What you see below is the last picture we took as a professional photographer. I am now retired. Well, okay, officially not until midnight New Year’s Eve, but for all practical purposes, this is it. And, just as there was a story to my first professional picture, there’s a story to this one. Typing it out, though, felt bland. So, I’ve put that story on this week’s podcast on Old Man, Talking. You’ll find the whole explanation there as well as a brief discussion of what comes next.
As we’ve said a couple of times recently, thank you for your many years of support. We move on now thankful for all the friends we’ve made, the lives we’ve touched, and the beauty we’ve brought to the world. Goodbye.
There’s nothing particularly sexy about the average set of stairs in the average house. Sure, there are some wonderfully exotic staircases in special places around the world, but when it comes to the normal subdivision in the typical suburban neighborhood, the stairs are designed to be utilitarian, not statement pieces. Occasionally, especially this time of year, one might see a banister decorated a bit, giving the staircase its only bit of pizazz, but the rest of the year we hardly think of them beyond how tiring it is having to go up and down them all the time.
All that changes, however, when one places one of our favorite blondes on the staircase and then steals her clothes. Okay, we didn’t actually steal her clothes. She had already disposed of them before we got to this point. Still, one shouldn’t be the least bit surprised at the degree to which such a lovely body lends a whole new perspective to a set of stairs. Suddenly, they’re more than just a means of conveyance from one floor to the next. They’re an attractive and interesting frame for an incredibly sexy figure.
Staircases all over the world long for this kind of attention, this moment in the sun when they’re not being trampled upon by mindless feet that didn’t bother wiping off the mud first. In a world filled with mediocrity and boredom, an event like this is a distant dream for most staircases. Sure, we wish we could put an attractive naked person on every staircase in every home, but the chances of that are too slim and, quite honestly, there’s no way we could photograph them all.
Until there is more sexiness on more staircases, this photoset will have to make do in providing you the kind of multilevel entertainment you desire. Click on a thumbnail to see the image full screen and enjoy the view.
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Critical facts and figures are included here
Reading is important. There’s no valid argument against it. Study after study, over 100 years worth of examination, reiterate the value not only of learning to read well but reading often. There’s no substitute for the endless advantages that come from reading. The case has been made for so long, it’s difficult to consider why everyone isn’t walking around with a book in their hands. In a way, you could. Smartphones are perfectly capable of storing and presenting ebooks that you could read anywhere it’s appropriate for you to be looking at your phone. Some ebook apps will even read it to you if you’re driving and don’t want to put it down.
Yet, somehow, too many people can’t read, and of those who can, too few bother. Adults under age 45 are barely reading at all and when they do, it’s something short. The result is not merely a level of incredible ignorance, but a severe danger to the world as a whole. People who can’t read misinterpret street signs, don’t read instructions, aren’t aware of medical information, and miss important life-saving information. The statistics are in the video so I won’t repeat them here.
So, we thought we’d offer a little encouragement. You see, it turns out that reading fiction is one of the best things you can do for your brain, and yes, erotic fiction counts. Go ahead, picture those steamy moments in your mind. Perhaps you might even recreate them with a consenting partner. As you do, you increase critical neurological skills and may even ward off some forms of dementia. The ways in which we benefit from reading are neverending.
And by all means, never miss an opportunity to read with a unicorn.
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You’ll want to view full screen with the sound on.
The end of a long day. You’re alone, no one else in the house. A little soft music, a relaxing drink, perhaps a light snack. The clothes you’ve been wearing all day weigh you down. You slip out of them, putting them in the growing pile of laundry. You have a couple of hours before anyone else is home. You stretch out on the chaise, relax, and release the stress that has plagued you all day. The important stuff will still be there later. For now, you need some time for mental healing and this is exactly what the doctor prescribed, or would have if doctors actually prescribed common-sense tactics.
As a society, we spend too little time giving our bodies a break. We don’t stop to think about how the many layers we wear contribute to the emotional weight we feel bearing down on us. We censor ourselves, our bodies, and deny ourselves the quiet, alone, naked time that we need to decompress. There are benefits not only for our mental health but physical health as well. Give your skin a chance to breathe, maybe apply some hydrating lotion while massaging your limbs.
Sure, you may want to be dressed before the kids get home, depending on your family dynamic. In-laws coming for dinner? Yeah, you don’t need the stares. But for now, this moment is yours. Take it. Drink it in. Shed all the nonsense that inevitably builds up across the day. Breathe. Close your eyes. Enjoy the music. You’ve not just earned this moment, you need it. Claim it.
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I was admittedly seething with anger as I drove home after this photoshoot. We were working in an area I’ve shot at dozens of times over the past 15 years without incident. The only problems we’ve ever encountered were mud and high water. But this time, a woman jogging nearby saw our model and assumed she was underage and possibly there against her will. So, she called the police. The police proceeded to claim that we were on private property (we weren’t) and double-check that the model was of legal age (she’s 21 if you’re wondering and I have the requisite proof of age).
Once I calmed down a bit, I had to consider that what happened was a direct result of a reality with which I’m not directly involved. In the runner’s reality, the age gap between myself and the model was suspicious. In the runner’s reality, the model couldn’t be more than 12-14 years old. In the runner’s reality, the model had to be in danger. Therefore, in the runner’s reality, it was her responsibility to call the police.
Our realities are not shared. In my reality, I was shooting with a friend, someone I’ve shot before, someone who was excited about what we were doing. In my reality, the age gap was never an issue because there was no intention other than getting the best photos we possibly could. In my reality, we were having fun. In my reality, we both spoke to the runner as she passed, a greeting that was friendly and not the least bit aggressive or creepy.
So, as I struggled with how to capture all the emotions I still feel in looking at these pictures, the idea of creating a separate reality, a reality void of any ill intent on anyone’s part, a reality of music and love and peace, seemed appropriate. The result is a unique set of images that are unlike any I’ve shot in that location.
I do lament the loss of shooting there again. Given that we were watched all the way back to our vehicles until we both left, I’m not inclined to ever return to that area for any reason. While the area is one of the most beautiful in town, I don’t need the potential harassment. This is the last set of images I’ll shoot along the White River.
And so we move on to a new reality, one created by new experiences and understanding. Whether it is better than the old reality remains to be seen.
Enjoy the photos.
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No big mystery here. No need for profound comment. Although, in a funny sort of way, this is almost like an artistic “Where’s Waldo?” There’s a nipple in every picture. Some are obvious, others not so much. Can you find all of them?
Click on any image below to view the set full-screen. Do it. Don’t make me cry.
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Anyone with kids knows that there are times when you just have to turn them loose outside and let them play—run out all the excess energy that’s been building up inside their little bodies. We hit that point with our little ones recently so we tossed em in the car, butts first, and drove to the nearest facility durable enough to handle their rowdiness. Upon arriving, we opened the doors and watched as they ran with abandon, like a couple of puppies let off their leash. They played until they were thoroughly exhausted, which takes about 10 minutes according to them, and then made them play for 50 minutes more, which they considered torture.
Being that it was World Photography Day, I decided that this would be a good opportunity to take some pictures of the munchkins as a reminder that there really are moments in their lives when we’re not tempted to duct tape them to a wall. The problem with that plan is that the playground is delightfully covered in shade, which is a benefit for everything except taking good, crisp photographs. At least, such is the case with my camera. I understand newer cameras don’t have as much a noise issue in low light as do older ones. I’m not blessed with a newer camera, though, because people like you aren’t giving me any money. Such is life.
Why do we need clear, crisp photos all the time, anyway? Okay, it’s understandably frustrating when we have one chance to get a final shot of great-aunt Matilda before she ventures off into the great scented-candle-beyond and her face is blurred. Or, at least, we think it’s blurred. What we miss, though, in our fanatical insistence on overly sharp-focused photographs is the alternative translation of shape and form that takes place when we allow motion to happen. Shapes morph and features change giving us a different perspective on a world that never stops moving.
So, we let motion happen. We set apertures tight and shutter speeds low and tried to stay still and let the motion happen. Of the 19 photos below, that approach worked in all but one. For that one, which is instantly recognizable, I apparently moved in the opposite direction of the child. The result is a photo that looks as though it has had a paint stroke filter applied. I assure you that hasn’t happened.
For the sake of reference, we’ve included the aperture and shutter speed settings with each photo. Click on any of the images below to view the full-sized set. Then, go out and give it a try for yourself. You might be surprised by what you see.
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[dropcap]Mowing the lawn is the one summer chore I detest the most. I’m not a huge fan of any summer chore, mind you, because, being summer, they almost always entail excessive perspiration, dehydration, and exhaustion. Lawn mowing is worst, though, because it kicks up dust and pollen, makes a mess of my shoes and pants cuff, and has to be repeated far too frequently, depending on the amount of rainfall. I can think of more pleasurable ways to spend my summer.[/dropcap]
I have to admit, though, once I’m done I like the way the lawn looks. When I step to the kitchen window and look out first thing in the morning, I like seeing the bright green grass neatly trimmed; it makes me feel good about myself and my life. That image, once lodged in my mind, creates this sort of fantasy that mowing the lawn isn’t really all that bad. I do have help, after all, and unlike a golf course, we don’t have to mow daily. Our lawn is fairly flat, no steep grades like some have. If I were asked, I would likely recommend lawn mowing to almost everyone and I’d illustrate it with a picture like the one above. On an ultimately superficial level, lawn mowing is sexy, desirable, and one might claim it is a gesture of noble citizenship.
So why do I hate mowing the lawn so much?
Because the reality of the act is so very different from the fantasy. I’m not a 20-something attractive young woman out getting a tan while pushing the mower across the lawn. I’m a fat, diabetic old man who has to guard his exposure to the sun to avoid the skin cancer that ultimately killed my father. How mowing the lawn looks and feels holds little resemblance to the fantasy the picture creates.
Such deceptions, whether intentional, accidental or born of ignorance, are not limited to lawn mowing. We have created a society based on more than two thousand years of longing for a fantasy that doesn’t exist. From our form of government to our economic system of Capitalism to the social underpinnings of the Internet, we have bought into an idea that not only doesn’t exist but, given the basic fallacies of humanity, cannot exist without radically altering who and what we are. As a result, these institutions we’ve created are repeatedly failing. We try desperately to cling to them, insisting that they are what is best for our world and our planet, but ignoring the harm they are doing.
All these concepts of an ideal world stem from our basic desire to want everything to be fair while simultaneously wanting our own situation to be just a bit better than everyone around us. We keep searching for a “level playing field” without any significant regard to exactly what happens when that field holds no tilt in one direction or another. The metaphor from which we begin is flawed, thereby flawing all the theories we build upon it.
Conceptually, a “level playing field” is a sports reference from the early part of the 20th century. Football teams were accused of creating a home-field advantage over their rivals by building up one portion of the field over another. The team could then use that tilt to their advantage in calling and running plays. The move, though never actually documented, was considered very unsportsmanlike and eventually, regulations were enacted to regulate field construction.
Underlying the fairness of the issue, however, was a fact that outdoor sports fields cannot be perfectly flat. Flat fields hold water. College and professional sports teams pay engineers hundreds of thousands of dollars to construct fields that are within the stated guidelines while facilitating enough slope to drain the field of rainwater. Even with all the modern advantages available to engineers, there remain many places where standing water has the ability to affect the outcome of a game.
