Sunday, 1 January 2012

New Year, new resolutions, and how did I do with the last lot?

So last year at about this time, I came up with three SMART resolutions for 2011 - which means it's time to figure out how I did with those. It's also time to set some new resolve for 2012.

Last year's resolutions were as follows:

  1. Continue being pro-active in seeking a partner. (Measured by whether I maintain the same amount of initial contacts, and whether or not I manage to pluck up the courage to make a first move in r/l situations)
  2. Investigate and find a way to get into adult movie performing
  3. Join at least one local sports team (the cricket club and possibly a pub football ('soccer') team)

With my forays into investigating and even trying out some pick-up artistry, I'd call #1 a resounding success. I may not have ended up with any partners during 2011, but the things that were measurable and achievable and down to my own efforts, I have actually done.

While I have definitely investigated and found possible ways into adult movie performing for myself, I have to count #2 as only a partial success, because I never actually explored those possibilities. I can't claim to have found a way in, because I never knocked on the door. Partly this has been due to health issues (specifically, I developed a verruca on my toe and it seemed unlikely that that would be welcome on a porn set!) and partly because I focussed on some other stuff in 2011, including working towards resolution #3.

#3 is another resounding success in that the things that were in my control, I did. I exercised, I went to the nets practices of the local cricket club, and I tried out for an amateur soccer team. In that vein, although I don't view it as sporting because I'm not doing it against anyone or with a team, I have also started reading and trying to get at least a basic grasp of, some kung fu. Over the year, with a modicum of portion control and a little bit of vigorous exercise every day plus the regular walking up and down hills that goes with living where I do, I have managed to lose 1.5 stone in weight, which if I recall correctly equates to 21 pounds. Steady, sustainable, weight loss has to count as a good thing, I think.

So, I did #1 and #3, but whiffed on #2. As Meat Loaf sang, "Two Out OF Three Ain't Bad". Let's go for something better in the next year!

After having the relationship-pursuit resolution two years running, it now feels like a regular part of life: I don't need that one any more. The sports resolution is also something I don't feel like putting as a target this year, although I may (again) pursue it when the cricket nets season comes around again. For now, I'll focus on my exercise regime and those kung fu books and keep those going. I also don't want to make a specific target out of my adult movie ambitions, although with the research I've done, if my health holds out then I may well follow that up in 2012 as well.

So, what have I decided to go for in 2012?

I have two SMART resolutions this year:

  1. Perform for the talent show "The X-Factor"
  2. Complete one chapter per month of my novel's first draft

For #1, I have already applied to go on the show. I cannot control whether or not the judges will pick me to go through to the finals - I can't even control whether the editors will pick my performance to include in the audition shows. What I can control is how well-prepared and practised I am when I appear on the stage before the judges. So, I have started choosing songs that I know I can sing confidently and well, I have selected one for the audition, and the rest are options for if I have the (mis)fortune to be put forward to the later rounds. I have been practising singing them both solo voice, and accompanied by my guitar (I also have started programming backing tracks for my practise on Garage Band). As the saying goes, the more I practise, the luckier I seem to get.

For #2, I know that I usually manage about 1,000 words in an hour, and my chapters are usually around 4k words long. So, once a week sitting down at the computer and typing for an hour ought to get me through a chapter a month. I have been slacking, or spending my words on Cyborg Sleeps or random porn-writing, recently. My intention is to get a bit more focus and get my Big Story Idea onto paper (or at least, digital storage). I doubt I will finish the novel in 2012, but if I get going then maybe I will end up going more quickly than I imagine.

I also have a non-SMART resolution that nevertheless I feel can be performed successfully. I consider it non-SMART because it is not specific or measurable in the way the others are. That resolution is picking up on a trend I noticed in my life during the past year and so the resolution is to maintain that trend through 2012. In various ways, I found myself testing myself and going beyond my comfort zone. Therefore, resolution 3 for 2012 is as follows:

  • Continue to seek ways to push my boundaries and explore my limits

Some of the ways I did that in 2011 were by going on the family holiday in December, by going to the football practice in September, by following through on some of the pick-up artistry stuff (although I haven't maintained that recently), by having my hair cut short (I'll need to get back to the hairdresser once the seasons turn back to spring again).

So, my three resolutions for 2012:

  1. Perform for the talent show "The X-Factor"
  2. Complete one chapter per month of my novel's first draft
  3. Continue to seek ways to push my boundaries and explore my limits

Back from the B... Clan get-together (now I can have a break!)

So, a week of enforced proximity to lots of people is over. Well, I say enforced - I chose to go, but once there there was no realistic escape route for me. The B... Clan is made up of some truly lovely people (well, at least, I like my extended family members, so it's all good). But I definitely feel that this is one of those good things of which I can definitely have too much. It was truly great to see all those people again, and even to join in socially for a bit, but I arrived on Friday afternoon and by Tuesday I was all out of figurative spoons. I spent most of the rest of the week hiding in my bedroom playing my guitar or reading (a David Baldacci and a Ruth Rendell, if you're interested).

Even though it was tough, I am glad I did it (although this is definitely a "never again!" type of thing!) because I couldn't even have contemplated it a year ago. It's three and a half years since my breakdown and this feels like I'm finally fully operational again (or as close as I've ever been before or after). I'm an introvert. It was, at times, hell for me to be around so many people. But I did it, I didn't break down this time, I came back feeling well and healthy, and only once came close to tears (and even that was easily averted). So, yeah: feeling fine, just settling back in at my own home and private spaces, and recovering from the trial. Heck, I know top-class endurance athletes need to recover after a race or a game before they can go again, however much the enjoy it. This is kind of the same thing for me.

