One of the things that both amazes me and frustrates me about life these days is plastic. And not just any plastic, but the hard plastic packaging that manufacturers use to protect their products; it’s commonly called clamshell packaging. It is so frustrating to get into that we now need a special instrument just to open our products when we get them home; simple scissors will no longer do.
A further disturbance in the force arises when this packaging is used to secure and protect so-called “green” products, such as these flourescent light bulbs. I’m not certain, but to me it seems that all of the energy saved by using such light bulbs is off-set by that used in the packing of them. Not to mention the breakage that occurs as you attempt to free the bulbs from their captivity (UPDATE – photo credit: Beth Terry @ FakePlasticFish).
On the other hand, I think this packaging is amazing. It’s lightweight, strong and virtually indestructible. If it weren’t so blasted difficult to get into once it has been sealed around a product, it would be a nearly perfect package. It’s other problem is that it is lumpy and awkward. When giving the product as a gift, you can’t wrap them easily. I far prefer boxes for their tidy square corners and the precise way they can be wrapped. The wrapping paper industry has accommodated the advent of clamshells by producing gift bags to be used with tissue paper. These bags can be used one or more times, cost very little to produce and may be sold at a much higher price.
So the clamshells have become ubiquitous. We don’t think too much about them anymore beyond cursing them as we attempt to get our prizes out of them. But why do we have them? What purpose do they serve? To me they are a shining example of how we humans have become subject to the machine. Allow me to explain.
Before the Industrial Revolution things were made one at a time. Slowly, precisely and by hand. The producers were known by their consumers for the most part. Production and consumption were closely tied together. Blacksmiths who couldn’t make a good nail lost business, regardless of how good their horseshoes were. This was because more people needed nails than needed horseshoes. Blacksmiths were known for how good or worthless their product was. They were also known for how fair they were. This was true of all tradesmen and women. The good, honest fair tradesmen and women made honest livings, others … not so much. Young people were taught the trade one or two at a time by an older mentor in an apprentice relationship.
Then, about a hundred years ago, Henry Ford introduced the assembly line into the manufacturing process and life as we know it changed for good.
Don’t get me wrong. There was a lot that was good in the ideas that came with assembly line manufacturing. But as we’ve discovered in the intervening century, progress is not all it’s cracked up to be either. I’d much rather not travel with these accommodations any longer (Photo by Shorpy – the 100 year old photo blog)
It reminds me of the Thomas Hobbes quote about life for humans being nasty, brutish and short.
The problem, though, with assembly line manufacturing and the clamshell packaging that has resulted from it, is that it begins to treat human beings as a product of it’s own process. Humans, creations made in the image of God, begin to be seen as products of human creation. We see this both during the process (employees of the production company – workers on the assembly line) and the perception of the consumers who will purchase the product. It does not suit the efficiency of the process to consider humans as individuals … whether during the process of production or during the process of consumption. If we begin to see humans as individuals, with unique needs, unique desires, unique hopes, unique dreams, unique failures and unique successes, then they may no longer be relied upon to purchase cloned products that are spewed by the millions off assembly-lines by robots and purchased by robots. Even though much of the labor that goes into assembly lines has now been replaced by artificial intelligence, and robots, there remains a need for human interaction with the process … eyes on. To catch the errors.
We are not robots. We are not clones of one another. There is no one size that fits all … even when it comes to automobiles. Can we turn back the clock? No. Not a chance in hell.