. They become very excitable, they lose all sense of individual or collective responsibility, they are subject to sudden accesses of rage, enthusiasm and panic. In a word, a man in a crowd behaves as though he had swallowed a large dose of some powerful intoxicant. He is a victim of what I have called “herd-poisoning.” (p. 165)
 If we are unable to think for ourselves in a crowd, or otherwise, we become subject to the wills of others, regardless of right or wrong; while we, being undecided and unable to think for ourselves, have not yet determined what that is. As our minds mature with experience and knowledge we can decipher between those rights and wrongs. There are, however, more subtle and friendly ways of achieving mass obedience. This is mostly achieved through things that we enjoy, for example a favorite TV show, book, or artist.
Neil Postman (1994), chairman of the Department of Culture and Communication at NYU, wrote a speech entitled “Amusing Ourselves to Death,” wherein he recognizes those other dangers resulting from the absence of thinking critically. He explains:
In America, Orwell’s prophecies are of small relevance but Huxley’s are well underway toward being realized. I speak to you of America not only because I know its situation better than any other but also because America is engaged in the world’s most ambitious experiment to accommodate itself to the technological distractions made possible by the electric plug. This is an experiment that began slowly and modestly in the mid-nineteenth century with the invention of the telegraph, and has now, in the latter half of the twentieth, reached a perverse maturity in America’s consuming love affair with television. As nowhere else in the world, Americans have moved far and fast in bringing to a close the age of the slow-moving printed word, and have granted to television sovereignty over all of their institutions. By ushering in the age of television, America has given the world the clearest available glimpse of the Huxleyan future, 2000. (p. 382)
America is one of few the countries that subsist in danger of living out the horrors described in Huxley’s Brave New World. Most of the world lives in fear of dictators who will have their way regardless of the well-being of the people. America is one of the few that uses our so-called well-being as a tool to pacify us into submission. Regardless of what country we come from, we must be aware that conformity can come upon us without recognition. Unless we are prepared for it when it tries to sneak in, we could fall into the decisions others have made for us.
We need to carefully decide how we can avoid these atrocities. Elouise Bell (1994), a retired English professor who has taught at several different universities, including BYU, and authored several books, explains how in her essay “The Better for my Foes: The role of Opposition”. She quotes the clown from Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night when he speaks to the Duke. ‘“Truly the better for my foes and the worse for my friends. . .”’ the clown further explains ‘“Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me. Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass, so that by my foes, sir, I may profit in the knowledge of myself, and by my friends I am abused. . .”’ (p. 37). This essay explains the value that our enemies can be to us. Friends, if only in the intent of being nice and behaving as they should, can truly do us a disservice. We are blinded by the compliments that we receive from them, and it inhibits our progress in finding truth. “Yet many of us today think of ourselves as enlightened because we are willing to ‘let others have their say’ without seriously considering their say” (Bell, 1994, p.39). Even this attitude inhibits us from truth; we must be willing to analyze ourselves, which builds confidence in our own understanding. Pride in a critical situation can only harm us.
 Furthermore, we can find what is true through the counsel of Elder David A. Bednar, who graduated from BYU with an MA in organizational communication with a PhD in organizational behavior from Purdue University. He is now one of the Twelve Apostles of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. In his talk entitled “Learning to Love Learning,” Elder Bednar reminds us that intelligence is the glory of God, and that “the overreaching purpose of Heavenly Father’s great plan of happiness is to provide His spirit children with opportunities to learn” (p. 32). We must not forget that in the search for truth, Heavenly Father and His plan must always be a steadying force. When in doubt, ask Him in faith, for attaining Godhood is the ultimate level of knowledge. Elder Bednar further explains that “learning to love learning is vital to our ongoing spiritual and personal development” (p. 33). Development is the key word; becoming an adult requires learning that which is true and loving it; we can discover those truths through critical thinking as well as revelation. But even in the search for revelation, study is often a required step. There will always be those who don’t have that thirst for knowledge and truth, and how sad for them that they might never be enlightened. A thirst for knowledge comes with mental maturity.
Avoiding the dangers of conformity through critical thinking proves that we have matured beyond the point of herd-ship (without our consent). As adults, we must learn to see the world as it is, not how society tells us it is. We must learn to value our own opinions as well as appreciate others. When we forget our convictions to correct principles, we become subject to those who would herd us into conformity. As adults, it is our responsibility to be non-conformists; in other words, it is our duty to decide for ourselves, through careful study, what we are going to believe or not, and to not allow the emotional pressures of others to sway our opinions.





References
Bednar, D.A. (2010) Learning to love learning. In W. Brugger, D. Hammond, M. K. Hartvigsen, A. Papworth, & R. Seamons (Eds.), The Way of Wisdom (2011). Rexburg, ID: BYU-Idaho. Retrieved May 21, 2012, from http://ilearn.byui.edu.
Bell, E. (1991). The better for my foes: the role of opposition. In W. Brugger, D. Hammond, M. K. Hartvigsen, A. Papworth, & R. Seamons (Eds.), The Way of Wisdom (2011). Rexburg, ID: BYU-Idaho. Retrieved May 13, 2012, from http://ilearn.byui.edu.
Huxley A. (1958). Propaganda under a dictatorship, In W. Brugger, D. Hammond, M. K. Hartvigsen, A. Papworth, & R. Seamons (Eds.), The Way of Wisdom (2011). Rexburg, ID: BYU-Idaho. Retrieved May 13, 2012, from http://ilearn.byui.edu
Postman, N. (1984). Amusing ourselves to death. In W. Brugger, D. Hammond, M.K. Hartvigsen, A. Papworth, & R. Seamons (Eds.), The Way of Wisdom (2011). Rexburg, ID: BYU-Idaho. Retrieved May 13, 2012, from http://ilearn.byui.edu.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Dreams

So I must be really excited for the last Harry Potter movie to come out tomorrow or I'm really craving some Lord of the Rings action or something because last night I had the rockinest dream ever.

