The Problems of being Modern

Is one that pits theoretical inaction and the need to DO something to change the predicament the modernist finds himself in. Of course the assumption of predicament is itself questionable as the thought hardly crosses the minds of most individuals. But caught up in the realities of day to day living, trapped in this recession (that's not what they're calling it yet are they) the dense realities of navigating through these huge systems and structures that are products of modernity loom large. It isn't merely a pragmatic mind that learns to deal with these realities. A mind with a highly theoretical bent unavoidably delves into the minutae of everyday life precisely because it is unable to extricate itself from the imaginary chasm between theory and life. The systems and structures of modernity ensure that this is so. We are plunged into its forest of symbolism, without even realising that our world of realities is largely symbolic.
Chinese New Year? Yes. A world of symbolism surely and much of it traditional. But consider the Ang Bao-Hong Bao-Red Packet. A symbol of luck and fortune. But what does it contain? Another symbol - currency. So does the auspiciousness of the red the weight of the symbolism or does the money inside do that? If they both do, do they compete to undermine the symbolic power of the other? Is currency symbolic in a different way here - not merely referring to the power to buy but also pointing towards luck prosperity and fortune? And what if you received notes in a foreign currency? I used to get Hong Baos in Ringget (symbolic tensions come into play in the rhetorical turbulence of these times - symbols of prosperity are intensely nationalistic) and would have to execute an exchange of currencies in my attempt to step away from the multiple symbols and transform my takings into usable cash. Another symbolic transaction. And what of the purely symbolic Hong Bao then - the empty Hong Bao. I've been using the symbolic Hong Bao as an excuse:

"If I gave you a Hong Bao and you only found $2 in it, you would know that I am cheap. But if I never gave you a Hong Bao, there would always be the nagging "what if ..." lingering in your mind ..."

And so value (both monetary and judgement on me) is deferred. And so Derrida meets the bad joke.

But what if I didn't pause to bother about these replications of theory in life? What if I mouthed new year geetings, handed out red packets and waited one year just to do it all over again? Theory is intensely relevant - the above demonstrates our complicity in a highly dislocated sense of tradition and community - but its absence is always appreciated, never missed.

Cultural criticism doesn't need to assert its relevance in an intensely modern age. It makes lucid the nature of the entanglements that we often hardly respond to, entanglements that we sullenly term tradition and culture.