A level playing field is not good. While it sounds as though it creates a situation that is fair to both sides, a level field doesn’t drain water, creating an atmosphere both difficult and dangerous for the players. Maintenance is more difficult as soil sours in standing water and dying grass has to be continually replaced. A flat, soft field, even without standing water, results in more divots of greater depth during play, resulting in a greater frequency of bone and muscle injuries.
For well over 2,00 years now, the crux of Western Civilization has been a desire to be fair, at least to the extent of however “fair” was defined by the people in charge. Go all the way back to ancient Greece, somewhere around 750 BCE or so. This is the general starting point from whence Socratic thought emerged. Here are the beginnings of our sense of what government, economics, and society should be. Plato has not yet written Republic, but the foundation leading to that tome is being built.
Here, among these ancient philosophers, a “good” person was defined by four virtues: Courage, Temperance, Justice, and Wisdom. While those qualities still sound desirable, our modern definitions would clash with those held by Socrates and Plato. They were looking at people who could put a lid on their impulses, were responsible for their debts, honest in their dealings, and respectful of knowledge. Such were the qualities expected not only from the ruling class but from general society as well.
From this definition of good people arose the concept of a democratic republic, a capitalistic economy, and a stable, well-educated society. Within these constructs, life would be fair for “good” people. Of course, only men were included in that original thought, but at least there was a path of progression and development built into the system. Even slaves and immigrants could eventually become property owners and members of the Assembly. While we look backward and see glaring omissions of civil rights, there has always been an underlying desire for inclusiveness and equality. Even among Socratic thinkers the concept of a level playing field has always been present and shapes how we build our civilization.
[dropcap]Philosophical parallels between attempting to advance civilization and going through the challenges of giving birth are unmistakable. No, we didn’t actually ask a pregnant woman to mow the lawn. The photos were taken for illustration purposes only. The difficulties should be obvious, though. One could argue that, since that period of philosophical conception in Ancient Greece, humanity has gone through at least four to six periods of “birth,” creating civilizations that profoundly shift the manner in which we live and attempt to achieve equity and stability in government, economics, and society in general. [Whether one dates the Contemporary Age with the French Revolution or the Industrial Revolution is a matter of deeper academic instruction.] Each iteration has sought to make life better on one level or another, to open doors to greater civility and equality. Yet, each has failed and this current child we’re nursing doesn’t appear to be in the best of health.[/dropcap]
Our current situation comes from a bit more than 225-years gestating progression. Our sense of government being a representative democracy comes from the confluence of both the American and French Revolutions. Argue what you will, the two efforts together brought to Western Civilization a newly refined concept of what constitutes a fair and equitable government. The Industrial Revolution, occurring practically at the same time, reshaped our concept of Capitalism and economy. Here, the roots of the American Dream take hold, where anyone can own a business, buy a house, and have the opportunity to be successful. Society, of course, is a more fluid entity and we have to look at the Information Age and specifically the dawn of public access to the Internet in 1991 as the latest attempt to redefine our social construct to create a system more balanced and equitable.
Each of these movements has brought with it the promise of a “level playing field.” A representational democracy is supposed to give everyone an equal voice in how they are governed. Capitalism is supposed to create economic opportunity for everyone. The Internet promises to give everyone a chance to have their voice heard. Each system proposes to remove previous barriers that kept certain groups of people from being included. The concepts, in of themselves, are noble and their intentions are admirable.
What we find, though, is that actually trying to deliver on those promises is painful, difficult, and strained. We have spent over 225 years attempting to define what a person is. Even now, there are those among us who would prefer to not include women, people of color, those who were born outside our borders, those whose sexual orientation is different from their own, and those whose religious beliefs do not align with the generally accepted mythology. The fact that people of minority status of any kind must still yell, scream, picket, and demonstrate in an effort to secure their basic rights shows the severe deficiencies in the political system.
Economics has not fared any better. The gap between the super-elite rich and the poor has never been wider since the Middle Ages. The United States set new records for the wealth gap in 2014, and the massive gulf, both in terms of reserved value and economic opportunity, is at its widest for minorities. Over the past 50 or so years, it has been hoped that globalization might help distribute wealth so as to assist those third world countries struggling to cover basic needs for their populations. However, even some of globalization’s most ardent supporters are now questioning whether that approach is helping or hurting struggling economies. A Harvard University study done last year shows that a majority of those under the age of 30 no longer believe that Capitalism is the best economic system for moving forward.
The Internet held out the opportunity to make society better by removing all the barriers to entry for publication. Anyone can have a web page and say anything on it that they damn-well please. You believe the earth is flat? Create a website that supports your ignorance and it can compete right up there with all the science stating that you are wrong. Want to sell “essential” snake-oil to gullible cancer patients desperate for a cure? The Internet allows one to do that with practically no interference or oversight. Nothing can “level the playing field” quite like the Internet.
In the beginning, such an equitable opportunity was lauded as being a great thing for society. Consider for a moment these statements made during the early days of the Internet:
That’s an incredible amount of promise and opportunity, isn’t it? The optimism was so great that we could have listed hundreds of similar quotes. Some 20-plus years later, however, we’re trying to figure out how to patch the holes that have dimmed the promise of this great social hope. Contrasting the optimistic quotes above are the following touches of reality:
The scenario grows worse from there. A professor at Purdue University, Sorin Adam Matei, finds evidence that social media was instrumental in the election of the 45th president of the United States. Another study shows 42 percent of kids have been bullied while online with one in four being verbally attacked more than once.
All of these challenges to our relatively young culture are based in attempts to level a playing field to such an extreme that we’ve opened the door to absolute pandemonium in the name of freedom. Again, this situation was not unforeseeable long before it happened. Plato, in Republic, warns: “Excess of liberty, whether it lies in state or individuals, seems only to pass into excess of slavery.” There is such a thing as too much freedom. We have proven that we do not have the ability to restrain ourselves, therefore, the restraint must be imposed upon us if we are to survive.
I know, I know, no one likes the concept of restraining freedom. What we have to remember, though, is that as a culture our 225-year history renders us at about the development level of a three-year-old. Stop and think a moment about how much freedom one gives a pre-school three-year-old. The brighter, more inquisitive, more active, and more intelligent the child is, the more carefully its parents must watch after it. Left on its own, allowed to do whatever it pleases, the child will almost certainly hurt itself, or get hurt, just by exercising its natural curiosity. A three-year-old has no concept of temperance. If they see something that looks interesting, they go after it, even if that means crossing a busy street.
The United States is that three-year-old. Bright, energetic, full of ideas, promise, and potential, we have not yet learned to control our impulses, ponder the consequences before acting, or evaluate our desires in relation to the needs of others. We are capable of doing many good and wonderful things with the proper guidance, but we also have the ability to be destructive, hurtful, and mean when left unchecked. To return to our earlier metaphors, the lawn isn’t getting mowed and the weeds have taken over. Our level playing field has become a swamp in which nothing useful can live. We need to take some serious actions.
[dropcap]If I’m not going to mow the lawn myself, and I try to get out of it every chance possible, I have to find someone to take my place, to do the work on my behalf; a representative, if you will. I have choices regarding who mows my lawn. I can choose someone who looks good but has no practical experience and enjoy the aesthetic of them walking back and forth across the grass while ignoring the sloppy job they’re doing and the places being missed. I might choose someone who is willing and can use the money but isn’t ideally suited for the job for one reason or another. I’ll be sure to call 911 quickly when they collapse from heat exhaustion. A third choice is to select someone who has mown lawns like mine before, someone who can handle the heat and is very good at listening to exactly how I want the grass to be cut. All three are options every time the grass grows too high. My choice not only determines how well the job will be done but demonstrates the degree to which I care about my lawn.[/dropcap]
Being a citizen in this country of ours isn’t that much different. With each election, we have choices to make as to who will represent us in maintaining the broad lawn that is our system of laws and agencies. The work is not for the faint of heart. Sure, we can elect someone who looks good, but they’re likely to be sloppy, miss things, and not pay much attention to what actually needs to be done. We might elect someone whose intentions are noble but ineffective in their participation and unable to complete the tasks. Rarer are those who actually understand, know what the job entails, are effective in getting the work done, and do it precisely to our expectations.
Finding those people who can do the job well requires intense vetting, looking below the surface, rather than running with the first person who volunteers for the job. We have to actually stop what we’re doing for a minute and pay attention, participate in the conversation, and make our desires well known from the very outset. We cannot sit rocking back and forth on the front porch, thinking that we can point out errors in one corner when the representative has moved on to something else. Having a representative doesn’t mean we get to completely ignore what’s going on in our own yard. We have to be involved.
We have neglected our duty. In 2012, 51 million Americans eligible to vote were not even registered. As our population has grown, participation in the electoral process has declined. 62.77% of eligible registered voters cast votes in the 1960 presidential election. That number has steadily declined each presidential election since. Only 54.87% voted in the 2012 election and the 2016 election numbers were only slightly higher (source). As a result of our continued negligence, we are now faced with a mess that requires a massive overhaul if we are to save what we have worked so hard to obtain.
Pulling up weeds is difficult and hard work. Their root systems are deep and expansive. Pulling them up can often leave huge holes in the yard. Mowing over them is not sufficient; they grow right back while their root system grows increasingly invasive. Once weeds have been allowed in a yard, even just a few, removing them is a long and painful chore.
So it is with improving our country—difficult and likely painful. We’ve grown so accustomed to the weeds we’ve begun to think of them as necessary. The thought of removing them and filling in the holes is frightening and certainly not popular. I fully expect objections beginning with the phrase, “I have a right to …” to be bandied around with some fervor. Yet, if we are going to make a difference, if we are going to create a civilization that endures and is not more than a tiny blot in the eternal timeline, we need to do some weeding.
Let us start by reconsidering and perhaps redefining what freedom is. Freedom is not, never has been, cannot ever be the ability to do what one wants regardless of the consequences. Freedom is the liberty to live responsibly, self-identifying who and what one wants to be, pursuing those goals, and engaging in political, business, and social relationships to the benefit of all, directly avoiding any intentional harm or misrepresentation.
We need to ask ourselves, “What is Justice?” Plato, speaking for Socrates, is frequently quoted as saying that justice is “minding your own business.” While that sounds attractive to contemporary Libertarians, there is much lost in translation both in terms of language and culture. He is not saying that everyone should be free to do whatever the hell they want. Rather, that one must first recognize, self-identify if you will, who and what one is. If one is a musician, then justice is found in the unfettered ability to be that musician. If one contains the capacity to love, then justice is the ability to love as one will, who one will, without any hindrance.
What, then, is Injustice? We cannot define it as the absence of Justice for there is ground wherein neither Justice nor Injustice occurs. Rather, Injustice is that which acts or exists in such a way as to prohibit Justice on the part of another. For example, insomuch as healthcare is necessary for one to achieve Justice, the denial of healthcare would be Injustice. Forcing the homosexual to adhere to laws specifically designed to favor heterosexuals is Injustice. Imposing laws based upon the tenets of one mythology onto holders of a different mythology or no mythology is Injustice. Denying one’s ability to be is the greatest Injustice of all.
Those concepts of Justice and Injustice carry over to economics as well. Justice is selling a quality product at a fair price rather than raising the price to the limits of what the market might be forced to endure. Justice is paying one’s employees a living wage as opposed to utilizing minimum wage simply because the law allows such. Injustice is promoting a product one knows doesn’t work for the purpose of fleecing the gullible. Injustice is loaning a person money for a house then raising the interest rate beyond their ability to pay.