So what happened is, I'm in this log cabin and its a huge log cabin, and everyone around me including myself is practicing archery, and we're shooting at these targets that are about a football field away. Its dark outside and the cabin smelled of cedar and there was a soft lamplight glow. As I looked around I noticed that a lot of people were wearing hooded cloaks and some were still changing into their hooded cloaks. I looked down and I'm already wearing one, and when I looked back up, to my surprise, I saw my little brother there. He's with some of his friends. And they're joking around kind of laughing at everyone putting on the cloaks, when he saw me and he came walking over to me. Then all of a sudden the warm flicker of the fire lamps grew dim and the atmosphere grew tense I could feel it almost get colder.
I asked him "What the heck are you doing here?"
He said "I followed you out your window."
"You have to leave, now!" I told him sternly.
"It's too late now," he informed me calmly "Some guy is chopping down the bridge. . . Hey, can I get one of those cloaks?"
Panicked I threw him a cloak, he would need it now "And make sure your friends get into one too!" I yelled as I ran outside just in time to see the last swing of the ax chop down the rickety rope bridge I had apparently come across, because as I looked around I observed that we were on a cliff like pillar and all around us was a deep dark ring of nothingness and outside that ring was nothing but thick dark deciduous forest. It seemed to go on forever. Overwhelmed I took a few steps back toward the cabin. 'how did I get here?' I ran back inside. The lamps had all but gone out by now and everyone was dead silent, still, and all looking in the same direction. Fear took over my heart as I slowly I began to search the faces of the hooded figures around me trying to find my brother, when a hooded figure behind me told me "Stop, be still, They're coming." I thought two things in that moment, one 'I recognize that voice,' and two 'who are "they"?' but in the next moment my second thought was answered, because then all hell broke loose.
All at once arrows were lit with fire and shot off into the darkness I then heard several yelps like that of a hound being wounded. Then out of the darkness the other team came in droves gnashing their teeth and swinging their knives at us, arrows flew fast and true. and soon enough the the cabin caught flame. I was still scared for the safety of my little brother and stood on the platform and shouted "Stop!!! Why are we killing each other?!?! this is ridiculous!!"
The ones who had heard me shouted back "If you're not with us, you're against us." and they turned their arrows on me.
Then I woke up.

Intense right?
I have dreams like that a lot. like one time I was attacked by ninjas in a movie theater, and they were the ninjas from the power Rangers those little pawn guys that you can KO in one hit. Me and my friends teamed up on them and defeated them and took their sweet sports car. and it was cool cause my friend came back from his mission to help us.

Then I had one about Harry Potter meets Pirates of the Caribbean. That was pretty sweet. that same night I had another dream about my Physics Teacher trying to tell me something really important but I was deaf to only his voice.

There was another where my choir went to this rickety old house on a field trip. While we were there a banshee came to haunt it and I got killed because I was the only one who couldn't hear the screech but at the same time I was also the banshee. So that was a little weird. and that one didn't really scare me though, until the day after when I had mulled it over in my brain.

And I had one where the witch in Scooby-Doo's "Which Witch is Which" and her zombie partner tried to kill my little sister. We were in this abandoned warehouse and that one scared me to death I woke up screaming "NO!!!" in the middle of the night.
So yeah I don't know what it is but all of my dreams are really vivid and kind of awesome in their own way. So what are some of your craziest dreams?

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Pro Choice

So the subject of abortion came up in my AP Government class the other day, as more of a side note, but it got me thinking and this is what I thought.
I am Pro choice but, not the choice you are thinking of, a different choice. I am all for choosing for yourself whether or not you commit the act that creates the problem of abortion. If you wanna use abortion as a form of birth-control know that you are striping a child of life. Your choice to not be abstinent is yours, but be prepared for the consequences, a child. Having a child after intercourse is not a choice but a required process, we all learned about it in fifth grade family science class. You may think that having a child is too much of a consequence for what you did, but if you truly understood the sacred nature of creating life you would not throw it away so easily.

The only reason abortion should be aloud is if the mother will die because of the child or if she was raped. The sad thing is only about 15%-18% of people who get abortions do it for this reason. the others just do it because it will save themselves from embarrassment or because it is too inconvenient to have a child at the moment.  And that is what kills me, that level of selfishness that is so prominent in the American culture. It is simply too ugly to be had. That child is not the one to be blamed, to be punished. What has happened to justice? What happened to being strong? What happened to being moral? What has happened to the basic structure of integrity that once founded our nation? Now, if you have these things in your heart and you act upon them, you are not only a hero, but a super hero because the standard for morality has become so low.