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Freedom of Choice

Yesterday Judge Loretta Preska’s decision in the Bloomberg LP discrimination suit was announced.  I, a tried and true feminist, cheered.  Today, not surprisingly, the National Organization of Women and the American Civil Liberties Union are “disappointed.”  And I ask myself; “when did equality come to mean ‘special’? when did freedom of choice come to mean ‘having it all?'”  When did we stop being grown-ups?

The workplace is not the sandbox.  There is little sharing or fair play at work.  If you can’t contribute to the building of the sandcastle in a meaningful way, you’re outta the box. 

At the heart of the Bloomberg LP discrimination suit, is how the organization treated its female employees who availed themselves of maternity leave.  The workers felt, but were not able to prove, that they suffered because of choosing parenthood.  Before you even start composing the angry email, let me clarify my position.  Parenthood is a choice and children need loving capable care.  The second wave of feminism (in my estimation) championed the right of a woman to manage her own reproduction and to be treated fairly in the workplace.  It is a wonderful state of affairs (again, in my estimation) that women can actually make choices about what works for them throughout the course of their lives.  But let us be perfectly clear; these are CHOICES.  The very nature of choice is that something is preferable over another thing.  “Having it all” is the anthem of a child, not of a grown person.  Having it all does not just speak of ill-mannered greed, but of a complete misunderstanding of how limited we are all as people.  We can not be all things to all people all the time.  It is foolish to even try.

I believe that yesterday’s verdict should be seen as a victory.  We acknowledge that it is a massive undertaking to care for a child, it may even take a village.  However, that village should be self-selecting and not police state forced upon one’s co-workers or boss.  The judge, in siding with Bloomberg LP, is in essence saying; “women are no different than men in the workplace.  what matters is your productivity not your gender.”  I say hurrah.

 
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Posted by on August 20, 2011 in Cultural Critique

 

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I’ll Have What She’s Having

Have you noticed the latest fall-out from the “restaurant as theatre” syndrome?  It seems now an expectation that the selection and consumption of food should be a communal experience.  Forks fly and plates are shuttled back and forth in an attempt to “try” as many menu items as possible.  To me this is somewhat tantamount to talking during a performance.  Please be quiet and please remove your fork from my plate.  I’d like to enjoy what I’ve selected without interruption please.

I am not anti-communal dining.  I enjoy a good potluck or buffet.  However there is something intrinsically self indulgent about dining out.  Perhaps it is just my emotional make-up that makes me relish having someone prepare something for me that I know I’ll enjoy.  I’m not interested in experiencing other people’s personal tastes or selections.  I would like just 30 minutes or so to enjoy exactly what I asked for.  Considering how rarely I dine out, I don’t feel too Veruka Salt saying this.

In the interest of full-disclosure, I’ve never been that great at group endeavors.  I failed at the one-week session of Girl Scout day camp, begging my mother to allow me to quit.  I was asked to leave Brownies after being inconsolable upon learning there would be no actual brownies.  The very idea of a sorority made my chest constrict.  I never did the “summer share.”  In fact my number one goal as a young adult was to rid myself of roommates and live alone.
Before one makes the logical conclusion; “sociopath!!!!” let me assure you, I am very socially functional and a good little sharer.  I toss books, clothes, shoes and advice, hither and yon.  I take great pleasure in the daily opportunities there are for human kindness.
But when it comes to mealtime, I’m not sure I’ve ever graduated past the Bread and Jam for Frances phase of life.  I (and my sister for that matter) could eat the same thing everyday for the remainder of our solid food lifetimes.  My packed lunchbox is as exciting to me as a Faberge Egg.  All morning I look forward to the predictable contents.  And for the record, I have been known to share some of it as well.

I’m just not that interested in what others choose to eat.  Make no mistake, I am thrilled to be invited to a homemade meal or catered affair.  I am not harboring any Howard Hughes idiosyncrasies about what I ingest.  It’s just that when I dine out, if it isn’t too much to ask, I’d rather not have the table turn into a giant lazy susan.  All personal food choices aside, isn’t it simply more civilized to not play Red Rover, Red Rover over a white tablecloth?

