Phil Elmore
Master of Arts
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I made the mistake of watching Joan of Arcadia on network television a few weeks ago.
The premise of this television series seems to be that God is really, really annoying and that She or He delights in assigning life-altering chores to teenage girls. There is a lot of angst and doubt, which doesnt make much sense to me, as Id at least be pretty sure there IS a God if God was showing up regularly to give me homework and field my whining questions. The show seems as much devoted to the gimmick of God being different random people as it is to teaching ham-handed morality lessons.
I question all of these conventions. If God was busy showing up in life as random cafeteria ladies and hobos and insurance salesman and six-year-old girls, why not other random objects? Why not a toaster, or a shoe-tree, or a glass of water? If the idea of your toaster telling you, Joan, I want you to take a baby-sitting job so youll learn to listen to people better in order to help them sounds vaguely psychotic to you, it should. You should, therefore, find accepting the same instructions from your waiter or your dentist or a crossing guard to be equally schizophrenic.
I have a real problem seeing God as obnoxious or irritating. Somehow I dont think this insipid, poorly written show has any business portraying God as someone who appears as a smug teenage boy in desperate need of a haircut.
At one point in the show I watched, Joan, our heroine, rails at the smug, teenaged-boy-incarnated God, asking him why life is so hard. I might counter that teenaged girls are perhaps not the best operatives for life-altering counseling. An adult might be able to handle these tasks with more dignity.
Do you wish you werent alive? God says ominously. Okay, end of discussion.
Theres no answer to that question when the Almighty is portrayed as an irritating and deliberately cryptic jerk. Theres no answer, that is, except, No, no, no, thats not what I meant, forget I said anything; please dont erase me from existence.
I, in turn, will try to forget that I watched this a task made more difficult by the fact that I've since started watching the show regularly. I will do so nonetheless, and I will do so while hoping the real Deity up there isnt too offended that I wrote this column.
The premise of this television series seems to be that God is really, really annoying and that She or He delights in assigning life-altering chores to teenage girls. There is a lot of angst and doubt, which doesnt make much sense to me, as Id at least be pretty sure there IS a God if God was showing up regularly to give me homework and field my whining questions. The show seems as much devoted to the gimmick of God being different random people as it is to teaching ham-handed morality lessons.
I question all of these conventions. If God was busy showing up in life as random cafeteria ladies and hobos and insurance salesman and six-year-old girls, why not other random objects? Why not a toaster, or a shoe-tree, or a glass of water? If the idea of your toaster telling you, Joan, I want you to take a baby-sitting job so youll learn to listen to people better in order to help them sounds vaguely psychotic to you, it should. You should, therefore, find accepting the same instructions from your waiter or your dentist or a crossing guard to be equally schizophrenic.
I have a real problem seeing God as obnoxious or irritating. Somehow I dont think this insipid, poorly written show has any business portraying God as someone who appears as a smug teenage boy in desperate need of a haircut.
At one point in the show I watched, Joan, our heroine, rails at the smug, teenaged-boy-incarnated God, asking him why life is so hard. I might counter that teenaged girls are perhaps not the best operatives for life-altering counseling. An adult might be able to handle these tasks with more dignity.
Do you wish you werent alive? God says ominously. Okay, end of discussion.
Theres no answer to that question when the Almighty is portrayed as an irritating and deliberately cryptic jerk. Theres no answer, that is, except, No, no, no, thats not what I meant, forget I said anything; please dont erase me from existence.
I, in turn, will try to forget that I watched this a task made more difficult by the fact that I've since started watching the show regularly. I will do so nonetheless, and I will do so while hoping the real Deity up there isnt too offended that I wrote this column.