|                      So I was watching this show on MTV last week called Newport Harbor.         Essentially it is Laguna         Beach all over again, just 20 miles up the California coast         in another ritzy Orange Country beach town. The cast of the show is         made up of a handful of ditzy-but-beautiful blond girls and a few token         surfer dudes whom each of the girls will date at one point during the         season (which follows their senior year of “high school”). Everything         on the show is pristine, nicely coifed, tanned and very, very rich.  Most episodes of the show, like in Laguna, feature         the kids shopping at designer stores, eating at Zagat-rated restaurants         or (in the case of the episode I saw) going on weekend trips to Palm         Springs. Of course, no 17-year-old really has the money to live this         way, but MTV wants us to think that yes, these kids (most kids in         Orange Country, actually) do in fact spend their free time surfing,         tanning, gossiping and eating braised lamb while the rest of us do         homework and eat Ramen noodles.           But it’s not just MTV. Everywhere you look on TV and in         pop culture these days, you see this strangely alluring thing that is         sort of a rich-people minstrel show: wealth being exploited for the         entertainment of the underclass. Shows like Bravo’s new reality         offering, Welcome to         the Parker (which is all about the Parker hotel in Palm         Springs—the most ridiculously posh playground for celebrities in         SoCal), emphasize how gloriously snobby rich people are, while shows         like The Fabulous         Life (VH1) and Cribs         (MTV) keep tabs on which rich celebrity has managed to spend their         money the most frivolously. Each of these shows contains the playful         cha-ching graphic, which keeps tabs of the “bill” during the course of         any episode, making light of the fact that some people manage to spend         more money in a year than an entire developing country has made in a         decade.           And let's not forget the phenomenon of Paris Hilton, a         “famous for being rich” celebrity who embodies all of the above. People         are always asking, “Why are we obsessed with Paris Hilton?” But this         has a pretty obvious answer: It’s because we’re obsessed with being         rich. It’s the same reason we watch Newport         Harbor or buy something that Oprah likes. If we can         associate ourselves with wealth (even if we’re really poor) by watching         or imitating it, we feel more legitimate, desirable and im portant.           The Paris Hilton culture is just the latest incarnation         of what Thorstein Veblen first coined “conspicuous consumption” in his         1899 book, The         Theory of the Leisure Class. Essentially it is the idea         that with the onset of expendable income, the new upper and middle         classes took to flaunting their “wealth” as a way to demonstrate their         social power or significance, whether real or perceived. In other         words, people began to buy lots of fancy furniture and art (but chiefly         so they could have dinner parties and show them off), and they began to         buy expensive clothes and jewelry, mainly to present themselves as more         important than they actually were.           Consumerism and the consequent drive to be conspicuous         about it is certainly something we all deal with. But despite the         number of luxury cars and high-fashion items you see, half of the         wealth that is flashed in your eyes on any given day isn’t real wealth. It’s         all about appearances. Sunglasses are the best way to feign wealth,         especially in my hometown of L.A. (where sunglasses are worn more than         socks). Most really good, designer sunglasses are at least 300         dollars—which is not that much for the average stockbroker or real         estate tycoon. But you can easily find knockoff sunglasses for, like,         10 bucks that look exactly like the massive Prada pair you saw on J.Lo         last week. It’s easy to look         wealthy and important if you try hard enough.          Christians find themselves in an interesting spot,         living in a culture that measures a person’s value or relevance by what         model of cell phone they carry. We are followers of a man who once told         His disciples that everyone who wanted to follow Him must “deny         themselves and “take up their cross daily” (Luke 9:23, TNIV). Jesus         constantly dropped lines such as, “What good is it for you to gain the         whole world, and yet lose or forfeit your very self?” (Luke 9:25). He         also insisted that we not worry about things like food and clothes         (Matthew 6:25–34), and offered counterintuitive little quips about how         blessed are the poor in spirit, the meek and the persecuted. Can you         imagine an MTV show about nerdy little Christian kids in Irvine who         take all of this to heart?          The Christian life is so crazily counter to a life of         conspicuous consumption. Ours should be a life of conspicuous rejection of all         the bling money can buy. We should be conspicuously consumed with         Christ, so much so that we become much more fascinating to watch than         Paris Hilton. Instead of a culture that questions their obsession with         Paris and Britney, what if the curious questions were about Christians—why are         they so utterly, obviously uninterested in what everyone else is living         for (self-aggrandizement)? Now that         would be a story worthy of reality TV.           |         
        
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