Best Xmas gift, definitely the DVD boxset of Firefly - I hadn't seen it before although I kept wanting to and somehow missing it when it was on telly - now I can choose when to watch and won't miss anything! I've kind of had mega-spoilers from having already seen Serenity but really there's enough here that is new to keep me very happy. I'll probably rewatch Serenity after this just to see what nuances I pick up now that I missed on previous viewings.

My father has a new codename on this blog, after the term used by my nephew (i.e. his grandson) to refer to him: "Papa".

I got to dance for the Wii, as Cyndi Lauper and Debbie Harry - I was also MC HAmmer for one go (I seemed to be the only guy willing to give it a whirl, so I was dancing off against the womenfolk most of the time).

This is the video I managed to get of the second half of our performance of "While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks", which involved the song being performed simultaneously to two different tunes commonly associated with it: "Lyngham" (often used for "Oh For A Thousand Tongues To Sing") and "Cranbrook" (better known as the tune of On Ilkla Moor Baht 'at) The B... Clan womenfolk (my aunts and mother) for whose shared maiden name the clan is known, being the more trained vocalists, and more deeply steeped in musical tradition (both ecclesiastical and secular) knew the former tune best, while the menfolk (including me) being well-educated by Yorkshire nationalist Papa, knew the latter tune rather more thoroughly, so the division of voices was largely by gender for those cultural background reasons.

By the last verse, I think we managed to get it together well enough for the potential of this concept to be apparent, but the quality of our performance was somewhat disrupted by the fact that our voices were affected by being close to laughter through most of it (and the fact that Papa is perhaps less talented at finding the pitch of a note than most).



I may also add some pictures at my tumblrs when I have sorted through the 180-odd snaps I took (what did we do before digital photography!? Posed more shots, IIRC, to be sure not to waste frames).

Tomorrow, I should have a post about New Year's Resolutions.

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Stress Fest

I now am halfway through an epic episode of high stress levels, although the good news is that the hard half is finished, and there should be a substantial payoff to be taken from the second half.

As mentioned a couple of weeks ago, I am going away to see my extended family (the "B[redacted] Clan" as we are known internally, though some members, by virtue of being members by marriage not birth, use a different name to refer to us). This will be from tomorrow (21st) and I get home on the 31st, so ten days - although only 7 of those will involve large numbers of people, the first 2 and last 1 will be just my parents and me. Still, as much as I love and enjoy being with my family, lots of people for 7 days at a time is going to be HEAVY stress load.

Not to mention the run-up to going away for that long, and the organisation to make sure I have enough clean clothes to take with me and to come home to.

However, that would normally only be a few days at most. What really made this the epic stress period in the run-up as well, is that I had to go to London for a job interview, too.

This is the pic I uploaded to Tumblr, which shows the starship landing clamps outside the building where I went for the job interview, with a landed flying saucer in the background. (Or, if you prefer, disused docking cranes and the Millennium Dome - but I think my version is more fun, so I'm saying that that's the real truth :-P )

The interview was to work on the Olympic Games in 2012, which even though it would probably be a basic customer service/admin role, it could be those things in terms of, for instance, making sure athletes get on the right bus to go to the right venue at the right time t take part in their event (kind of important, when you think about it!)

Travelling to an interview involves planning to make sure I have all the necessary paperwork (for instance, proof of ID and eligibility to work in the UK), that I know the timetables and how to get there on time - and then actually doing so! Making sure I have a freshly ironed shirt, and so on. Travelling to London, even more so on the travel arrangements; and also, making sure I have enough money to get there. Because it's a £20 round trip, and I get about £67.50 a week to live on (JSA), I also had to find out if I could get my travel expenses refunded. The London Organising Committee of the Olympic and Paralympic Games weren't going to refund costs (although if I get the job, they will reimburse travel costs for doing the work). So that meant going to the Jobcentre, who told me that I have to go to the RBLI folks who currently run my "Work Programme" (which comprises of advice on how to get back into work, mostly).

All of which interfered with my steady progress towards getting ready to go away for a family break.

Meaning that right now, I am wasting time typing about all this stress instead of doing any of the jobs that I need to get done today in order to be able to pick up my stuff tomorrow and go.

I am experiencing some of the uncomfortable physical symptoms of stress, with aching muscles (particularly my shoulders and upper back) and tensed hands and fidget-y feet and buttocks as no position feels properly comfortable. Julie Fast's book "Get It Done When you're Depressed" says to expect these symptoms and I do, and I know what they mean. Doesn't mean they'll go away just by knowing what they are! Typing, at least, keeps my fingers busy and the requirement of quite smooth movements to shift from one key to the next is helping to relax them a little. Soon, I will be going to the shop to get last-minute supplies, and hopefully that will have a similar effect on my feet, legs and buttocks.

But the worst thing is, just being ready and getting going will not be an end to the stress. As mentioned, there will be an ongoing payoff from the stress that s still to come, but it will still be there - I don't really expect much relief from the symptoms in the near future. The most relaxed I will be will be on the trains as I head up to my parents' home, and that's assuming the trains are running on time and don't have any problems.

The good news is: the last few years, I couldn't even have contemplated attempting attending one of these family Christmas gatherings. The fact that I'm here and undergoing all this stress is actually a measure of how well I'm doing generally in coping with depression and stress and so on.

It is also a measure of how much I enjoy my family's company that I think the stress is probably worth it, and I haven't bugged out and decided to stay here instead.

On the other hand, I will soooo be looking forward to getting home again and spending New Year's Eve and New Year nicely, quietly, and on my own. NYE parties? Always sound like a complete nightmare to me!