Beyond presumptive philosophical bantering, though, practical change is necessary if any metaphorical yard word is going to get done. Sitting around talking about how much we hate the weeds doesn’t do anything to stop the weeds from growing. We must get up and actually do something about the situation.
[dropcap]Someone could probably pay me to write books covering the details of how to improve upon the current structure of things and perhaps someone should. I’m happy to accept volunteers toward that action. In the mean time, however, please allow me to outline what has to happen to get us off this immoral lump that promotes injustice in the name of freedom. Mind you, I’m not likely to make any friends if I still have any at this point. We must abandon some concepts that are deeply rooted throughout our culture. Survival of our civilization and perhaps even that of our species requires us to take dramatic action.[/dropcap]
Much of what is failing America, and indeed the world, can be attributed to a rise in ignorance. We have devalued education on a real level despite verbal acclamations of its importance. We have failed to put our money where our mouth is, in the most literal sense. As a result, we have allowed for the unchecked growth of an anti-academic weed to the point that a “majority of Republicans and Republican-leaning independents (58%) now say that colleges and universities have a negative effect on the country.”
Stratford Caldecott, the late editor and writer, summed up our current situation quite well:
“Today, in a world with instant access to Google, we rely on the electronic web to supply everything we need, from historical facts to word definitions and spellings as well as extended quotations. All of us who use a computer are aware of the shock of inner poverty that we suddenly feel when deprived (by a virus or other disaster) of our mental crutches even just for a day or a week. Plato is right: memory has been stripped from us, and all we possess is an external reminder of what we have lost, enabling us to pretend to a wisdom and an inner life we no longer possess in ourselves.”
― Stratford Caldecott, Beauty in the Word: Rethinking the Foundations of Education
We have reached a point where there is actually a surge in the number of people who believe that the earth is flat. If our educational system was as effective as we would like for it to be, such nonsense wouldn’t be possible. We have not only failed our children for multiple generations, but we have committed an injustice by failing to provide people with the basic skills that they need to exist and live good lives.
Understand, please, that simply taking a test and passing is no real measure of knowledge obtained nor the ability to use that information to reason one’s way through problems. No small amount of irony exists that our current society has the most open access to information ever, but at the same time may hold the least ability to reason than any generation in the past 300 years. Access to information does not equate to knowledge and the ability to obtain knowledge does not guarantee wisdom. Void of a broad repository of wisdom spread around the world, humanity lunges head-first into a state of decline leading to its own extinction.
Our very understanding of what composes education and how it is administered needs a complete workover. Specifically (and each of these points could be a chapter in that aforementioned book), the following adjustments need to be made unilaterally not just within the United States but across the world.
Anything received into the mind at that age is likely to become indelible and unalterable, and therefore it is most important that the tales which the young first hear should be models of virtuous thoughts….”
If we cannot commit to a full and complete overhaul of the world’s educational system, then there is little need in proceeding any further. Without sufficient education, we do not have the intellectual capital to adequately improve our culture on other levels. We suffer now with the weeds of ignorance choking out the voice of reason at the highest levels of government. The world’s greatest deficit is in sustaining wisdom. We have little choice but to address this situation with the same panic and alarm we would a fire in our own house. Our need is critical and there is no viable argument allowing delay.
Weeds have a way of getting in and taking root no matter how often we might try to eliminate them. One of those weeds against which people of reason have fought for millennia is that element which attempts to deny Truth or warp a truth to fit their own agenda. The weed even dogged ancient Greece, prompting Plato to make a statement that seems frighteningly accurate for the contemporary situation:
“Strange times are these in which we live when old and young are taught falsehoods in school. And the person that dares to tell the truth is called at once a lunatic and fool”
If we are to teach, then we must teach Truth. If we are to teach Truth, then we must also live by Truth. There can be no compromise against the Truth nor can we allow it to become diluted by irrational thought. The necessity for Truth precedes any claim to freedom of speech for speech that does not contain Truth is itself an injustice and cannot be tolerated in a just and reasonable society.
Here is where many part ways with my reasoning and you should know that I understand the difficulties of what I am about to advocate. I have wrestled myself with this concept because we have been taught from the very foundation of our beginnings that the freedom of speech exceeds all. Tyranny flourishes where people are prevented from expressing themselves, specifically from questioning those in positions of leadership and authority. Surely, there can be no abridgment of the right to challenge dictators, fascists, and oligarchs.
Yet, anytime one makes a challenge based upon falsehood, misinformation, or in a deliberate attempt to obfuscate fact one commits an injustice against society. Lying cannot be protected speech. Words containing events that did not happen and quotations by people who never existed must be clearly identified either as works of fiction, satire, or parody if they are to avoid doing harm, even though that harm might be unintentional or unforeseeable.
Deliberate lies made in an attempt to hide the Truth are the most egregious forms of speech and cannot claim protection. There are no excuses, no justifications, and no defense for such mistruths; they have no legitimate place in society and no society based on justice can exist as long as lies are tolerated and fail to be punished. Lying cannot help but be the primary exception to any guarantee of free speech because lies themselves are the antithesis of free speech.
Curtailing free speech in any form on any level is a very frightening concept. One would think, with good reason and sufficient history as an example. that limits to speech lead to enslavement. Such philosophies are not incorrect. However, precipitating and tolerating lies have the exact same effect and outcome. What just person among us would have imagined a mere twelve months ago that foreign entities would collude to spread false information for the express purpose, with malice aforethought, to effect the outcome of a presidential election? Yet, current evidence suggests, if not absolutely proves, that such crimes were perpetrated in both the US and French elections.
Thomas Jefferson and the other framers of the United States Constitution could not have possibly envisioned a day wherein false information could so easily be distributed and given credence next to legitimate and factual news. Libel and slander laws, as weak as they are, address only matters of personal defamation and differ dramatically between the United States and other countries. More difficult to extinguish are lies that would seem to have no direct target but which do harm to the greater population in general, such as the anti-vaccination movement that perpetuates proven misinformation regarding the effectiveness and safety of inoculations. Truth in advertising laws, managed in the United States by the Federal Trade Commission (FTC) address deliberate deception on the part of companies selling a product but have little sway when someone on the Internet makes an unproven claim about essential oils curing various illness. Instead, it is left up to the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) to determine whether such claims are true, and resources for chasing down such claims are severely limited.
If we are to re-establish Truth as the basis for justice and society, we must brace ourselves for severe actions that are likely to prove unpopular during the interim transition. Our current culture is too steeped in greed and too thirsty for power to let it regulate its own way back toward Truth. We must give our society a hard and definitive push with the following steps.
Throughout this crackdown on false information, we must be careful and deliberate to maintain the ability to honestly and effectively challenge what is currently held to be true. What is perceived to be fact is not always fact as our understanding of nature, science, physics, and humanity evolves. No one should be punished, demeaned or in any other way disparaged for rightfully positing a challenge or justifiable alternative view or reconsideration of generally accepted authority. However, such challenges should come with a preponderance of evidence as established through the scientific method or the thorough documentation of fact. Hearsay, the personal experience of a single individual, nor anecdotal evidence is not sufficient previously stated and generally accepted facts.
While these steps are unquestionably severe and definitely deserve considerable debate, dishonesty is a weed no culture can survive. Corruption and injustice are inevitable anywhere dishonesty is allowed to survive. Dishonest voices do not have an inalienable right to be heard. Intentionally making statements that do harm to others, whether the harm is anticipated or not, cannot be tolerated by a just society. As much as we value free speech, we must limit that liberty to those expressions that are honest and truthful if we are to live good and free lives. I see no other workable alternative.
Greed. Selfishness. Corruption. Slavery. I’m not likely to make many friends when I say these are the basic underpinnings of Western Capitalism as it currently exists. Greed and selfishness are the drivers. Corruption is the methodology. Slavery is the means. Remove even one of those aspects and Capitalism morphs into something different, something more equitable and less damaging to humanity.
If one asks a conservative, or for that matter, most so-called “progressives,” they will adamantly defend Capitalism as the only real game in town. Even the 2016 Democratic presidential nominee, Hillary Clinton, ferociously defended Capitalism during her first debate with Senator Bernie Sanders. Capitalism has millions of apologists out there willing to overlook its faults. At a superficial level, Capitalism paints a pretty picture of one’s ability to achieve wealth and participate in an economic system that rewards hard work.
Looking more deeply, however, one finds that Capitalism is ultimately like a dandelion: children may refer to them as flowers and enjoy the gaiety of blowing the white puffs and watching them float through the air whereas adults, being responsible for actually taking care of the yard, see them as weeds that must be removed if any real grass has a chance of growing. Like dandelions, Capitalism spreads quickly and easily with practically no effort, but in doing so it brings with it a rash of undesirable consequences that have been well documented over the past 150 years.
While Karl Marx’s criticism of Capitalism is perhaps the best known, there’s little question that he missed the mark when it comes to providing a solution. We watched as the former Soviet Union attempted to implement Marx’s economic reform and the resulting disaster is something from which Eastern Europe still struggles to escape.
On a more contemporary level, however, we have seminal works from scholars such as David Schweickart, whose concepts of Economic Democracy have been stirring in sociological circles since 1996, the late Elinor Olstrum’s Nobel Prize-winning studies on the economic benefits of what is referred to as “the Commons,” and Erik Olin Wright, whose surprisingly popular book, Envisioning Real Utopias, was a shocking best seller in 2010. For all the things I don’t have time nor space to include in this medium I strongly recommend reading not only the linked books but other titles by these authors as well.
For his part, Dr. Wright lists ten criticisms of Capitalism that resonate perhaps more strongly now, nearly a decade after he wrote them. Once he made us painfully aware of the systemic failures happening under our noses, we became shockingly more aware of those problems and have seen an increase in resistance to and demonstrations against these issues. Dr. Wright is, unsurprisingly, an academic and his list takes a very academic tone. Rather than just doing the old copy and paste routine, let’s see if I can translate those criticisms into the vernacular. Parenthetical comments are mine.
What should frighten us is that Dr. Wright’s list is far from being exhaustive. The problems caused by continued rampant Capitalism are far reaching and increasingly troublesome. Capitalism supports the wealthiest one percent of the population in their desire to increase their wealth. Capitalism views the poor as blights on civilization.
Our long standing relationship with Capitalism stems from a fundamental belief in Western Philosophy that individual rights dominate over social responsibility. I am more important than anything and everything else. Most recently, we have seen this in the rise of Libertarian politics through the so-called “Tea Party” wing of the GOP. Almost to a person, proponents of that philosophy fuss and fume about their tax dollars going for things that don’t directly benefit them in proportion to the amount of tax they pay. They lack any fundamental sense of social responsibility and see no reason for them to participate in programs and/or initiatives that assist anyone else.
In a word, Western Philosophy is historically selfish. Capitalism encodes that selfishness and then grows it with a heaping helping of greed.
I do not propose nor endorse an economic revolution, mind you. While the need for change is severe, much of that change must be organic in nature or else it cannot be effective. For example, the Commons works well only when the people involved thoroughly understand the concept of the Commons and work together in its management. Until a greater level of education is achieved, the adaptation of the Commons is necessarily limited. One cannot force wholesale economic change onto a population; again, the former Soviet Union proved that fact alarmingly well. Progressive change is necessary.
What I am about to suggest is likely to frustrate those who want more detail. Once more, a book would be a better medium for relating such a volume of information. I fear that the next list might well raise more questions than it does provide answers. Visiting the links provided should help fill in the gaps to some degree.
