Best in Show, Last in Life
I hate talent shows. Not the ones for kids, those are funny. I mean talent shows for adults and older teenagers. Anytime I’ve watched one on television, I felt bad for the majority of the contestants and had to turn it off.
There’s a difference between being talented and having a talent. If someone is talented, they can go somewhere with it besides winning a talent show. If someone with a really beautiful voice sang during a talent show, I’d be really impressed. But after the talent show is over, they can continue to progress with their voice and try to make it to the next step.
While watching a talent show, I find myself thinking little about the talent itself and more about how much effort went into developing it. That’s why talent shows depress me.
Baton twirling, for instance. I get that it takes a lot of practice and creating a routine is tedious, but why? Why are you a veteran baton twirler? You’ve put time into twirling a stick and dancing.
I’m not saying that baton twirling is easy; I’m saying it’s pointless and devoid of value.
Can I twirl a baton? No. Can I throw a baton really high in the air, do a round-off and catch it in stride? Maybe. But the time frame I would commit to learning to do so wouldn’t exceed 10 minutes because it’s THROWING A STICK IN THE AIR.
Think about how much time it would take to perfect a baton twirling routine. The actual passing of time you’d have to put in to land that back handspring/high stick throw maneuver. You’re going to die someday and instead of living your life, you’re playing with a fancy stick and doing cartwheels like an asshole.