In 1962 we met George Jetson… Jane his wife…his boy Elroy…daughter Judy… We watched George fly from his skypad apartments off to his job at Spacely Space Spockets. His maid was a robot. The family of the future as seen through the eyes of Hanna-Barbera.
We wanted it.
The generation that knows these cartoons and can sing the opening song is now living it. But Hanna- Barbera gave us the cartoon version.The reality isn’t as fun.
I don’t recall George crashing his flying car/saucer drunk, wrong way or even purposely driving into a group of people because he could, though in one episode they did clone him.
I don’t remember his daughter Judy glued to a device that incouraged her to ignore her family, take a million pictures of herself, distract her driving or told her it was time to walk.
I don’t remember floating trash or pollution in the air.
The robot maid Rosie was close.
I volunteer at a school. I see kids with computers, phones and head phones, all the latest technology. I see what 8 to 10 plus hours a day on a computer or phone or internet is doing to our kids.
Its not the Jetsons thats for sure.
I see less and less motivation. I see kids who don’t want to read further than a sentence before they scroll let alone pick up a book. I see less and less interaction between the kids. Less laughing. Less playing outside. Just more time staring at a screen. I see boredom. I see and hear how little they truly care. I see numb.
For all that this technology has brought in terms of good and advancement, it has brought bad.
Did the Jetsons have to know someone or even see them in person to say something horrible? OUR computers allow it so it must be ok.
The Jetsons world was sterile. Pure air, clean everything. Touch a button and its yours.
Elroy didn’t have active shooter training.
What was Jane doing? She had a robot maid. She was pretty? I don’t remember anything else.
We all assumed that given advanced technology our society would become smarter. Yet I see more and more kids born into a world with technology everywhere. Covered in it, smothered in it , consumed by technology and yet struggle to achieve.
Constant advertising. Consume Consume Consume. Sit there longer. Play more games. Eat more processed snacks for the next few hours. Talk to others online only and have no empathy or concern unless they entertain you. Watch images of death and horror as long as you can stomach live by helicopter. Ride in a self driving car and let it run someone over. Fake Fake Fake. Lies lies lies. Do whatever it takes to get yourself on that screen so everyone can see… even if that means taking a life. Fame is now more important.
So, Jetsons of 1962, let me introduce you to The Jetsons 2018. What does the Jetsons of 2074 look like?