Sunday, 18 December 2011

Race, size and economics in "15 Million Merits"

**TRIGGER WARNING** for discussion of rape/coerced sex, and minimisation of its significance.

**SPOILERS** For Black Mirror episode 2 ("15 Million Merits")

NB: I'm going to use role-identifiers instead of character names - partly because I can't remember the names clearly, and partly because the allegorical nature of this episode seems to have made all the characters seem a little one-dimensional so that the names seem quite irrelevant (and how many times does it seem I used the word "seem" in this sentence?)

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Channel 4 are currently showing a miniseries called Black Mirror written by comedian and comment-maker, Charlie Brooker, and I have recently been catching up with the series online via 4oD.

Charlie Brooker is one of those people with whom I don't always agree, and sometimes get quite annoyed, but I respect his intelligence and generally I respect the principles behind his position (though not always). "Black Mirror" is described on 4oD as:

a suspenseful, satirical three-part mini-series that taps into collective unease about our modern world

The third episode will air later tonight.

Some general notes: both episodes so far have had an undercurrent of non-consensual sexual activity to them - in the first episode, called "The National Anthem", the central premise is that the Prime Minister is blackmailed by a hostage-taker into performing "an obscene act" on live television, otherwise a member of the royal family (who's presented as being a new "Princess Di" type of public icon) will be executed. In the second episode, the subject of this piece, the theme returns in a different form and I'll get to that later.

The episode's title is "15 Million Merits". Channel 4 describe it as, "a satire on entertainment shows and our insatiable thirst for distraction set in a sarcastic version of a future reality."

The set-up gives us some basic information: people live in cubicles where every wall is made of a large video screen. These present a virtual world (such as a virtual cockerel to wake you up in the morning) and also feed video games and television channels, or streams, to the inhabitant while he or she is there. Most interaction between people happens through their "doppels" - their avatars in the virtual world of these screens. However, periodically, adverts for other features such as the TV channels (and, in the male central character's case, these are often the porn channel called "Wraith Babes") will appear. Skipping these adverts costs merits. Covering one's face results in a high-pitched and loud "torture tone" and an angry red screen saying "view blocked, please resume viewing". These adverts also appear from time to time on surfaces that double as bathroom mirrors.

Another frequent advert is for "Hot Shot", which is the talent show of the society, a version of The X Factor, Britain's Got Talent, Next Top Model etc.

The majority of people's days are spent on exercise bikes arranged in large hallways in a vast building (it's hinted that there are other such buildings), and viewing another screen where the material advertised earlier can be viewed, or the cyclists can view a "rolling road" screen where their doppel cycles along a cartoon-like rendition of a country road. It eventually transpires that the exercise bikes generate the power to run the machinery on which the society depends, such as the lighting, computers and the ever-present video screens. Pedalling earns merits, which turn out to be the currency of this world. Everything else costs merits - food, avoiding adverts, viewing television, modifying one's virtual world and/or doppel - and centrally, appearing on "Hot Shot".

There are three strata in the society: the vast majority appear to be the cyclists. There are then above them, the media stars who do not have to pedal to earn their living (membership of this class can be won by impressing the judges on "Hot Shot"), and the service staff, who are people who ran out of merits due to not pedalling enough and consuming more than they could afford. They are an object of hatred and derision for the people who are in the pedalling class, and are marked out by having to wear yellow jumpsuits.

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This brings us to the first fail that bothered me about this episode. I am willing to believe that Mr Brooker's intention with this is to satirise the treatment of the unemployed and the attitudes towards fat people in today's society, but he seems to fall well short of his intended aim if that's true. There simply isn't enough criticism of the prevailing attitude in the society he's created to make that work, so instead it appears to support rather than detract from, the attitudes expressed. In the "15 Million Merit" society, fat people are fat because (a) they don't pedal hard enough (i.e. they're lazy and don't work or do exercise) and (b) they consume too much (i.e. overeat, or eat the wrong things). This means they end up with no merits, and therefore deserve to be despised for sponging off the hard work (pedalling) of the other people.

Unfortunately, those are the attitudes of a lot of people nowadays as well, and while I say again that I think Mr Brooker was trying to satirise that, I think he failed to criticise it. He does manage to highlight that the attitude exists, and that it is related to the way people view unemployment as well, but that alone does not count as helping; at no point is the attitude challenged or unpacked, and all the characters operate within the paradigm so that all speech reinforces the idea that it is okay to hate fat people for being lazy overconsumers.

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Back to discussing the fictional society. Almost all non-virtual items are disposed of as soon as possible, and it's implied that all foods are synthetic ("grown in a Petri dish"). The society thus appears to be entirely self-contained.

However, it's hinted at during the exposition phase of the programme that people come in from outside, and that the age of majority is 21 - you grow up somewhere else, and then at age 21 you are placed into the cycling halls. The "love-interest" character reveals that she had hoped to go to a different one (where she had a sister) but "there weren't any spaces there" (she's introduced as she replaces someone who runs out of merits and thus is relegated to cleaner duties). It's revealed at the very end of the programme that there are lush, green forests outside the building in which the protagonist lives.

That's all the information we're given.

The first thing that I notice is that it is extremely middle-class focussed. We get some hint about how the non-producing success stories live (the media class), but nothing about how the underclass (the cleaners) live, outside of their duties as cleaners. What matters is the virtual lives of the cyclists. I found myself wondering if, to a certain type of personality, the conditions (though not the hatred) of that life might not be preferable (since you could get away from the ever-present screens!)

The second thing that puzzled me was that there seemed to be no means of reproduction available. "Love-interest character" at the start makes reference to her parents (and there's that porn channel, to which I shall return) so we are led to believe that sex still happens in this society (babies are not grown in Petri dishes, apparently, or at least, are raised as though they weren't). However, there seems to be nowhere for it to happen, and nowhere for parents to raise their children. This implies that there is a fourth class of person in the society: the "child rearing class", and presumably there is a way in which one graduates from cycling to parenthood.