 
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Posted by on August 20, 2011 in Cultural Critique

 

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Hot Town

Back of my neck getting burnt and gritty

When I was 6, we moved to Brooklyn on the 1st of July.  We were welcomed by the sound of illegal fireworks.  Day and night.  For a week.  That was my introduction to the very uniqueness of summers in the city.  My little suburban self knew nothing of italian ices, ice cream men, fruit men, and perhaps the most magical of all; the carnival ride man.  Actual rides (hopefully) bolted onto trucks would arrive on our block.  Real rides!  It was a step beyond awesome. 
On the more sweltering of days, a grown-up would open the hydrants for us.  The braver and older of us, would charge right into the spray.  The smaller and lighter-weight of us, played in the puddles.

We moved out of the city the following winter, but I still think of these city summer hallmarks.  They mingle with the images of people sleeping on fire escapes and sunbathing on tar roof, and the mass of humanity at Coney Island.

Yesterday I experienced a brand new (to me) summer in the city phenomenon.  It was about 87 degrees (not sweltering, but a breeze would have been nice.)  I made my way into the subway (at a location I had never frequented) and saw grown men (18-35 years) using the subway platform as a clubhouse.  Some had brought folding chairs.  Now what is still so puzzling about choosing to hang out on a subway platform, is that we were all of 2 blocks from Riverside Park.  What kind of bet do you think they lost?  Do they do this every day?  Perhaps only on weekends?  Did I mention that there wasn’t a cloud in the sky?  I’m so very puzzled.

 
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Posted by on August 20, 2011 in Cultural Critique

 

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Table Manners

Celebrity interviews seem to always include a question about celebrity itself.  This question is answered more often than not with the wholesale disingenuous; “Well, it does get me a good table in a restaurant.”  No doubt this reply has become shorthand for; “I am hesitant to admit what we all know, which is in fact that I am worthy of special treatment.”  Okay, that’s fine.  I have no issue, per se, with self-delusion.

What does baffle me, is what in the world a “good table” is?  For me it means; clean, not directly under the air conditioning or speaker system, non-teetering and the right size for the party.  But I think it means something entirely different in this context.  Recently I watched a (current) movie in which a diva character pitched a fit about not being at a “good table.”  I’ve even had dining companions make reference to “getting a good table.”  Clearly, once again, I am socially clueless.

I am almost certain that there are few if any tables actually by the kitchen door.  (I’m thinking of the night club scenes in On The Town and certain Carol Burnett sketches.)  So what then is the criteria for a “good table” and what exactly does it have to do with the dining experience?  I suspect perhaps it has something to do with visibility?  But this is where it gets tricky.  To be seen or not to be seen, that is the question.

If you consider yourself a celebrity, is being seen a plus?  Can’t being too visible threaten one’s air of elusiveness?   Doesn’t being front and center in a venue filled with one’s lessers merely tempt intrusion and hangers on?  Or is a “good table” one in fact that allows a peaceful dinner, similar to those had by mortals?  If so, wouldn’t the party be better served in private (a la Nicky Arnstein?)

Perhaps it means nothing.  A temporary and disposable bon mot meant to fill a void.  If you look at a paper moon long enough…

 
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Posted by on August 20, 2011 in Cultural Critique

 

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The Uncle Junior Defense

Schadenfreude aside, it’s hard not to be somewhat mesmerized by the Murdoch debacle.  Media is a religion for this family.  Manipulating the story and being the story seems to be their raison d’etre.  Just weeks before this story broke, and people “resigned” both the Murdoch family and Mrs. Murdoch III, had lavish puffy stories (with tons of ink and tons of glam photos) in posh magazines.  Much was made  of Rupert edging his son towards competency with the impending Sky television deal (think: Time Warner.)  He seemed to be pulling the strings just so, to make it appear that James was in fact a good business person.Now fast forward.  A week.  I have only watched mere seconds of the questioning, but what I have seen makes me wonder if Rupert is trying to set the stage for an Uncle June defense.  Seeming flustered when questioned  and in need of rescue, this 80 year old mogul is giving the impression of being frail.  I’m not saying a pie prank was staged, but if it had been, it certainly would make sense.If in fact, during the span of two weeks, Rupert has become terribly terribly unwell, I am sorry.  But if, as I suspect, he may be headed for the Uncle June defense, I have to ask: as a media mogul, shouldn’t he know that other people have watched the Sopranos too?

 
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Posted by on August 20, 2011 in Cultural Critique

 

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