For people to live equitably, to thrive, to excel, to realize their potential both on a personal level and in relation to society, they need an economy that works for them, not against them. Every aspect of life, both economic and political, must be designed to provide equal access, equal opportunity, and support equal participation. I firmly believe the following are among the most critical steps to take in achieving that goal.
Phone and internet services are more challenging as they require vast networks with constant maintenance and upgrade costs. That doesn’t mean they should be for-profit corporations, though. They still have an obligation to make their services available without pushing the limits of market tolerance. Communication is an absolute necessity. Many employers only accept online applications, requiring both access to the internet and the ability to accept a phone call before an interview can even happen. Current IRS code holds over 30 different non-profit categories, including farming cooperatives. Phone and internet providers could potentially fit under the 501(c)(5) or could warrant an extension of the IRS code to create a new category. Either way, pushing prices for basic services to the limits of consumer tolerance is ultimately unjust and marginalizes millions of people.
Healthcare is a multifaceted topic that appears on this list more than once. There’s no question that healthcare is a necessity. Our ability to maintain a viable level of wellness is critical to our ability to exist in society. So why, then, are some of those most expensive and unreasonable pricing structures ever imagined attached to this critical need? That anyone would profit off the illness and disability of others is humane. Hospitals, clinics, pharmaceutical concerns of every kind, and even pharmacies themselves must have the profit requirement removed if they are to genuinely operate in the best interest of the general population.
I realize I’m just skimming the surface of this topic. Books already exist exploring the alternatives for each industry. The time has come to start taking those concepts much more seriously.
What is important in this conversation is that we not look at the matter in terms of simply patching the existing structures. We need to replace and update everything from sewer systems to airports, transit systems, dams and levees, schools, and the rail system. For many, the systems are still attempting to operate on equipment from the mid-1900s, making maintenance a nightmare. To the extent that we continue to ignore these problems and push them off on state and local municipalities, we commit an injustice against every person who utilizes that infrastructure. We need to look to the future, invoking new and emerging technologies and even creating new technologies in anticipation of solving problems before they occur.
Projects like Elon Musk’s Hyperloop need to be embraced and extended across the nation in the same way the interstate system did in 1956. Highways need to be refitted to best serve driverless cars. Airports need complete overhauls to not only make air travel safer but eliminate many of the non-weather related delays that currently plague the system. Repeated polls by both the Gallup and Pew organizations show that Americans support increased funding for infrastructure projects. That we are sitting here in 2017 without even a serious proposal on the table is shameful.
We no longer can entertain an economy where profits are held in the hands of one percent of the population while the other ninety-nine percent struggle to keep a roof over their heads. Those who are responsible for the work being done by a company need and deserve a stronger say in how that business is operated and greater participation in the profit their work generates.
Of specific interest is the concept of “commoning,” sharing ownership and responsibility in everything that involves common assets. This social justice-based economy involves people not just in their primary professions but in other goods and services critical to their lives and equitably distributes profits in such a way as to prevent an unnecessary concentration of wealth among those at the top of an organization. While the emphasis of the movement has been focused primarily on environmental concerns, the concepts are potentially applicable to almost any corporate environment with just a little tweaking.
What is certain is that we cannot continue in this oligarchical society where workers are treated as a disposable commodity. Such an approach lays the foundation for the type of violent revolution most would prefer to avoid. Worker dissatisfaction is high but the solution is sitting right there in front of us. We simply have to engage it.
Okay, I’m getting wordy in my need to explain my positions. If I continue in that manner we’re going to be at 30,000 words before I’m done. So, for the remainder of economic issues, please excuse me for being necessarily brief.
Do you get the feeling this list could go on forever? It almost could. The economic issues in need of complete revision are almost too many to count. Any one of the issues mentioned here could easily be split into other related issues as well. The problems are severe and real solutions require a radical change in how we think about business and the economy as a whole. These are weeds that threaten our very existence. Pulling them up and replacing them with sustainable sod is the only way to continue. Proceeding with unchecked Capitalism is certain doom.
In Apology, Plato writes, “The State is like a great and noble steed who is tardy in his motions owing to his very size, and requires to be stirred into life. I am that gadfly which God has given the State and all day long and in all places am always fastening upon you, arousing and persuading and reproaching you. You will not easily find another like me.”
Thanks largely to the ubiquity of social media, I think Plato would find himself in heavy though perhaps inferior company among 21st-century citizens. “Arousing, persuading, and reproaching” politicians is a full-time effort for many. In fact, the ability to marshal hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of voters to contact their representatives is so strong that some members of Congress and Parliaments now turn off their phone services in the face of overwhelming comment. Such action presents a problem as the First Amendment to the US Constitution guarantees the right to “petition the Government for a redress of grievances.” When members of Government shut themselves off from public comment, they are, effectually, breaking the law.
Does such redress actually make a difference, though? Research suggests that it doesn’t. In 2014, Princeton University Professor of Politics, Martin Gilens, and Northwestern University Professor of Decision Making, Benjamin I. Page, conducted research that reveals public efforts to sway political opinion aren’t achieving the results we might prefer. Gilens and Page write:
In the United States, our findings indicate, the majority does not rule—at least not in the causal sense of actually determining policy outcomes. When a majority of citizens disagrees with economic elites or with organized interests, they generally lose. Moreover, because of the strong status quo bias built into the U.S. political system, even when fairly large majorities of Americans favor policy change, they generally do not get it.
There you have it—we are not a democracy. We’ve known that for some time, but having it quantified in such a way drives the point home in a way that packs more of a sting. As long as we were operating off anecdotal evidence we could easily dismiss the idea that we aren’t the shining beacon we proclaim ourselves to be. Gilens and Page confirm our fears, though, and leave us little ethical room to hide.
In 2015, following the United States Supreme Court’s Citizens United ruling on corporate campaign finance, former president Jimmy Carter responded to radio host Thom Hartman’s assertion that the decision is a “violation of principles of democracy,” with the following statement:
It violates the essence of what made America a great country in its political system. Now it’s just an oligarchy, with unlimited political bribery being the essence of getting the nominations for president or to elect the president. And the same thing applies to governors and U.S. senators and congress members. So now we’ve just seen a complete subversion of our political system as a payoff to major contributors, who want and expect and sometimes get favors for themselves after the election’s over. … The incumbents, Democrats and Republicans, look upon this unlimited money as a great benefit to themselves. Somebody’s who’s already in Congress has a lot more to sell to an avid contributor than somebody who’s just a challenger.
If the US is an oligarchy, then that makes us the same as, oh, Russia. No wonder they were interested in hacking our presidential election. We have so much in common now. [Said with a heavy dose of sarcasm.]
Should we really be surprised, though? Has the United States ever truly been the Representative Democracy that it claims to be? Despite what most of us were taught about the country being founded on the principals of freedom and inclusion, the bare facts show a much different picture. “Freedom” in the US has always been the domain of the rich and the privileged. The rest of us “common” folk have no regard and are valuable only to the extent we are able to do the work that results in the rich remaining so.
David Morris, writing for the website On The Commons, reminds us of the opinions expressed by our earliest leaders:
The founding fathers minced no words about their distrust of the masses. Our second President, John Adams warned, “Democracy will soon degenerate into an anarchy…” Our third President, Thomas Jefferson insisted, “Democracy is nothing more than mob rule.” Our fourth President, James Madison, the Father of the Constitution declared, “Democracy is the most vile form of government.”
In his argument against the direct election of Senators Connecticut’s Roger Sherman advised his colleagues at the Constitutional Convention, “The people should have as little to do as may be about the government. They lack information and are constantly liable to be misled.” They agreed. Senators would be elected by state legislatures. And they created the Electoral College to shield the Presidency from a direct vote of the people as well.
Evidence of how the oligarchs manipulate the Electoral College has never been more obvious than with our most recent presidential election. The 2.8 million-vote gap between the candidates should have elected the Democratic candidate in any reasonable version of democracy. Manipulation of the system, however, did just the opposite. Through the convoluted Electoral College system, the Republican candidate walked away with a win he in no way deserved.
Presidential elections aren’t the only ones being manipulated to work against the will of the majority, though. A well-entrenched tradition of gerrymandering congressional districts has long swayed voting to produce the results desired by whatever oligarchs might be pulling the purse strings at any given time. People like you and I, the working middle class and lower, have never really held the weight of power that democratic elections supposedly promised us.
Our vision from inside the country is obscured by a mandated sense of loyalty and patriotism. Anyone who fails to extol the virtues of “our democracy” is labeled as unpatriotic, a charge we continue to hear from the 45th president as he continues to utilize social media to berate challengers.
If we were to see ourselves through the eyes of those outside our country, we would hold a different opinion. In a 2014 WIN/Gallup poll of 66,000 people across 65 countries, 24 percent of respondents, by far the largest percentage in the category, rated the United States as the biggest threat to world peace. Pakistan came in second at eight percent and China was third with six percent. While many of the negative votes unsurprisingly came from Middle East countries that have directly felt the aggression of the United States, 37 percent of Mexicans and 17 percent of Canadians feel that the US is a dangerous neighbor.
Our reputation is perpetrators of violence is all too-well deserved. Presidents have repeatedly asserted that the US has the right to utilize force wherever and whenever it feels necessary in order to defend its position, investments, and interest. This stance is in defiance of the United Nations Charter, which we signed, stating that member countries, “shall refrain in their international relations from the threat or use of force against the territorial integrity or political independence of any state, or in any other manner inconsistent with the Purposes of the United Nations.” We repeatedly and continually bully other nations, including the European Union, with the threat of our overwhelming military force if they do not do our bidding. This has been a standard “negotiating” tactic of the US since World War II.
There are severe consequences to our actions. In his article on the refugee crisis, Philosopher and MIT Linguistics professor, Noam Chomsky, holds us accountable for a portion of our sins:
The US-UK invasion of Iraq alone displaced some 4 million people, of whom almost half fled to neighboring countries. And Iraqis continue to flee from a country that is one of the most miserable on earth after a decade of murderous sanctions followed by the sledgehammer blows of the rich and powerful that devastated the ruined country and also ignited a sectarian conflict that is now tearing the country and the region to shreds.
There is no need to review the European role in Africa, the source of more refugees, now passing through the funnel created by the French-British-US bombing of Libya, which virtually destroyed the country and left it in the hands of warring militias. Or to review the US record in Central America, leaving horror chambers from which people are fleeing in terror and misery, joined now by Mexican victims of the trade pact which, predictably, destroyed Mexican agriculture, unable to compete with highly subsidized US agribusiness conglomerates.
The reaction of the rich and powerful United States is to pressure Mexico to keep US victims far from its own borders, and to drive them back mercilessly if they manage to evade the controls. The reaction of the rich and powerful European Union is to bribe and pressure Turkey to keep pathetic survivors from its borders and to herd those who escape into brutal camps.
Among citizens, there are honorable exceptions. But the reaction of the states is a moral disgrace, even putting aside their considerable responsibility for the circumstances that have compelled people to flee for their lives.
This is the country we created. We are responsible, whether directly or indirectly, for the actions our leaders take on our behalf. When presidents and Congress violate international law, they implicate us all because we are the ones who continue to provide them with the power from which they govern.
The ground around us is evolving, though not necessarily in ways we might prefer. The US is losing both power and influence on the international stage, a situation that began some twenty years ago but recently accelerated with the election of the 45th president. What was labeled the Quantified Society in 2015 has ushered in a reality where cameras are always on, someone is always listening and/or watching, and we have willingly relinquished our privacy while simultaneously screaming about privacy. Our least healthy states (quality of life) are also our poorest and there isn’t even a program in place that adequately addresses that situation.