That leads to the third puzzle: what are the long-term prospects for the cyclists? Do they continue until they reach a certain age and then graduate to another mode of living conditions, or do they just keep going until they die of old age or are no longer able to pedal hard enough to pay for their food? We're told that Lead Character had a relative (brother, IIRC) who died and left him 15 million merits, but we're not told anything else about advancement, except the hint that the Hot Shot judges tell contestants that, "you'll never do anything else except ride a bike, unless you accept our offer".

I was particularly confused over the healthcare system in this society. Presumably people occasionally overdo things on the bikes and have muscle injuries. They might fall over and hurt themselves. We're shown Central Character becoming violent in his cubicle and eventually cutting himself on some broken glass of one of the screens. Injuries must happen, and some of those injuries might be serious enough to stop one pedalling for a while. What happens then? Also, given that everyone inhabits an enclosed space, what about infectious diseases? Cleaning duties and hygiene do seem to be a priority in the society (although left to the society's most hated inhabitants) but still, one would expect that viruses and bacteria still exist within the bodies of the inhabitants, and can be spread by various modes of infection including airborne. Given the close habitation in the cycling halls, it seems as though diseases such as influenza would spread astonishingly quickly through the population and could conceivably cause a vast shut-down of the power production!

The final question in my mind was simply, "is it possible to opt out of the system?" The apparent presence (revealed at the very end) of a verdant and apparently fertile world beyond the confines of the building seems to suggest that it would be at least feasible to exist and survive outside the realms of the society in which the story is set, so the question is whether there is a way out of the building and to survive (by hunting/gathering or by farming) in the world beyond it. Could you choose a real life over a virtual one? If yes, do people do so? if no, then why not? Arguably, of course, the media-obsessed world that Mr Brooker presents would never hear about those who did opt out; the people who run the streams would never let on that there could be another option. However, the question must surely have occurred to other viewers. There again, this might be like the "If I were a... then I'd..." trope, or the "Why didn't she just leave her abuser?" question. Maybe similar issues would be relevant to those living in the virtual society?

Now, I promised that I would talk about the theme of non-consensual sex, and the porn channel in "15 Million Merits". The astute will no doubt have already guessed that these are linked. Sadly, they are also linked by the word in the post's title that hasn't been addressed yet: race.

One of the key events in the story is when Love-Interest Character, having been gifted the 15M merit entry fee for Hot Shot by Central Character, sings in front of the judges.

The Black man on the judging panel, as soon as she steps into the spotlight, says something along the lines of, "get your tits out". It transpires in the following sequence that he is Mr Wraith, the owner of the Wraith Babes porn channel. My heart sank, though, at this presentation of a Black character (other than Central Character, who is also Black, but mostly seems to speak in a very cultured and "British" accent, and might be coded as "acceptable blackness"). My heart sank because this played so heavily into the stereotype of Black men as sexual predators.

After Love-Interest Character sings, she is told that she's above average but "there are no slots available for above-average singers". White Dude Judge says instead that "Mr Wraith's got it right. Your suggestion of worldly innocence would fit right in on his channel. You can go and be a Wraith Babe." It's at this point that she is given the ultimatum that she can ride the bikes for the rest of her life, or she can appear in porn. (We're not given any hint as to what happens to media people when people stop choosing to view their media, so what would happen to Love-Interest Character after she loses her sex appeal is not clear, so it's not obvious how much this offer really means.)

LIC is then pressured (people are pedalling to keep the spotlight on you and you're dithering, wasting their effort!) into accepting the deal, even though she's a shy and demure person (the very qualities the sexual violation of which are deemed attractive to the porn-viewing audience).

Now, sadly, the world we live in is such that porn, or sex work in general, is very much like that (see, for example, what I discovered from talking to some performers on Live Jasmin). This is Not Okay. Coerced sexual activity of any kind is not cool, even when the coercion is financial in nature. Even sex workers' rights campaigners want sex work to be voluntary!

So I feel comfortable in saying that the Love-Interest Character's coerced involvement in the porn industry of "15 Million Merits" is basically "rape as plot point". It's the advert for her debut porn video that triggers a reaction in Central Character (who no longer has enough merits to skip the advert) to drive the conclusion of the episode. Apart from that, we know absolutely nothing about her after she accepts the offer from Mr Wraith. We have no idea how she feels about her new life and her duties as a Wraith Girl. We have no indication of how it affects her. The only thing that matters is how it affects Central Character.

That made me very angry with Mr Brooker because, in his apparent attempt to satirise and criticise the porn industry, he has accepted the premise on which such exploitation is based. Love-Interest Character exists in the story only in terms of how she relates to the male characters (the two male judges, and Central Character), and not in any other way - such as being a person with her own will and direction (all the other characters are background characters anyway).

So there you have it: "Black Mirror: 15 Million Merits" - fail on race, sizeism, and gender issues. Raised some interesting hypotheticals about the society it presented.

"Cheerleading? That's Women's Work!"

Via Yahoo News:

A high school cheerleading squad from Michigan has been disqualified from competition because one of their members is a boy.

Before I go further, I should point out that, despite plenty of US media references that are ubiquitously available in the UK, the idea of cheerleading as a competitive sport seems a bit weird to me (I understand it more like Eliza Dushku's character in "Bring It On" does, who only joins the cheerleading squad at her new school because there's no gymnastics programme there). That said, taking the culture on its own terms, and accepting that it is a competitive sport - and going by those cultural references - I intend to comment.

The rule about school sports states that girls may compete on a boys' competitive athletic/sports team if there is no girls' option available, but boys may not compete on a girls' team if the opposite occurs. The reason for the rule, according to the governing body (MHSAA), is that, "Schools have adopted this position to preserve participation opportunities for the historically underrepresented gender."

