Sometimes people ask me what it means to be self-aware. When I teach about Emotional Intelligence, I often start with self-awareness. I often say that if you are not self-aware, there is not much growth that can take place in your life. Self-awareness is the foundation of all growth. But how does someone know if they are self-aware?
I’m really in love with this whole Sanjaya phenomenon. If you haven’t been keeping up, you can read about it here or here. Side note: upon looking up Sanjaya in Wikipedia, I noticed this:
Is that pronunciation seriously helpful for anyone?
Basically, Sanjaya is a contestant in American Idol. He’s not the best singer in the group. And since my mom and Cowboy Bob taught me if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all, that’s all I’m going to say about his talent (see how nice I am? I didn’t even put quote marks around the word talent). Even though he has questionable skills, he is still in the competition. Which means someone – a lot of someones actually – vote for him every week. They pick up their peanut-sized phones and punch in just the right numbers to say, Hey, that Sanjaya is one cool kid and YES! I’d like to see him back next week.
America is so freakin’ awesome.
Vote for the Worst has rallied their readers to vote for Little S. Howard Stern is in on the gig. Also, I suspect every pre-pubescent girl with a cell phone and a severe lack of pitch watches each week screeching and nearly fainting dead away because ohmygahejustlookedatthecameraandsmiledblaaaaaaaaaahh! It’s clear to me that this is his target audience. Girls just old enough to know they are supposed to like boys but not old enough to really like boys yet and so they pick a boy to like that in many ways looks and acts just like they do. Boys like this seem safe. With just a hint of sexy – or at least what they think is sexy. It sort of comes off to me as pitiful or confused. Like that one time The Hub tried to lean coyishly against the door frame with his hands in his pockets but missed the wall and unable to catch himself fell like an elephant seal into the hallway. But it works for the little girls watching. They fall for Sanjaya. Not because of his voice or his ponyhawk, but because it’s safe and a little dangerous all at once. Not too much. Just a little. It’s like a trial-sized obsession. A sample-sized crush. They are trying it out. Seeing how it works. It’s not quite the real thing – it’s a pre-teen version of the real thing. Sanjaya is the Love’s Baby Soft Perfume of music.
This is not the first time something like this has happened – where questionable talent makes it big because of the power of the pre-teen. And Sanjaya really does have all the makings of the next Menudo. Except for he’s one guy – not five and, of course, he’s not Puerto-Rican. I don’t think. But really, if you watch just once, you’ll see he’s too-tight pants and a headband waiting to happen. Mark my words. Then, if you have daughters in the 9 to 12 range, turn the channel or every stray dog within a 10 mile radius will show up on your porch.
Oh, my point. Self-awareness. Is he or isn’t he? For this poor sap it all comes down to this, is Sanjaya in on the joke? Does he know he’s not so good and is just riding it for all it is worth or does he really think he’s got this sucker in the B.A.G.? Not sure. All I know is that a couple weeks ago when a disgusted Simon sarcastically said, Okay, let’s change tactics ... you were incredible. Sanjaya piped up enormously, WELCOME TO THE UNIVERSE OF SANJAYA! And that frightens me. Frightens me big and bad. And not just because I began to think about if The Universe of Sanjaya had an beauty pageant or not. But because I just think anytime anyone is uttering the words, Welcome to the Universe of <insert name here>, self-awareness just may be the least of their worries.
And that’s all I have to say about that. For now. From the Universe of Jenné.