In his book The Failure of Presidential Democracy, J. J. Linz dismantles the myth of presidential effectiveness and warns of the ability of such a leader to steer a country toward anti-democratic actions and policies. While his examples were based upon the history of Latin American countries, we are now in a position where the US president exhibits the same warning signs: advocating violence, attempts to limit civil rights, and questioning the validity of elections (see the president’s repeated statements regarding the number of illegal votes cast for his opponent). Someone wake Kenny Loggins—we’re on that highway to the danger zone.
There is no way to respond to this situation, to the destruction of any sense of democracy, without one’s ideas being labeled as radical and possibly even unAmerican. Yet, history holds us responsible for the actions of our country. Just as one might hold the people of Germany responsible for the rise of Hitler and the atrocities committed under his administration, we are no less guilty of all the crimes against humanity the United States commits, both domestically and internationally. A radical response is necessary. After considerable study and research, I’ve come to the following conclusions:
Yes, that list is long. Yes, I could easily make it longer but at this point, I’m feeling a bit out of breath. Yes, the bullet points are painfully brief. Each of the concerns raised deserves a 75.000-word treatment complete with appropriate research and scholarly citation. This is not the place to be exhaustive in defense of my positions, merely exhausting.
What I hope we’ve driven home, however, is that the state of our democracy is severely damaged and that it is going to take more than a few memes or GIFs spread across social media to adequately address any of the situations. We can march for unity and sing for solidarity all we want and even sit in and disrupt activity on Wall Street for a couple of days and feel really good about resisting the headlong plunge toward tyranny. If we want to actually turn the country around, however, and set it on a course that is sustainable, the amount of work necessary is tremendous.
Keeping up the lawn is hard work. Those weeds aren’t going to pull themselves. We had best roll up our sleeves, put on some knee pads and get busy.
[dropcap]Waking up in the morning, one of the first things I do is check the weather forecast for rain. If the ground is dry and staying that way, the lawn doesn’t need to be mowed. However, if we get a decent rainfall, the grass has to be cut within 48 hours or so to keep it from looking shaggy. The challenge comes when we get toward the end of summer and rainfall typically becomes more frequent. The grass needs cutting but there’s more rain moving in. When the window of opportunity is small, I often end up just mowing the damn thing myself. [/dropcap]
So it is with the state of our nation. Our window of opportunity is shrinking. While there’s little we can do at this point to prevent more stores from closing, the need to revise our economy, our society, and our government grows stronger. We have comparatively little time before tyranny and fascism completely take over our yard. We’ve gone beyond merely being unkempt and shaggy to the point we are becoming a menace. The weeds are tall and harboring rats and snakes.
There is a point in this prolonged metaphor where pulling out a lawn mower isn’t sufficient. Have you ever tried mowing a lawn with knee-high weeds? It’s not possible. The thick overgrowth chokes the mower. One has to go through with a scythe and/or a weed trimmer and knock down the overgrowth before mowing. I’ve seen a few extreme instances, open fields with no buildings involved, where the tangle was so consuming and impossible that the only option was to set fire the whole thing, plow it under and start over.
We’ve not yet reached the point where we need to set fire to any portion of our society. Cutting back the overgrowth isn’t going to be easy, though. We’ve let it go too long with no real maintenance, making the false assumption that our problems would just work themselves out over the natural course of time.
Sorry, there is no such thing as a self-cutting lawn. We have to do the work ourselves.
This article has turned out to be about five times longer than I ever intended and I still feel as though I’m short changing you on the amount of detail necessary to justify my opinions. As I read back over everything, trying to make sure there are no glaring errors in grammar, I know that mine is a unique perspective. Yet, nothing said here is new or original. All of these thoughts existed in print long before I ever made the fateful decision to sit down and write.
And write.
Then write some more.
In the grander scheme of things, I know nothing. We’ve linked to scholarly work by people with far greater wisdom and knowledge than I will ever have. I would hope that you might follow those links and take advantage of the public access to such wisdom, but history indicates you probably won’t be bothered. In fact, it is much more likely that if you have made it this far into this article, you didn’t actually read; you skimmed, hopped over paragraphs rather than taking the time to consume what is ultimately going to be roughly 16,000 words. Philip Yancey’s Washington Post article, “The Death Of Reading Is Threatening The Soul,” painfully identifies the challenge that almost all of us face. We don’t actually read what’s online. We ride the waves along the surface and then congratulate ourselves for all we think we’ve learned.
As I let go of the handle and let the engine on the mower die, I wonder if I’ve actually accomplished anything. Maybe the blade was set too high. Perhaps we should have cut deeper. I can spend the day second guessing my actions but I won’t. Kat’s off work today. The sun is shining. I think there’s a park calling our names.
Here’s what I want you to take away from this whole thing:
Enough of the postmodern bullshit where truth is whatever is convenient at the time, facts are a matter of perspective, and the scientific method doesn’t actually prove anything. Put that nonsense in the waste bin where it belongs. Do your research. Real research, mind you, not just Googling topics and reading the headlines. Study. Think. Ponder. Act.
Before we jump off, I should thank my models, Skilar, Lauren, Big Gabe, Little Gabe, and Tippy with some extra appreciation to my friend Keith for holding a reflector and transporting Skilar. I must also thank Kat for being understanding as I’ve largely left her alone with the kids for the past week while I’ve donned headphone and shut out the world while writing. She has done some amazing things while I’ve sat here typing. The soft-focused pictures of me were lensed by Big Gabe. He’s learning.
Meanwhile, the 45th president cursed in a politicized speech to boy scouts. Wow, that grass really needs to be cut. Short.
[dropcap]Whoever said summer was a time for relaxing didn’t have children running around, out of school, getting into every form of mischief they can imagine. Summer is grueling. I struggle to get in ten minutes of actual work each day, between preparing food, doing copious amounts of laundry, bandaging cuts and scrapes, and retrieving a hound dog whom I’m ready to rename Houdini for his unexplainable ability to escape the yard. [/dropcap]
I keep seeing different articles on summer reading lists and I’ve yet to actually read any of those lists to find out what I’m supposed to be reading because my summer isn’t nearly as leisurely meandering as everyone else’s. Why bother picking up a new book when I know I’m not going to get past the first paragraph before hearing, “Daaaaaaaaaaad!” from the one direction I hadn’t been looking? I love reading, but I have to wait until the kids are back in school.
The problem with this problem is that there are a lot of articles I would like to read and fear missing. Books will be there come September. Online articles, though, frequently disappear after a few weeks. One has to really search to find them, if you can remember what the article was about in the first place. Fortunately, there’s a solution for people like me; it’s called Pocket.
Note: This is an uncompensated and unrequested endorsement. Think of Pocket as an online file cabinet. Using a convenient browser extension, when one comes across an article or website they might want to explore but don’t have the time, one simply saves the article to their Pocket account. Pocket saves the links and even allows you to categorize them with tags if you wish. One can then go back later, on any device, and read once you’re not quite so horribly distracted. Think of it as bookmarking well organized and efficient.
What I really appreciate about Pocket, though, is the email I get every afternoon suggesting articles that I might not have found on my own. They cover a wide array of topics, including a lot of new research and trending issues, and are typically well-written, intelligent pieces with information that is either helpful or, at the very least, makes me feel just a tiny bit smarter.
Those emails are the source of my recommendations for the coming long weekend. You don’t even need a Pocket account, though I strongly suggest signing up for one. You’re going to have some downtime over the next four or five days. This is a good opportunity to catch up, maybe learn a thing or two, and enlighten your brain before returning to the madness. Take a look at these and see if they don’t leave you better than when you started.
The Wellness Epidemic by Amy Larocca. From Gwyneth Paltrow’s Goop to the lady selling essential oils out of her home, America’s fascination with wellness is a billion dollar industry that is often not based in science and research and more on convincing yourself that you feel better, even if you don’t. Larocca attempts to take an objective look at the industry in this long read from The Cut.
What Jobs Will Still Be Around In 20 Years? by Arwa Mahdawi. Two of my three sons are finding it challenging to decide exactly what to do with the rest of their young lives. As a parent, that concerns me. I want them to have more than a job. I want them to have a career they can enjoy. The problem is, 47% of American workers could lose their jobs to automation within the next 20 years. This raises the question of what jobs are safe and what skills are necessary to survive in the future? Parents and young adults alike are going to find some value in what is said here, even if it dashes a few dreams.
Neil deGrasse Tyson Selects the Eight Books Every Intelligent Person on the Planet Should Read by Maria Popova. You know you’re going to eventually have time to read more books. The question is which books are going to actually provide you some benefit. There are plenty of lists running around for the summer, but if you really want to make the most of your reading time, Neil deGrasse Tyson has a list that is packed with must-reads. I have to warn you, though, reading these books may very well change your opinions about life on this planet.
Before The Internet by Emma Rathbone. Remember what life was like before the Internet? If you were born after 1990, you likely don’t have a clue how people survived without being plugged into some social-neural network 24/7. Ms. Rathbone takes just a few lines to remind us of what it was like when we didn’t have Google at our fingertips, or our entire life history in a searchable database. Remember, and then maybe reconsider a few things.
Meet the chef who’s debunking detox, diets, and wellness by Tim Lewis. Remember that article above about the wellness epidemic? Much of that has to do with diets and nutrition and a very large amount of that information is pure horse shit. But when your friend is posting about how wonderful her new diet is, where do you go to find evidence refuting her claims? Anthony Warner, aka the Angry Chef. Take a moment and see what he’s doing. As a diabetic and someone who is very concerned about the food I eat, this was helpful reading.
How to Cut Back On Playing Video Games by Patrick Allan. I’ve never been a fan of video games. I don’t like them. When I do try, just to stay relevant, I don’t do well. Yet, the most frequent complaint I hear about teenagers and young adults, mostly males, is that all they do is sit around playing video games and no one can get them to break the habit. Marriages and relationships have ended because someone can’t put down the fucking controller. This link is as much for my own sons as anyone. We’re not asking you to quit, just cut back and show a bit more responsibility.
Are you forgetful? That’s just your brain erasing useless memories by Angela Chen. My paternal grandfather died of complications due to Alzheimer’s disease. As my already addled brain sometimes leaves me confused, displaced, and forgetful, I tend to worry. Where did I set my sunglasses? Why don’t I remember that conversation you claim we had? Those things bother me. This article helps explain that our brains were never meant to remember everything. I still worry, though.
The Paradox of American Restaurants by Derek Thompson. Food in American restaurants is supposedly getting better. Yet, despite that fact, the restaurant industry continues to struggle. We see popular dining establishments closing less than a year after they open. Why? Derek Thompson takes a look at the causes (without blaming Millennials) and why the future may be one of take out.
That should be enough of a list to get you through the weekend or at least allow you to escape the pain of sitting with inlaws for a couple of hours. For more, check out Pocket and sign up for the daily emails. Stop missing the information that can make you smarter.
[dropcap]Ready-to-wear fashion season is always a bit stressful around here. I’m up at 2:00 in the morning trying to catch early runway shows in Europe and trying desperately to keep up with trends and issues. I can get a wee bit irritable by the time it’s all over.[/dropcap]
This past February, though, was worse than usual. I was fussy before New York even started. There were other issues as well. I was constantly running to the bathroom. I was always eating something. If I wasn’t in the middle of a show or writing a review, I was napping. The slightest little deviation from expectations was upsetting. Worst of all, my blood pressure was at dangerous levels despite medication. Something had to be done and Kat gave me little choice but to make an appointment with my doctor.
