Yesterday I read one of the most depressing posts I can recall reading recently from photographer Chris Arnade at UnHerd. In a “road trip around the United States” interviewing people Mr. Arnade found many people expressing despair with far fewer bright spots along the way. He cut his trip short, giving up in dismay:
A decade ago, I had hope that things were so bad that we couldn’t possibly keep ignoring the malaise, the emptiness, the ugliness and we would move to right the ship. Instead, we buried our heads deeper into the sand, allowing life in the US to grow even more banal and isolating. We still haven’t grasped that the problem isn’t economic, it’s spiritual. And the answer isn’t to build another basic housing complex, another road, another shopping mall, but to build more cohesive and meaningful communities. Which isn’t easy, but unless that’s done, little will change towards the good, not in another year or another decade.
I honestly can’t recommend that you read it but I think he’s pointing out things that are real. While I agree that Americans eat junk I don’t attribute the sense of despair to eating lousy food.
To the contrary I think that both the lousy food and sense of despair have a common cause. We’ve spent the last fifty years or so tearing down institutions that have grown up over thousands of years, replacing them with nothing. Marriage, the family, faith, social organizations. The grounds on which these institutions have been criticized has largely been that they aren’t perfect, pointing out these imperfections as proof of inherit viciousness.
People have turned to self-gratification but hedonism has never been the foundation for a happy, fulfilling life. That’s why they’re eating mostly fat and sugar. It’s why we have substance abuse problems, an increased suicide rate, and why life expectancy has plateaued or actually decreased.