severance season 1 appreciation post
Dear Outties,
[Season spoilers ahead]
Have you watched Severance yet? I'm late, per usual. But also: let's stop keeping up with everything. Maybe just be in your time.
"The hour is yours." ~Ricken, giving Eckhart Tolle a run for his self-help money.
I was afraid to watch the show once the trailer hit because I thought it would bring up every feeling that has made me run out of at least four solid, cubicle-based jobs. I had dental and everything. Good dental. $12-per-cavity-filling dental. And yet--
There's a fear-based ferret in my soul that, as soon as I find myself sitting in a comfy, multi-adjustable office chair, starts biting at my ankles. The ferret is anxious to get me to [redacted: cliched, art-school crap] instead of 'just be at a desk'. It hisses at me: You cannot be this. You are [art-school, eye-roll aspiration].
"Who are you? ...Sorry, I forgot the preamble."
For me, there's too heavy an identity complex that comes with a job. I always want to shake it off like a bad rash. That's my junk. But that's an identity issue, not a practical one. Practically speaking, everyone fucking hates work.
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At some level in 2022, the jig is up on 9-to-5s. The shape of our mass existential crisis keeps bending and morphing into ill-fitting, container-sized concepts: Quiet Quitting, Mass Resignation, Work From Home. They're butterfly nets that can't catch the whole thing.
The whole thing is the anxiety that is rolling around, caught in the shadow of the real clocks that are crumbling around us. Real towers of time that are falling down: our climate, political institutions, social institutions, world stability. How can a 9-to-5 possibly measure in the face of the once was eternal, the 'how it's always been's, falling down?
It seems the answer everyone is really trying to capture with these butterfly nets is: why do we work in the first place?
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Severance, like a good allegory, isn't about one thing. The Macrodata Refinement Department (MDR) is in charge of cataloguing 'scary numbers'. Why? No one knows.
"It's meaningful and important work."
I was surprised by the fact the show wasn't primarily a commentary on office culture or work-life balance (although its premise is invested in the split work-life self). I was expecting a Black Mirror meets The Office kind of show. A dark, modern workplace comedy. Something goofy, meta, Millennial. Bleak but deflated by its own cynicism before it can land any gut punch.
But a lovely surprise was (to me) the fierce optimism rooted under its existential dramedy. Mark Scout chooses to go through the severance procedure (an 'irreversible' surgery that implants a neurological chip that bifurcates a person's memory; those memories are spatially dictated, as a incredulous Helly R. watches her Outtie self explain to her severed Innie self in her consent video).
Mark chooses to do so because he cannot cope with his grief from the loss of his wife. He seems almost willfully limited: not going to the grief counselour his sister asks about, drinking enough booze to have the shakes throughout the season (played with tragic simplicity by Adam Scott). Even if the Eagan family empire fell and Lumon de-severed every Innie--if Mark was awarded a real severance to spend the rest of his days as he wished--he'd still have to contend with his incalculable grief.
The resolution of Severance's outer world cannot resolve the inner world of these characters. The powerful internal engine of the show isn't about taking down corporate America--it's how we strive, in the face of our deepest wounds, to become whole.
I love what Erin Qualey observed in her Vulture recap of Episode 1:
In his note, Petey wonders whether he and his other severed brethren are monsters for choosing to undergo such a process. In the end, he concludes, “We’re not monsters, Mark. Not real ones.” And he’s right. Sometimes we make poor choices based on trying to protect a vulnerable part of ourselves, but this doesn’t make us bad people.
Vulnerability. Vulnerability is why we sever ourselves--casually, stoically, quietly--to keep on getting by. And it doesn't make us bad people, but it does make us people--and that's always the problem.
It makes me itch with ferret-bite induced rashes about leaving jobs, being more 'important' things, avoiding dental care for lack of good insurance.
It would be so much easier to sequester the parts of ourselves we cannot run from in a green-and-white basement floor and trust they were doing important and meaningful work without paying them mind. Paying them mind.
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[***Finale spoiler ahead***]
So much of Lumon's ethos is about having an ethos. Goddamn I had to look up probity to keep up with the Eagan leader's list of morals (redundantly: the quality of having strong moral principles; honesty and decency). The implication from their hallowed, freak-filled halls is that there's a definitive binary to becoming a good or bad person:
Vision Verve Wit Cheer Humility Benevolence Nimbleness Probity Wiles
But becoming whole means a rejection of any label, any category.
I think it's why, during the final sequence of the brilliant, tense-as-a-panic-room season finale, when we see our three Innies in their Outtie worlds, piecing together the key pieces of their Outtie selves that have led them to sever in the first place, I was thunderstruck by Scott's portrayal of Mark's revelation of his wife being alive. It was the sound he made as he shouted, despite himself, "She's alive!"
It was the sound of fury, love, hope, betrayal and rage at once. It was a cry from his wholeness, holding the pain of both his selves for the first time together. It was the heartbreaking sound of how the truth sets you free: not gently, but with great, undeniable force.
To me, it sounded like hope breaking through the lies we tell ourselves to get by.
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I'll gladly wait however long Season 2 needs to take. Severance knows what it's doing. Praise Kier.