After the appropriate blood tests, my doctor determined that I have Type 2 diabetes and, oh yeah, that puts me at high risk for a whole slew of other things, of which high blood pressure is only the beginning. Liver disease. Kidney failure. Heart disease. Every time the doctor mentioned something else, he wrote another prescription. The instructions were to take them all or bad things, very bad things, could happen.
I left the doctor’s office that morning feeling devastated. My father had Type 2 diabetes. Unfortunately, he didn’t find out until his retinas detached, leaving him blind. I remember far too vividly the adjustments he had to make to his entire lifestyle. Mother was incredibly strict not only about what he ate (and didn’t eat), but also making sure he ate at exactly the same time, or as close to it as possible, every day. Poppa confided to me on more than one occasion that his menu had become so dull and tasteless as to take all the joy out of eating. Is this what the rest of my life would become?
Then, as though the universe wanted to emphasize the point, an acquaintance who had ignored her diabetes until she lost a leg, unexpectedly passed away. The entire time I knew her, she subsisted on pizza, fried chicken, and mac-and-cheese. On top of that, she smoked two to three packs of cigarettes a day. The only nod she made to her diabetes was drinking Diet Coke. Granted, the diabetes wasn’t the direct cause of her death, but it most certainly contributed to it.
The message I was received was clear: a lot had to change, and that change had to be made immediately without compromise. My A1C, which is a three-month average of blood sugar, was at 10.5. Anything above 6.5 is diabetes territory. At 10, one is in danger of everything from eye problems to nerve disease. I needed to get that number down and get it down quickly.
Following what I knew from Poppa’s regimen, everything with sugar in it went away immediately. No chocolate. No pie. No cake when anyone celebrated a birthday (and we had three within a month). No barbecue sauce. In fact, since most sauces have fat as a base (either in the form of meat drippings or butter/dairy), almost every sauce I’ve ever used is off the menu. Nothing fried, at least not in the traditional sense. At my next check-up, a month later, I had gotten my A1C down to 8. Still high, but low enough for one month that the doctor was impressed. We were doing the right things. All we had to do was keep it up. Easy enough, right?
Hardly.
[dropcap]At my doctor’s insistence, we met with a dietician who specializes in counseling diabetics. She was encouraging in telling us that we were doing all the right things, and, if anything, could ease up a little on how strict we were being. She explained that current science shows that a complete elimination of fats and sugars isn’t necessary, but a severe limit on certain foods while emphasizing others. Her recommendations were similar to the American Diabetes Association’s Create Your Plate program: 25% protein, 25% grains & starchy foods, and 50% non-starchy vegetables. She also emphasized getting 130 grams of carbohydrates in each day, which isn’t as easy as it sounds.[/dropcap]
We set out some dietary goals that I could track easily enough. I shoot for 2000 calories a day, though I seldom actually eat that much. When we’re talking steamed veggies and fruit, 2000 calories is a lot of food! We try to keep the total amount of sugars under 50 grams. This includes naturally-occurring sugars, mind you. Most days I’m able to keep that under 20 grams, though, which is helpful. My limit on saturated fat is more of a challenge some days. 22 grams is the limit. I’ve had to change much of the way I cook to stay under that number.
Perhaps the most challenging, though, is watching my sodium intake. High blood pressure is one of the most common problems associated with diabetes. Watching sodium intake is critical to controlling both diseases, but it’s not easy. Everything one buys at the store has sodium, even if it’s labeled organic. My limit is 2300 milligrams, which may sound like a lot, but consider that just ONE Big Mac contains 950 mg of sodium. If you want to get really crazy, a Dave’s Single at Wendy’s contains 1250 mg of sodium! Add fries and a soft drink to either, and one can pretty much exceed the sodium limit in just one meal. Even something that sounds as healthy as boneless, skinless chicken breast comes packed in a solution that contains, you guessed it, sodium.
We discovered that keeping to most of the dietary limits was easy enough, though I still have issues with cholesterol. The more unexpected issue was that once the prescriptions kicked in and my blood sugar began dropping and my blood pressure evened out, I was more aware of severe drops in my blood sugar when they happened. Yes, most of the time I was feeling better, but when my blood sugar drops there is an instant weakness, dizziness, and often a sense of confusion. The solution is to eat something immediately, such as sucking on a piece of hard candy.
If Kat is with me, which she is a large portion of the time, there’s no problem. She keeps Jolly Ranchers in the bottom of her purse for just such emergencies, and then we get something healthier to eat as soon as possible. When she’s not with me, though, the situation can get scary, quickly.
This first became critical one Thursday in April when I was out by myself, sitting at the Starbucks on 46th and Illinois, doing some writing. After a few hours of working and sipping coffee, I began to feel the early signs that a sugar drop was happening. I had wisely brought some candy with me and fished a piece from my sweater pocket. Disaster averted, so it would seem. But I needed something real to eat. I looked at the Starbucks menu and there was nothing safe. While sugar counts might be low on some items, everything was loaded with sodium!
I looked across the street at one of my favorite places to eat: The Illinois Street Emporium. If nothing else, I figured, I could get a salad there. Even that, though, came with a challenge. At 11:30, there was already a line out the door and down the sidewalk. I knew there was no way I could stand in line for several minutes. I popped another Jolly Rancher and waited for the line to go down.
Once I could get inside, about 30 minutes later, I looked at the menu board. I was starving by this point and really wanted more than just a salad. The fragrances of all the homemade breads and fresh food were intoxicating. There’s a damn good reason people go out of their way to eat here. Examining the menu was a bit disheartening, though. Many of the sandwiches contained sauces or were cooked in a sauce that was either high in fat, contained a lot of sugar, or loaded with sodium. For some, the portion size alone was too much. I finally found a spinach and tomato sandwich on 100% whole wheat bread (a critical factor) that, with a couple of minor adjustments, wouldn’t cause any problems and would meet my dietary requirements.
That experience drove home something I had rather known all along but had yet to experience first hand: eating out diabetic is difficult!
[dropcap]If I were the only person on the planet with this unique dietary problem then we might say that it’s my fault for having eaten poorly, and there are still some who might say such a thing. We frequently hear Republicans refer to diabetes as a “lifestyle” disease, implying that we bring it upon ourselves. That’s not the case, though. I’m far from being alone. Over 30 million people in the US alone have diabetes and that number grows dramatically every year. Does diet play a part in that? To some degree, yes, but it does not cause the disease. In fact, scientists have yet to figure out exactly what predisposes someone to be a candidate for contracting Type 2 Diabetes. Hereditation seems to play a factor. Ancestry seems to be a contributor. Diet is a participant but not necessarily a determining factor.[/dropcap]
Adding fuel to the fire is the fact that as much as a third of the people who have Type 2 Diabetes don’t realize they have it and of those who do know and are receiving treatment only about 20% are getting appropriate treatment. Like my recently-deceased friend, many people who have diabetes think they can either wish it away or that it’s not a real disease. They couldn’t be more wrong.
When we spoke with our dietician, she explained her amazement with my early results. “Here we are talking about little ways you can improve how you eat and that’s unusual for me. With the majority of patients, I struggle to get them to just cut back just one can of soda a day. They don’t understand how everything they put in their mouth is killing them.”
Because of that sense of lack of urgency, diabetes doesn’t get as much public attention as it should. Not since the late Wilford Brimley, whose diabetes-related commercials have been widely parodied, has the disease had a spokesperson widely associated with Type 2 Diabetes. Because the issue is rarely in our faces, we don’t think about it. Its symptoms are similar enough to other more “popular” diseases, such as depression, we are more likely to investigate those remedies than we are to ask our physician for a blood test.
Making matters all the more difficult is the fact that Type 2 Diabetes is a lifetime disease. Yes, one can get it under control to the point that medication is no longer necessary. However, if at any point one decides to abandon the diet, the problems and dangers of the disease are coming right back, and likely even stronger and more troubling than before.
Type 2 Diabetes requires individualized treatment to be effective. Not everyone needs to take insulin shots. A significant number of people, myself included, are able to control their diabetes with Metformin, a biguanide that decreases blood sugar levels. Some, like my late father, need other stronger medications. Some need very little. There’s no one-fix-cures-all approach to controlling the disease. One needs to see their doctor on a regular basis and carefully follow the instructions provided.
Then, there are the associated diseases to which we’ve referred. Diabetes can contribute to any of the following:
On top of all that, as if those weren’t enough, diabetes can sap your stamina and cause severe sexual dysfunction! Even when the disease is being reasonably well managed, many of those problems can still affect one’s health. So, instead of just taking one or two medications, most people with diabetes end up taking several others as well in order to avoid the problems for which they’re most at risk. Again, every situation is different, so consulting a doctor is absolutely critical.
[dropcap]I enjoy cooking, so for me, the best and easiest solution for controlling my diet is to eat at home, which is what we do a very large percentage of the time. There are days, however, where eating at home is either not practical, possible, or pleasurable. Those are the times when eating out becomes a challenge. Convenience certainly goes out the window because there is practically nothing on fast food menus that keeps both fat and sodium below my allowable limits. Most devastating from the convenience food category is pizza. From the dough to the sauce to the processed meats, there is no standard pizza place that makes a pizza I can eat.[/dropcap]
Sit-down dining offers more and better options, but even there one can find plenty of challenges, even if all you want is a salad. House dressings are almost always loaded with sodium, especially if they are low- or no-fat. Pre-packaged salads are frequently covered in cheese, which is a high-fat food. Chain restaurants buy much of their meat in bulk and freeze it, which inherently means a higher salt content. Plates are frequently loaded with starchy vegetables, such as potatoes, corn, and peas. One has to be careful.
One’s best, and safest, approach is to dine at locally-owned restaurants. The food here is likely to be fresher, contain less fat and sodium, and depending on the time of day and the item, more easily customized to one’s particular needs. We asked restaurateur Ed Rudisell, owner and investor at several Indianapolis-area restaurants, including Rook, Black Market, and Siam Square, how his restaurants respond to requests for special orders. We weren’t surprised by his response:
“We get occasional requests for substitutions and happily do what we can when preparing the food. Of course, some dishes are easier than other to make adjustments to, but we always try our hardest to accommodate.”
While we’ve only eaten out a few times since being declared diabetic, I have found Ed’s response is typical for locally-owned eateries. Generally speaking, local restaurants are more responsive and sensitive to unique customer needs. There are times, though, when even a locally-owned restaurant can’t adjust a menu item to order. Rob Koeller, Owner/Executive Chef at Culinary Concepts & Hospitality Consultants and former dean at The Chefs Academy at Harrison College, went into a bit more detail:
“The whole “trick” to the restaurant business regarding the food is that you “prep” or pre-prepare as much of the food as possible without jeopardizing the quality so that you can get the food out to the customer in a timely fashion. Depending on the dish that is offered, many (if not all) of the ingredients are already fully cooked and simply needing a reheat. An example would be Veal Osso Buco or any braised dish. Of course, soups and stocks are not being “made-to-order” so being able to keep your food quality up is a struggle and daily challenge. In these types of dishes, it is hard to make any substitutions due to the nature of the recipe.