Which is fine when you think about most sports and athletic activities played competitively. It is true that most sports have a heavy focus on the male forms of those games (to the extent that, this year, the BBC Sports Personality of the Year shortlist was ten names long, and consisted of ten men - see some commentry here).

That said, cheerleading appears to be an exception to that tendency. Any representation of cheerleading pretty much shows women or girls in the role (although there are male cheerleaders in Bring It On, the only explicit reference to them is derogatory, by a sleazy choreographer).

The boy at the centre of the current controversy had one sporting ambition: to be a cheerleader:

Brandon Urbas is like many other American teens: He spent much of his youth dreaming of being a high school varsity athlete. The only difference was the sport he hoped to compete in: Urbas wanted to be a cheerleader.

In 2011, Urbas achieved that dream, joining the St. Clair Shores (Mich.) Lakeview High varsity cheerleading team. Despite being the only male cheerleader on the squad, Urbas said everything was going swimmingly throughout the football season.

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"I cried," Urbas told WXYZ. "I felt like they were taking away my dream of being able to do it in college and getting scholarships."

The consequence of enforcing the rule in the way that the governing body has done is to say that cheerleading is women's work, that women alone should do. The classic response would be to say that this constitutes sexism against men, but that would be mistaken. This reinforces traditional gender roles, and specifically it reinforces women as the object of male gaze while diminishing their agency. How so? Because cheerleading is a form of display sport (like ice dance, or gymnastics): it's something you look at, but there is no purpose beyond the performance. When a football player (whether that's NFL, Football Association, RFU or RFL, Aussie Rules or Gaelic) performs a great-looking move, he or she may perform that with a mind to the viewers and make it look good, but the ultimate purpose is to score for the team (or prevent the other team from scoring). There is an intended effect on the world (or at least, the game's microcosm of the world). In a display sport, the only intended effect is on the viewer, to attract them and excite them aesthetically, but not to change the nature of the game's world.

By creating a clear divide in the gendered nature of cheerleading (girls do it, boys don't), the MHSAA is reinforcing the traditional divide in gendered roles: "boys do stuff, girls get looked at". It does so in the negative way: "boys don't get looked at", which is one of the themes that lies behind male-on-male reinforcement of homophobia, and such a deeply ingrained trope in the patriarchal memetic biosphere (memeosphere?) that it underlies a lot of the attitudes about dating and gender relations in general.

While the spirit behind the rule involved here seems very laudable, the decision to stick to the letter rather than that spirit seems to be somewhat less so.

One thing that is interesting to me, though, is this little snippet:

Urbas fit in with the rest of the squad, and he even said that the Lakeview football team had stepped forward to support him, offering "to get his back" if anyone taunted him or gave him trouble.

I mentioned homophobia in the above passage, but it looks as though at Lakeview, there is not much of a problem with (explicit) homophobia or transphobia, or of stereotyping around these things. The report doesn't actually say anything about people not assuming that Mr Urbas is gay or transgendered, but when you write a "discrimination" story, you usually want to get in as many "-isms" as possible, right? So perhaps it is instructive and encouraging that it also doesn't once mention that anyone did make those assumptions. I am tired of, and obviously from the fact that I am making these comments I am used to, having to say "desire to do X doesn't make you gay, except where X is 'get hawt with people of the same sex'" Stepping outside of defined gender roles also does not make one trans*. This time, I didn't need to say that with direct reference to the article, and hopefully that will become the norm in future so I don't have to (and so that this kind of "thankfully I didn't have to..." message becomes redundant and doesn't have to appear).

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

On being a Facebook holdout

Via Yahoo News, a piece by Jenny Wortham of the NY Times talks about the fact that Facebook are finding further growth more and more difficult, now that they have 2/3 of the US population signed up to the site. Some people, it seems, just don't want to be involved with it. Ms Wortham writes that they are now spending more effort (and advertising cash) on targeting Asia and Latin America. The main thrust of her piece, however, is looking at the various reasons people are giving for not signing up.

Since I am a Facebook holdout myself, this seems like an interesting topic to write about. I'm not a US citizen, but 58% of those online in the UK (and just under half the total population) are also members of Facebook, which is close enough - and I have certainly experienced some of the phenomena described in Ms Wortham's piece.

The first example was a man who encountered for the first time a woman who, by chance, happened to be a Facebook friend of some of his friends, and through that tenuous connection, he already knew a huge amount about her life and recent activities. That experience of knowing so much about someone despite never having talked to them, or even met them, before - freaked him out, and he quit the site.

Developing from this, Ms Wortham reports:

One of Facebook’s main selling points is that it builds closer ties among friends and colleagues. But some who steer clear of the site say it can have the opposite effect of making them feel more, not less, alienated.

“I wasn’t calling my friends anymore,” said Ashleigh Elser, 24, who is in graduate school in Charlottesville, Va. “I was just seeing their pictures and updates and felt like that was really connecting to them.”

To be sure, the Facebook-free life has its disadvantages in an era when people announce all kinds of major life milestones on the Web. Ms. Elser has missed engagements and pictures of new-born babies. But none of that hurt as much as the gap she said her Facebook account had created between her and her closest friends. So she shut it down.

And then there are the inevitable privacy concerns.

Those who study social networking say this issue boils down to trust. Amanda Lenhart, who directs research on teenagers, children and families at the Pew Internet and American Life Project, said that people who use Facebook tend to have “a general sense of trust in others and trust in institutions.” She added: “Some people make the decision not to use it because they are afraid of what might happen.”

Another reason for resisting is the "social overload" factor:

Erika Gable, 29, who lives in Brooklyn and does public relations for restaurants, never understood the appeal of Facebook in the first place. She says the daily chatter that flows through the site — updates about bad hair days and pictures from dinner — is virtual clutter she doesn’t need in her life.

