Paule Marshall’s work, “Poets in the Kitchen,” describe Marshall’s early interactions that shaped her writing. Her family structure and Marshall’s proximity to the women in her life gave her an appreciation for words and a greater understanding of the human language. I, too, was influenced my environment. While Marshall learned language in the kitchen, I learned it in my family room in front of a black box.
Sure, I listened in on my parents, caught onto their sense of humor and views of the world, but I was left alone more than not. I turned to books on occasion, reading dumbed down versions of classics, explored “A Wrinkle in Time” and got lost in “The Chronicles of Narnia.” Mostly, in their absence, I turned to the perpetual babysitters, Nickelodeon and Disney. While my mother was flying around the country and my father was reading science fiction, my sense of language came from television.
Television taught me about relationships and values, all in an ideal setting. Having so much of my world view formed in environments filled with Astroturf and rooms with only three walls had its pros and cons. I learned what most would consider appropriate values and how to interact in “common” situations. The Matthews family and the Brady Bunch taught me that marriages are supposed to be balanced and formed from love, friends are supposed to help you no matter what, the world will embrace my differences, and dogs never really die. Some of these lessons have shaped me into a better person, but they’ve also created unrealistic expectations.
I grew up thinking I would have a convertible when I was 16, a boyfriend shortly after that, a full ride to Harvard, and a stable family structure. Television blinded me from the reality of life. I got a 1996 Toyota Camry when I was 17, am suffering from a chronic long-term single-girl syndrome, and my mother’s apparent alcoholism is forcing my parents into a much needed divorce. Very little has lived up to what I expected. I have been thrown into situations Disney never explained existed; financial hardships, death, divorce, falling out of love.
I don’t blame television entirely for this, after all, there is also religion, books, and films. While I was misguided by television, it also provided me with a priceless tool for coping with life: humor. Humor comes out in my interactions as well as my writing. Television helped me learn what I though was funny as well as what the majority respond to.
Humor is one of the few things that connects people around the world. Laughter and joy are emotions anyone can identify and that everyone wants to feel. When used correctly I can alleviate social pressures and open emotional doors. I’m grateful for televisions affect on me. Even when I realized life in my world is different than it is in that black box, I was able to take humor into various situations. I may not have a white picket fence, but I know how to laugh when someone walks into one.