On the other hand, many dishes are not that way when it comes to preparation. Sandwiches, salads, sautéed items, etc. all can be actually “made-to-order” and quickly reach the customer. With these types of dishes, it is easy to make substitutions or leave allergens out, etc.
My basic approach to any special requests from customers is that if their request is possible/doable, then the answer is “yes” as to whether or not a substitution or alternative can be executed. The customer, in my regards, is always right so if their request is something that can be done at the moment then it will be done. Of course, there are requests that simply can’t be fulfilled. (i.e. a gluten free customer wants sorghum flour used in their pasta but there is no sorghum flour in the establishment).”
One of the things I appreciate about Chef Koeller is his ability to adjust to requests on the fly, something that is aided by the depth of his experience. Experience and education such as his typically aren’t found in most chain or fast-oriented restaurants. Many chain restaurants don’t require any formal education for their kitchen staff at all and turnover is frequently high, making the development of those skills difficult. Asking a line cook at iHop to make adjustments in how your chicken is cooked might be more challenging than making a similar request at a restaurant such as Black Market.
Again, Chef Koeller explains:
One of many points that are taught to a culinary student is that he/she are not cooking for themselves anymore; they are cooking for others. In today’s world of increasing food allergies, diabetes, and compromised immunities, it is critical for a chef to be aware of the various challenges such as you speak. Truth in advertising is heavily stressed because of these obvious reasons. A menu item that contains 40% sodium enriched ingredient(s) should state something to that fact on the menu. With the high turnover in hospitality employees, it has been increasingly difficult to rely on the server to relay important dietary information to the customer.
When I first started looking at places that were safe to eat, I instinctively looked online for nutrition information. What I saw tended to scare me. There are several websites that specialize in providing nutrition information for common dishes at chain restaurants. Pulling from the website nutritionix.com, we looked at some dishes one might think would be safe. Here’s what we found. Percent Daily Values are based on a 2000 calorie diet.
From Applebee’s:
From Panera Bread:
From Red Lobster:
Any of those menu choices might be one which a conscientious person would reasonably think safe for the average diabetic, and for some diabetics, they might very well fit the bill. However, there are caution points to each one. Look at the fat values, especially saturated fat. Fat turns into sugar and is often more dangerous than the actual sugar content of the food. Anything that represents more than 10% of my total allowable fat intake for the day is something I tend to avoid. Pay attention, also, to sodium. The Applebee’s menu item, as healthy as it sounds, is already over my limit of 2300 mg for the day. For anyone with concerns about heart disease, cholesterol levels are important as well. None of these menu items are as safe as we would like for them to be.
There’s a danger, though, of relying on nutrition information. There are different ways of calculating those numbers and percentages. While the differences are typically not severe, when one is watching each and every gram, such as I do, those differences can matter a lot.
Diabetics also need to understand that certain foods inherently come with certain risks. One large egg, for example, represents 50% of my daily cholesterol limit. I don’t have to ask, I know that anything prepared with egg is going to have a higher cholesterol and a slightly higher fat level. Knowing these things is important when dining at locally-owned restaurants that are not likely to have nutrition information available and for very good reason. Ed Rudisell explains:
“For small restaurants, it is nearly impossible to provide nutritional information. Our menu items change too frequently, the lab costs for testing are insanely high – making it the territory of chain restaurants, and preparations of a dish can change daily with the availability of ingredients/produce meats.”
What may be the biggest challenge to diabetics, however, is portion size. We, as Americans, are preconditioned to think that more is better and that, especially when it comes to food, we need to make sure we are getting our money’s worth. This is one of the primary reasons that America has an obesity issue and contributes in no small amount to the rise in Type 2 Diabetes. We are, in a word, gluttons, and that is a huge problem. Moreover, the fault for that problem doesn’t lie with the restaurants, but with the consumer. We demand more, so restaurants feel obligated to provide more.
Jolene Ketzenberger, editor, and the host of WFYI’s Eat, Drink, Indy, among a number of other food-related qualifications, places the responsibility for portion sizes squarely on the consumer:
Consumer demand drives dining trends. As more people wanted vegetarian or gluten-free dishes, for example, more restaurants began offering them. And now we have some strictly vegetarian restaurants. If there is a demand for a specific type of food, the market will comply, and someone will offer it. I think some restaurants, particularly the locally focused, farm-to-fork restaurants, do offer smaller portions; in fact, many of them get criticized about it. And the “small plates” trend makes it easy to enjoy a few bites of a dish rather than an entree-sized portion. So diners do have more options these days to eat lighter, healthier fare.
Mr. Rudisell adds:
As far as portion control is concerned, we try to keep everything reasonable. But I will say this: A LOT of Hoosiers’ definition of value is based on quantity over quality. We encounter this all the time. If you read the reviews of some of the best restaurants in the city, you’ll very often find “portions are too small for the price”. Again, quality is hardly taken into consideration, if at all. A lot of people only focus on the size of the plate and not the quality of the food/preparation. I’ve seen this time and again in my 25 years managing restaurants.
I cannot help but think that this is why it can so often be difficult to find menu items that are safe for diabetics without modification. We don’t say anything. Some are too embarrassed. Some don’t want to be a bother. The worst, though, is that the majority of people with Type 2 Diabetes aren’t even trying. Again, going back to the case of my deceased friend, even among people who know they are diabetic, roughly 70% are not following any kind of doctor-prescribed plan for addressing the disease! They prefer to endure the ever-growing list of consequences rather than watching and tracking what they eat, taking a handful of medicines every day, and getting a reasonable amount of exercise. Such ignorance speeds one’s encounter with death and ultimately reduces the amount of pleasure one can have in their life.
[dropcap]Since that first day when I was caught out and needing food, I have had other situations come up where I needed to make a quick decision about where to eat. While I may not be able to indulge in my favorite fat-ladened pizza, I found several places that I can eat safely and still enjoy something with more culinary expression than kale. The onus is on me, however, not the restaurants and not the chef, to know what my body needs and what fits within my dietary allowances. [/dropcap]
Can diabetics eat out and enjoy the experience? Absolutely! Here are some simple steps for making your dining out just as much fun as it has always been.
Let’s get real before we end this thing. Being diabetic is anything but fun. The problems can be severe and it has severely curtailed my activities. Even if I get my A1C level down below 5, diabetes never goes away. The dangers associated with the disease never goes away. Diabetes is a life sentence and the best one can do is learn how to deal with it effectively.
I am distressed by the number of people who do nothing to control their diabetes. If all 30 million diabetics started paying attention to controlling the disease, eating better, taking their medicine, and exercising, we could have a dramatic impact on the entire country. We would likely see more restaurants with menu items appropriate for diabetics without modification. We might even see changes to how fast food is stored and prepared. Who knows, we might even start seeing pizzas with whole wheat crusts and non-processed toppings!
We, as diabetics, have to shoulder the responsibility, though. Nothing changes if all we do is sit on our ever-expanding asses and ignore the issues plaguing our health.
Yes, you can eat out. Take some responsibility and find places that work for you. Everyone will be better for it.
Due to an anticipated number of deaths following the severe shortcomings and discriminations codified in the American Health Care Act ( #AHCA ) passed today, we will immediately begin offering a new service: death photos!
That’s right, we will allow you to remember your loved one(s) forever with a photo taken of them as soon after death as the coroner or funeral home will allow. We can’t think of a better way to remember how your family member looked in those precious, final moments as their #AHCA insurance once again refused to cover a pre-existing condition. You can then share your photos with the Republican members of Congress and the demonstrably evil entity passing as the 45th president so that they can see what their handiwork has done.
Right now, we are offering this service for a mere $35 for anyone who dies of cancer, asthma-related illness, diabetes, or any of the other diseases the #AHCA lists as pre-existing conditions. We’re expecting heavy business the instant the #AHCA is signed into law, so feel free to go ahead and reserve your death photo today!
(Republican politicians not covered under this service and can only be photographed if trampled by a raging mob of angry voters)
There are five humans crammed into this tiny little house of ours. Schedules, interests, and preferred activities vary wildly. Rarely do we get the chance to do anything together. Most days, we even eat at different times.
So, I thought it might be fun if I bought us all identical pairs of shoes, so we could share some commonality and take pictures. Payless Shoes gave us a great deal on the price—one week before they declared bankruptcy. We then ordered colored shoelaces in everyone’s favorite color courtesy the surprisingly fast service from Feetunique in the UK. Everything arrived in a matter of days, just as the temperatures turned cold again. We had to let our originally scheduled shoot day pass.
Skip down about a week or so when it finally warmed up and we headed out to a tree stump in the park to take pictures. The only problem was that Big Gabe wasn’t able to go with us. We had to go back and shoot his pictures in a slightly different location a couple of weeks later. Yes, I’ve been sitting on these pictures for more than a month.
Eventually getting all the pictures taken and making room in between doctors visits and such, a fair grouping of the pictures are now done. We obviously played with some at great length. After all, we want these to be fun memories more than anything. I absolutely do not believe that all family portraits should be perfectly arranged and predictable. Different is not only good, but attractive.
These pictures also are illustrative of why people take photographs in the first place. They create a record, they capture memories, and maybe they even tell a rather strange and bizarre story. I’ll have to write more on that a little later.
For now, enjoy the new pictures of the human side of our family. As always click on any of the images below to open the full slide show. And if you’re needing some pictures of your own, don’t be afraid to contact us. I promise we won’t drop everyone down a special effects hole. Probably.
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[dropcap]Few still remember that day, for witnesses to the tragic invasion of Peeps™ are not many. Some have died since then. Others moved away and never speak of it. But it was real. We have the pictures to prove it.[/dropcap]
It was a bright, sunny day in April. Easter was on the horizon so stores had dangerously stocked careless numbers of the treacherous marshmallow offenders. For years, experts had warned that the creatures had been massing for an attack. Their legions were great. From season to season, they grew. No one ever threw them out. No one was able to dispose of them. They just sat there in dark cupboards and back stock rooms, waiting. Then, on this April morning, they decided their time had come.
Children were in school and most people were working so they didn’t hear the clutter as the Peeps pushed their boxes off of shelves and onto the floor. Deftly, their years of training coming into play, they removed the cellophane covering, painfully separated themselves, and left their boxes, searching for victims.
Numbering in the millions, the Peeps might have been successful had they not underestimated the temper and aggression of the humans they encountered. No one had warned them about the sharp, ferocious teeth nor the dangers of being crushed by these giant beings. The Peeps swarmed but found themselves no match for the creatures they encountered.
The scenes were gruesome. The fatalities were many, numbering more than those at Bowling Green. Thanks to the determination of a few patriots, the terror attack was thwarted. The remaining Peeps ran for the cover of their packaging.
Beware, though. Defeated once, they have not given up. The Peeps still grow in number. Our national security depends on you. If you see Peeps, trash Peeps. That is our only hope for survival.
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With the recent death of Ben Speer, the style of southern gospel music popularized by James Vaughn and the Stamps-Baxter singing schools in the earliest part of the 20th century fades into the mist. The old quartets are gone. In their place is a smoother, slicker sound that is more like popular country music than anything that has its roots in a church. This was a sound that influenced people such as Bob Wills and Elvis Presley, among others. The genre has suffered before, but this time there likely is no resurrection.
I realize that the majority of people who are our regular readers won’t have a clue what I’m talking about. Certainly, most of those in my immediate circle have never heard of southern gospel music at all and even among those who do, few would recognize the difference in styles between the mid-20th century and now. Southern gospel music is important, however, not merely from a religious perspective within the Christian community, but from an educational perspective as well. Let me explain why.