“If I want to see my fifth cousin’s second baby, I’ll call them,” she said with a laugh.

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It is true for me that privacy is a major part of why I do not have a Facebook account. Given the nature and candour of some of my blog posts here, at And You Thought I Was Sweet? or on my tumblr, some people might find that a strange concern to have; but I at least try to keep my birth name out of the internet as far as practical, and try to maintain some kind of barrier between that and my use of Snowdrop Explodes as a name. There are, of course, things here that maybe it would not be comfortable for some of my family members to know about and perhaps a Facebook page on the "other" side of the divide would be better, but there are some real life people who straddle that divide in real life, who know me by both names, and whom maybe I would not want confusing how open I am here with how open I might wish to be on Facebook.

The point raised by Amanda Lenhart on this is an interesting one. It is true that I distrust many big organisations, especially those that are run with a profit motive. However, had Facebook done better with privacy in the past, then I might not be so sceptical about them now; also, had I the option to choose a pseudonym, I might feel more secure about my privacy and the ways I choose to live my life. This is a case of feeling that Facebook have lost my trust, rather than starting from a position of distrust. However, having seen reports of similar issues with sites such as Fetlife, I am inclining much more strongly towards distrust as the default stance.

However, my strongest reasons for being a Facebook holdout are closest in kind to those of Ashleigh Elser and Erika Gable.

I like the closeness I get from talking to folks on the telephone, or even from writing personalised emails to friends, family, etc. I don't particularly like the idea of having updates flashing up from all over the place, and I especially don't like the idea of updates flashing up from people I hardly even know! I am pretty strongly introverted, and so my comfort sphere in terms of friendship is to be close-knit and small. To be regarded as my friend, rather than just an acquaintance, takes a lot of time and trust, and shared experiences/talking about life, the universe, and whatnot. Most people I know, even most people I am quite close to, are still "acquaintances" in my mind, although I might in casual conversation call them "friends", imitating the way I see other people sue that term. But to "friend" someone on a site, I pretty much need to feel like I know them reasonably well, and have some basis for trusting them at least on the acquaintance level. Even that circle of contact is a pretty limited sphere, and that's the way I like it thankyouverymuch.

I kind of feel like to get very much use or value out of being on Facebook, I would need to put in more information about myself than I am comfortable with doing, and I would need to "friend" more people than I have any interest in befriending. I really don't need to know that stuff.

This is a variant on why I won't use Twitter (I actually signed up for it, but decided against using it). I am convinced that if I actually used it, then I would have no time or braincells left for anything else - or, there would be so few people I could be bothered following that I would get almost no use out of it. Plus, I really don't feel the need to update the universe on my doings throughout the day! If there's something interesting that happened and I want to share it with people, then I will phone, text or email the people I want to share it with.

Both Facebook and Twitter are, for me, "virtual clutter" that I don't need in my life (to borrow the phrasing of Ms Gable, quoted above).

Ms Wortham's piece then discusses the consequences that some folks experience from not being on Facebook:

Will Brennan, a 26-year-old Brooklyn resident, said he had “heard too many horror stories” about the privacy pitfalls of Facebook. But he said friends are not always sympathetic to his anti-social-media stance.

“I get asked to sign up at least twice a month,” said Mr. Brennan. “I get harangued for ruining their plans by not being on Facebook.”

I have had this too, although nowhere near as often as Mr Brennan describes (perhaps because I have such a small circle of friends anyway). However, my response is pretty direct, and yes, I have said this to people before:

"If it matters to you that I be there, then you'll take the time to remember I'm not on Facebook, and make sure you invite me by some other means. If it doesn't matter that much to you, then I probably don't want to be there anyway."

I imagine that I could lose friends like that, if I weren't so restrictive in whom I will count among my friends. It may be that the small size of my friends circle is in part because of this type of attitude, and people misreading it as aloofness or arrogance. It isn't either of those things, it is introversion (or even, in some people's terminology, "lonership"). I am happier on my own, and always will be, even though I do enjoy company every so often, and in manageable doses. So if I am not particularly wanted, then I am probably happier not being a part of a gathering or event where (I feel as though) I am only really there to "make up the numbers" to suit the hosts. If you want me, then make me feel wanted - I don't need to be the centre of attention (in fact, lonership/introversion being my thing, I will probably just want to sit in a corner on my own for most of it!) but I do want to feel like I am contributing something that is valued. For want of better words, it basically boils down to, "I want to feel wanted" (see also, my attitude on dating and who does the chasing...). There is also the fact that, for me, attending any kind of social gathering requires heavy effort, and frankly, I'd like there to be some kind of effort made in return to acknowledge that and show that it's valued that I should do so - inviting me personally, instead of by some general Facebook update, goes some way to making me feel that.

Susan Etlinger, an analyst at the Altimeter Group, said society was adopting new behaviors and expectations in response to the near-ubiquity of Facebook and other social networks.

“People may start to ask the question that, if you aren’t on social channels, why not? Are you hiding something?” she said. “The norms are shifting.”

This is something that I have already seen referenced a few times on the dating blogs that I read nowadays, with some people thinking it's some kind of "red flag" if a potential date doesn't have (or at least, says they don't have) a Facebook account, because of that feeling, "what are they trying to hide?"

As it happens, the article mentions this, with Erika Gable (quoted above) saying that it's the one thing she does use Facebook for - she gets friends to look up her potential date for her! On the other hand, Chris Munn says that it's easier to date because you still have stuff to talk about to find out about each other, instead of reading it all on Facebook beforehand.

As discussed, I kind of am hiding something by not being on Facebook, but I'm open about that, and by the time any potential date is genuinely a potential date and not just "some woman I emailed on OkCupid/Plentooffish/some kink site", then it's likely that Google will have brought her here already, or I will have volunteered the link myself (on the kink sites, I actually offer the link already, since the kink stuff is the main thing I hide and the fact it's a kink site pretty much tells the would-be date that I'm kinky already!)

