I
wrote Monday’s blogpost in the heat of the hour after finishing up that fateful
Agents of Shield episode where Hydra is unmasked and true colors show through.
It
was also about 2:00 in the morning, which rarely lends well to cool heads and
calm emotions. So here I am at 11:13 the next morning, a much more rational
human being.
Don’t
get me wrong. I’m still annoyed with the writers. And I still think they
chortled some while they plotted the storyline out, knowing full well what
emotions they’d be foisting on their audience. But I can analyze that now
instead of creating my own plots of shoving stuff down their throats.
Writers
are powerful people. Not in the change-the-world kind of way. Despite what most
braggadocios creative types want to claim, art rarely has a societal impact
like that. Most of it is more reactionary than revolutionary, and even the
pieces that are original and avant-garde don’t often change anyone’s opinions
or spur any great evolutionary steps.
I’m
not saying it can’t happen. I’m just saying it’s not the norm.
Yet
that doesn’t diminish writer’s power per se. While we’re not likely to reshape society,
we have so much control over people’s emotions. It’s their choice to pick up
one of our books or turn on our shows, but we own them after they’re hooked.
And once we own them, we can treat them however nicely or badly we want to.
That
kind of power can be fun. Even thrilling, as I’ve admitted before…
Until
we’re on the other side of it.
So
writers, keep that in mind next time you want to do something rotten.
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