Way back in the mid-1800s, when any kind of formal education was limited largely to the wealthy and formal music education even more difficult to afford, along came this guy B.F White and his good buddy E. J. King. White had developed a four-tone scale, commonly known as the fa-sol-la scale, that used shapes to indicate the notes. It looked something like this:
The style was modified over the years to eventually account for a full 8-tone scale, but the purpose remained the same: to make it easier to teach music to people who couldn’t read. Singing schools teaching the shaped-note system occurred all over the country, most frequently in the one-room churches that also doubled as the community schools. Music schools were often held on Saturdays so that the hymns could be sung in church on Sunday.
The system spread steadily throughout the 19th century, especially throughout the South. Then, in 1920, James Vaughn revolutionized the whole music school paradigm by forming a quartet with three of his brothers that would travel, perform, and teach. This provided for each of the four parts to break out and be taught separately, making the schools more efficient.
Vaughn’s quartet was so successful that it started a movement. Vaughn himself founded 16 other quartets and sent them out singing and teaching. Quartets started popping up everywhere. Some were specific to singing schools, but others began to focus on performance, singing at tent revivals. When Virgil Stamps founded what would become the Stamps-Baxter Music Company in 1924, the singing school movement spread even faster as the paper-backed song books were cheaper for churches and individuals to afford. The song books were so popular that I’m willing to be there are still rural churches scattered across the South that has them sitting in their pews.
As the nation sank into the Great Depression, more people turned to churches as a source of comfort and the singing schools as a primary source of entertainment. There were a lot of notable people who were involved, including Alfred Brumley, Thomas A. Dorsey, Bob Wills, and Mosie Lister. Anyone familiar with the heritage of southern gospel music has sung the songs these people wrote.
In the middle of all this, in 1939, G.T. Speers, more commonly known just as “Dad,” formed a quartet with his wife Lena, and his sister and brother and law. Dad Speers worked for Vaughn’s company at the time and later took a position as a singing teacher for the Stamps-Baxter company. As his own sons, Ben and Brock, grew older, they eventually replaced Dad’s sister and brother-in-law. Their daughters, Rosa Nell and Mary Tom would sing with the group at different intervals as well. The Speers Family represented, in almost every way possible, the core and spirit of southern gospel music. Here’s a sample from a 1950s performance with Mom, Dad, Ben, and Brock.
After World War II, southern gospel music, with its rich harmonies and a call-and-repeat music style that made each part stand out, took off and became a commercial success. Singing “conventions,” featuring multiple quartets, became as popular as the tent revivals that dominated the Eastern portion of the United States, especially the South. The quartets were typically accompanied by an accomplished pianist whose stylings were as unique as any sonata and frequently as complicated as any jazz riff. The sound was wholly unique from anything else being recorded at the time.
Groups started becoming celebrities. Names such as the Blackwood Brothers, The Statesmen, The Cathedrals, The LaFeveres, The Happy Goodman Family, The Chuck Wagon Gang, The Flordia Boys and The Kingsmen were well known and frequently drew large crowds. Southern gospel music became a competitive recording genre in which music labels such as RCA were all too happy to invest. However, that post-war burst was to be short lived.
In 1954, a plane carrying The Blackwood Brothers Quartet crashed, killing two of its members. Almost overnight, the quartets and many other musicians abandoned flying and took to using tour buses. While the buses seemed safer, there was an emotional price to be paid for spending hours on end traveling from one engagement to another. Disputes flared as differences in musical taste and the limits of personal space along with time away from families took its toll. As was common for the time, many quartet members also smoked heavily, creating health problems for several.
As television became increasingly popular, southern gospel music took its place there as well. Prior to the dominance of network daytime television and news, many local stations produced their own programs featuring quartets both local and national groups. In 1964, Lea Beasley of The Flordia Boys produced the first nationally syndicated southern gospel program, “Gospel Singing Jubilee,” anchored by the Florida Boys, but featuring every major southern gospel group in the country.
With the 60s, the influence of more contemporary Christian music, fueled by the success of musicals such as Godspell, and Jesus Christ, Superstar, as well as the popular compositions of Ralph Carmichael, began to increasingly dominate among younger audiences. The popularity of southern gospel music waned as churches struggled to hold the attention of teenagers and young adults.
Audience numbers and record sales declined through the early part of the 70s. Then, in 1973, at the National Quartet Convention in Nashville, TN, James “Big Chief” Wetherington, the bass singer for The Statesmen since 1953, died suddenly backstage of a heart attack as the group was about to go on. Hearts sank as the death of one of the most recognizable figures in southern gospel music was announced on national television.
One can argue that from that point forward, southern gospel music was seen more as a novelty act. When Elvis Presley added J.D. Sumner and the Jordanaires as his backup group, few people knew of the long-standing connection Presley had with southern gospel music. Instead, they saw the secularization of a gospel group. When the Oak Ridge Boys released a secular album in 1977 and scored a hit with Ya’ll Come Back Saloon, the public perception of southern gospel music plummeted even more.
While southern gospel music never went away, it became more of a niche genre with a small and aging audience.
In 1991, The Gaither Vocal Band was recording in a Nashville studio and invited several well-known gospel singers and groups to join them for a specific song. After the song was recorded, the singers, many of whom had not seen each other in several years, stayed and reminisced and sang around the piano. This gave Bill Gaither an idea to create a program that would bring together the remaining living southern gospel legends as well as current groups, including soloists and duets that had started dominating the genre in the 1980s.
The resulting Homecoming series of videos and recordings were a boon for both Gaither and the southern gospel music industry. Suddenly, people were interested in old-time southern gospel music again with its individual voices blended together in syncopated counterpoint and improvisational piano stylings that were a blend of ragtime and jazz. Just as much, people were interested in the aging legends that Gaither brought together. Seeing Ben Speer, Jake Hess, Vestal Goodman, and J.D. Sumner all singing together was a reminder of just how powerful the blending of those voices could be. When The Statemen’s Rozie Rosell joined Jake Hess, Hovie Lister, and George Younce one last time for Oh What A Savior, there was hardly a dry eye left in the house.
One of my favorite moments was when the Homecoming choir was singing Heavens Jubilee with Rosa Nell Speer on the piano. Homecoming pianist Anthony Burger tried bumping Rosa Nell off the piano bench. It didn’t work. Here’s what happened.
The little fun moments like that made this revival of old-time southern gospel music feel personal, feel special. Millions of people bought the tapes and recordings, bringing the genre of southern gospel music back into the limelight once again. The number of groups began to grow and even though the new sound was different, it is difficult to deny that the Homecoming events prevented southern gospel music from being relegated to a moment in history.
Nothing lasts forever, though, and when one centers a series of events around personalities who are already well past their prime one has to expect that there is going to be a point where those who started the series are no long there, and after more than twenty-five years that is what has happened. Consider all the wonderful musicians who appeared on the Homecoming series that are no longer with us. I’m not sure this is a complete list, but here’s what I could find. The year each one died is in parenthesis.
Some of those deaths hit the community especially hard. Anthony Burger died unexpectedly while on a Homecoming cruise in 2006. Dottie Rambo passed from injuries sustained in a bus accident in 2008. Both were dominant and joyful personalities that lit whatever room they were in. As each southern gospel legend died, a bit of that old-time music passed with them.
According to Pollstar, the Homecoming tour sold more tickets in 2014 than major rock acts such as Elton John and Fleetwood Mac. However, by 2015, the number of legends able to participate in the tour had reduced so severely that, once again, audiences began to diminish. The light began to go out.
I know that, for our regular readers, this whole article has to seem strange and out of place coming from someone who speaks against the hypocrisy of religion in general and questions the singularity of any deity on a regular basis. So, what gives? Why do I find this particular matter one worthy of several hours of fact checking and date confirmation?
Because, for the first 25 years of my life, southern gospel music was home. The Statesmen, Blackwood Brothers, and Cathedrals were the bulk of records my parents owned. We watched the Gospel Singing Jubilee while getting ready for church on Sunday morning. I learned to play piano in that improvisational style. When I could coax our family around the piano in the evenings, these were the songs we sang. Southern gospel music was a part of our daily life.
Equally important, these were the people we knew. Doy Ott, a former baritone for The Statesmen, was an optometrist in Bartlesville, Oklahoma when not out singing with the quartet. We would drop by, say hi, and listen to his stories about the antics between Jake Hess and Hovie Lister. When I was 14, J. D. Sumner, who was a towering 6′ 5″, claimed I was too short to reach the piano and stacked hymnals on the piano bench before I sat down to play. I met Hovie Lister for the first time when I was 19 and we remained friends until his death in 2001. These and many other relationships we had were personal. In one way or another, each one was influential in how I grew up.
In a metaphorical sense, Ben Speer’s death locks the door on that part of my life. Those who were the most influential, whose instructions and advice I heeded the most, are all gone. While we have recordings and videos to remind us of their incredible talent, we can no longer experience those personalities, listen to the stories, or get bumped from the piano bench as we once did. No matter how wonderfully mastered the recording is, there is no matching the chill that came from being in the same room as Rosie Rozell’s soaring tenor or feeling the floor vibrate when J. D. took his bass extra low.
No one sings that old-time style of southern gospel music anymore, either. Voices that dominate today’s southern gospel scene are more polished, refined, and frequently carefully honed through years of practice and education. One won’t find anyone who first learned to read shaped notes among today’s artists. Today’s southern gospel music is more about who gets the solo on the verses, not the give and take counterpoint of each voice.
I spent no small amount of time yesterday listening to the top 20 southern gospel songs as listed by the Southern Gospel Times. The experience was interesting. I’ve not listened to contemporary southern gospel for many of the same reasons I don’t listen to contemporary country music: the sound holds practically no relationship to the original. That doesn’t mean the sound was bad, mind you. In fact, the vocal abilities of most the artists I heard were quite impressive. Yet, the sound is more heavily produced, micro-managed in a studio to the point that the necessary sense of emotion and conviction that is pertinent to southern gospel music is lost.
A good example would be 2nd Generation’s cover of the Hemphill’s I Came On Business For the King, which is currently number seven on this week’s chart. The trio has a nice sound and great harmony. The song itself has an appealing melody that sticks in one’s ear long after it’s been heard. I can understand why the cover jumped so high its first week on the chart. However, when I turn around and compare that to the original recording by the Hemphills circa 1977, with 13-year-old Candy Hemphill taking the lead on the song Joel Hemphill wrote, the emotion evoked is still amazingly stronger than the new cover.
Southern gospel music now revolves more around individual voices. Quartets of any kind are rare. I had to jump down the chart to number 24 before finding a song by the Tribute Quartet. Their sound was, again, quite good, but so polished and carefully produced that it was missing any connection that might have said, “This is more than just another song.”
I’m not sure words sufficiently communicate what I’m feeling. Let’s see if we can do this another way. Consider first this video posted recently of the Tribute Quartet singing an old southern gospel standard, This Old House. The song, which features the bass, is deceptively difficult because of the tempo at which it’s sung.
Now, listen to an older version featuring George Younce and Glen Payne with The Cathedrals. Mark Trammell is singing lead which dates this video somewhere in the 1980s. Personal side note, Mark’s daddy, Charlie, and my daddy were friends for several years. I first met Mark at their home in North Little Rock when he was 15. He had an amazing voice even then. Anyway, consider the difference in how George treats the song.
See the difference? Please tell me you do. