Why is it that the world is teeming with
so many co-dependents? So many wannabes (oops, was that a
strictly 90s term?)? So many brainwashed people?
The 1950s movie Invasion of the Pod
People seems merely to be a vapid sci-fi “thriller” with
mediocre visual effects; the storyline is a banal one,
featuring the eventual transformation of a populace into a
zombie-ish race of “pod people” after an alien invasion.
But the movie goes deeper, actually
conveying a very real fear of too much uniformity and
conformity in 1950s America.
Now, granted, the 50s were specifically a
decade marked by this fear and we have progressed since
then; nonetheless, some parallels can be made today. I feel
like sometimes when I walk through the school halls I’m
surrounded by a monolithic mass of non-thinkers.
Things I hear seem to be regurgitated,
all things I’ve heard before, but all recycled over and over
again, only further insulted by the fact that they are
delivered as though fresh and new in excited voices.
Why are so many of us servants of the
public will and approval? Countless times I’ve turned
towards some smiling person, going on and on about
something, but nothing they say seems to top the simpering
look on their face.
The look constantly seeking some sort of
approval, a chuckle, or at least a nod that says: “Right,
well, you do exist.”
And worse yet this sort of mass tends to
lose a love for the original. So the ordinary and
unimpressive become lauded for being the best of the
ordinary and unimpressive. Brilliant. There you go, feel
absolutely free to hide behind the rather large public seal
of approval. Be sure you remain as safe and ordinary as
possible; affirm that everyone is equal and we’re good.
Of course the majority of the school
population loves this mentality because it strengthens the
value of tradition and acceptance so entrenched in our
And with that warm attitude swathing us
like a blanket, we feel like any of us really can do
anything and that we all really have an equal chance of
success in society. By putting the average man on a pedestal
we feel closer to the top.
Orwell was right; some animals are more equal than