I also kind of view it as a screening technique: in a version of the "I want to be wanted" argument used for expecting folks to let me know by other means that they want me at their party or event, I feel as though not having a Facebook account is a way of making sure that those potential dates that progress to being actual dates actually care about me as a person, and aren't just looking to tick things off a checklist before deciding, "you'll do!" I like to talk a lot before going on a date, either by email, IM or telephone, so if you have your checklist handy then you can try to do it that way. I just want the personal touch, to feel like it is actually me you're interested in.

So, there you have it: I am not on Facebook, partly out of concern for privacy but mostly because I prefer the personal contact of actually talking or writing to someone.

Tuesday, 13 December 2011

On the benefits the rich really get from paying higher tax

Over the weekend, I watched on iPlayer Nick Robinson's programme "Your Money and How They Spend It", which was a look at the UK budget and why there's a deficit. In the first programme, he looked at government spending, and in the second he looked at taxation. It's the second programme that I intend to discuss here.

I have a fairly dim view of Nick Robinson's analytic skills, and my usual reasons for that view were again on show in this programme, and that's why I wanted to write about it. The reason being that the errors of analysis that Mr Robinson makes are pretty common in people's thinking. For those whose education or jobs don't cover these sorts of matters, that may be excusable, but Mr Robinson is the Political Editor for the BBC's news service, and might be expected to have a broader and more in-depth understanding of these things than most.

A brief synopsis of the programme may be helpful to provide the context for my criticisms and thoughts.

Mr Robinson opened by describing tax as "governments asking us to give them money, for them to give to other people". (This is my first point of contention.)

He then showed a computer graphic illustration of where the UK government gets its tax revenue:

    The Big Three:
    • Income Tax
    • National Insurance
    • VAT
  • Corporation Tax
  • Fuel Tax
  • "Sin" taxes:
    • alcohol
    • tobacco
    • etc.
  • Council Tax (based on size of property)
  • Stamp Duty (percentage of house sale price)
  • Inheritance Tax

He also mentioned something to do with air travel, but I don't actually know the name of the tax involved there.

He gave a history of income tax, and how it was originally a "temporary" tax introduced to plug a budget deficit brought about (IIRC) by some war or other.

After that, he discussed who we mean when we talk about "the rich". In a "vox pops" piece (with my usual caveat and scepticism that any clips of someone saying the wrong thing is left on the cutting room floor), it transpired that most people at Newbury racecourse (a place populated by people in very expensive-looking suits, it seemed) seemed to think that "rich" was always someone else whose income was higher than their own. When presented with a range of options, most people seemed to think that being "rich" meant an income of around £120,000.

This is interesting, when taken in conjunction with the 1% versus 99% message that the Occupy movement(s) use, because it turns out that only 1% of the UK population earns £120k or more.

He then gave another graphic this time showing the proportions of incoe tax revenue provided by those segments of the population above or below certain income levels:

  • less than £10k - 0.5% of income tax revenue
  • Bottom 90% of earners - 47% of income tax revenue
  • More than £48k (top 10%) - 53% of income tax revenue
  • Top 1% (i.e. £120k+) - 27% of income tax revenue

This is remarkably close to the graphic I saw on one Occupy leaflet about how the wealth in the UK is divided up (a quarter to the top 1 % another quarter to the rest of the top 10%, and half for the bottom 90%) Without having the leaflet to hand, I can't check what their source was, and it might have been the same.

Mr Robinson then discussed proposals for taxes to help plug the deficit. First, the idea of a higher top rate of income tax, for the extremely rich. The debate, said Mr Robinson, was more about "what it says about Britain" to introduce such a tax, than how much the tax would actually raise. Those arguing for it said that it "says Britain stands for fairness", those arguing against it said that it "say Britain is against aspiration and rewarding success". (This is another point I intend to discuss).

The ways that tend to get used are more often targeting the "comfortably off" - that next 9%, effectively. Often, these involve cutting benefits such as child benefit that are received by these families.

After that, Mr Robinson explained about National Insurance (NI), and VAT (where the rules now extend to 3,000+ pages concerning which items are liable for VAT and which are exempt).

Mr Robinson showed us another graphic, taking the 10%-wide income bands and showing what proportion they paid of tax revenue against what they received from the government in direct benefits, and in pensions, healthcare and so on. Not surprisingly, the top 10% of earners paid in massively more (as a proportion of the whole) than the rest, but received somewhat less in benefits, healthcare entitlement, etc. Mr Robinson stated that the bottom 60% receive more than they pay, but the top 10% pay 5 times what they put in. This is the point over which I have the strongest disagreement, and the main focus of the argument I wish to make in this post.

Finally, Mr Robinson talked about tax avoidance, and how extremely wealthy individuals can afford to spend time overseas to avoid tax liability in this country, and big business can afford to make their affairs and accounts so unfathomable that it becomes almost impossible for politicians and civil servants to track the money down and thereby tax it.

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I highlighted three things I wanted to discuss from that, which were Mr Robinson's assertions that:

  • "Tax are the way that governments take money from one and give it to another, maybe even back to us when we're unable to work, or sick, or old."
  • The top 10% put in 5 times what they get out

I also wanted to address the argument that high rates of tax for the very richest people send a message that "discourages aspiration".

I'll start with "aspiration".

Many people aspire to be successful sportspeople. Obviously, the fact that the most successful sportspeople are paid enough to put them in the top 1% (and probably top 0.01%, though that's just a guess from me) i part of the attraction, but we'll look at the aspiration to excellence to start with, and deal with aspiration to financial success a little bit later on in this analogy.

