Story of the Piggy Bank

“Money is above all and no one is above money.”
This happens to be one of the central messages in a show which hit all kinds of global viewer records.
I did not watch it until this Sunday. People were bombarding me with requests to do so. I decided to give it a chance. And now, I have to understand the experience it gave me as a viewer. I would not say that it was as impacting as Chernobyl or Queen’s Gambit. Arcs of the characters in the above mentioned list are way profound. This show is a combination of Survivor type of reality shows with steroids. (Blood, violence, perverts, money and violence again.) It is when conspiracy theories about couple of old men running this world find a colorful visualization. Old men with deformed brains and bodies try to taste the last bits of what they call “spark of living”. Ironically, they find this spark in killing losers for fun. They watch how people or to be precise, numbers disappear on their screens. They see them as their numbers. That’s what these people are for them.

I had couple of notes after watching the show. Sharing them would do the job I guess:
1. Why pigs?
Piggy banks are “piggy” for a reason. I did some research and found out that originally “piggy” comes from pygg. Pygg is a clay material with an orange color. Apparently, years later people’s language slides into word pig. May be on a subconscious level it symbolizes humans (clay) and their transition to pigs (filthy creatures).
2. It will not be better out there.
Today’s world is so demanding and ruthless. Not that it was not like that before. But it is definitely much easier to find yourself in existential crisis today because of the high speeds. If you do not keep up with financial world, you end up in financial ruins. Then you live a life which is a technical death.
Squid game is a pinnacle of what happens to you when you are at the bottom. Dying does not scare you much because debt collectors, bills, responsibilities and questions in the eyes of your children are waiting. You know that it is not better outside.
3. Who do we think we are?
Are we animals which act polite when the weather is nice? What are we capable of doing to each other. (For the fun of it, for the money and many other ridiculous reasons.)
4. We were all children once.
Naive, hopeful, playful, clean, sincere and ready to enjoy what comes next. When did this all stop? When did we grow up? Games that we played changed. It is not funny anymore. Winning should be fun. And not at the cost of losing people who are dear to us.