At the end, when Karen, who lost her son, pretended to be an idiot and ate cake in front of her family, a slap in the face by her husband brought the crazy world of idiots back to the rational civilization. Foucault said that the slap in the face is a symbol of power by judging others as insane to obtain the right to reason. In the grief atmosphere of losing a child, Karen's idiot play is an untimely provocation, not to mention her own child who died. The death of a loved one is destined to be sad, and this is the fundamental reason why Karen joined the club of idiots to escape the pain. But do sad emotions necessarily need to be externalized? Or does it have to be seen? Only by being seen and felt can you prove that you are sad? Obviously not. We have only formed invisible rules and regulations in the subtle education. We are constantly told to show what emotions, what to say and do in what occasions, so as to integrate into the society and not be excluded. Or, are you really as sad as you think you are when you are sad? Maybe you are deceiving yourself without knowing it. The force that pushes you to deceive yourself and mobilize your emotions may be others, society, morality, upbringing, and civilization, but not yourself. Like Meursault in "The Outsider" "My mother died, but why can't I date women after the funeral?" But the reality is, you have to put on a show, show others, and show yourself Posing. No matter what, you have to put it all together after all. When a female member's father came to take her away, no one was an idiot, they all acted as they should, because it was possible to keep her. You can be promiscuous, group P, and play stupid, but in front of the people who really matter, you can't play an idiot, you have to put on an appearance to let yourself and the people you care about navigate safely in this world bound by social rules and moral standards day. And when you're an idiot, you can unleash your id and have fun, but that's just what you're doing in front of other idiots.
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