Now, someone aspiring to be successful as a sportsperson needs to practice, and train, and work hard to achieve success. The level of success is generally contingent upon the amount of effort (work) that one puts into it. Professional sportspeople have to treat their sport as a full-time job, because that is what it is: it's how they earn their money.

Now, consider this: For each extra unit of effort you put into your training and playing, do you expect to gain the same amount of advancement? I think probably not. I think, you expect it, in general, to cost more effort for the next level of advancement up the rankings in your chosen sport. I think, when you reach the top, you are putting in the same amount of effort, but only making very small advances in your performance and success levels (but knowing that if you didn't train and practice, you would lose it all).

Is it not fair, then, to think that maybe after the first £100,000, it might be a bit harder to get the same advance in pay after tax? But why would that discourage aspiration, or the drive to financial success? Just because it costs more to get more? But that is the same whatever your chosen field of aspiration. I chose sports above, but I could just as easily have chosen musicianship or any other field of endeavour. Do some people give up their aspirations to sporting prowess because it is hard? Of course! Do some people give up their ambitions of a musical career because it is difficult to make it? Definitely! (Or they seek a short-cut by applying for talent shows...) Does that mean that these fields "discourage aspiration"? Bollocks! Of course it doesn't! How absurd!

And that's why I give that argument short shrift.

On to Mr Robinson's statements. In a way, my contention with them both is the same concern. Mr Robinson treats us as atomised individuals operating utterly independently of one another, except for this curious system of transfer called "the government", that "takes from one" and "gives to another, or back to us". It seems as though we have no other contact with one another except that, in the political worldview that Mr Robinson inhabits.

This, incidentally, is the thesis that underlies modern free market or "liberal" capitalism, the idea that we are all separate and independent of one another, only meeting in order to trade. Capitalism defies the purest exposition of free market economics in various ways (and the requirements of no hidden costs, and perfect information, also make FME impossible to achieve in real life) but the idea is still the same. It is disappointing, and frustrating, that a political editor for a highly-respected news business such as the BBC's news, should be so blinkered as to believe that this is the only way things can be. It is not surprising that the general populace should believe it, because capitalist hegemony makes it hard to see outside of the box, but for someone whom one would expect to have some knowledge of other political viewpoints (even if he didn't share them personally) to present it that way is just shoddy work.

So, what's the alternative? Well, Marx and Engels wrote passages that reflect this concept, and I know other philosophers before them touched on these ideas as well. We can start with the oft-quoted line from John Donne, "No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;" By interacting with others, we are woven together and could not exist fully but for the existence of others. Indeed, these days, we could not continue existing but for the efforts of others. We rely on others' work to provide us with the benefits of living in a society. We are not an archipelago, but a great continent woven together by common experience and - yes - by common trade.

What that means is that none of anyone's income is theirs alone, by their own efforts produced. All of us depend upon the effort of someone else to be able to earn a living.

Taxation is not "taking from one to give to another", but rather, is the cost of keeping society functioning so that we can enjoy the results of living in society.

In his first programme, Nick Robinson did not just talk about pensions, healthcare, and the benefits system (although he talked a lot about those things). Taxes also pay for defence, for policing, for infrastructure, education (without which, of course, there would be no healthcare, and precious few highly-paid jobs!) and so on.

Take away the roads and rail, and suddenly your money counts for very little. Take away the defence or police and just anyone could come and take over. Take away the education service, and sooner or later you'll find that there's no one to help you stay alive, or at least, no one able to get you what you want (because they don't know how). Some time ago now (several years, I think), the comedian Jo Brand appeared on Question Time along with a bunch of politicians. They were debating taxation, based on a question from the audience. Jo Brand made one remark that has stuck with me ever since: "Taxes aren't there to punish us. They're so that the government can buy us nice things." Now, we might think that the things they buy for us are not up to scratch (for instance, the NHS computer system that was recently abandoned after the people who designed it botched to job) and we might be angry that tax revenue is thus being "wasted", but that doesn't make taxation a bad thing. And, let's be honest, what makes any of us think that we are better at avoiding cock-ups such as buying the wrong sort of tea by mistake, or failing to get the very best possible bargain on light bulbs? It's just that when a government does it, it tends to involve sums that make the mind boggle, instead of just £2.50 or whatever.

And we all know that bulk, wholesale, purchases tend to be cheaper than buying things at retail prices. That's one reason why we have a government so that we can club together and get those nice things at wholesale prices. When people buy private healthcare or education, what they are really doing is buying retail instead of wholesale, and paying over the odds (this is another topic, for another post, however).

Taxation isn't really about the transfer from one individual to some other individual(s). It's about the membership fees for a club - Club UK, if you like. Membership of this club comes with certain benefits, among which are the benefits of having a relatively safe place to do business of various kinds, and the maintenance of a functioning society that makes it beneficial to carry out those businesses.

So, what do rich people (that top 1% earning £120k or more a year) actually "get back out" of government, when they pay in their top rate taxes?

Well, it's not just the benefits, healthcare entitlement, pensions etc. It's not just the defence and the police. It's not just the infrastructure. It's everything they get as a result of those things being in place. In short, it is everything they earn from any business conducted in the UK. Whether that's by salary, or investment, or whatever. What you get out is, in fact, everything that you didn't pay in.

When you look at the excess not just over the tax costs, but of the "what you get out" over "what it costs to stay alive" then the proportion of income that can be spent on luxuries becomes much greater. Some people tend to add in a much bigger food bill, but that's because the nature of the foods they are buying are luxury rather than necessity.

When you get vastly more out, and when what you get out is actually greater in proportion to your other costs, it seems perfectly fair that a greater proportion of that should go to helping the club that benefits you disproportionately compared to the rest of its members, running.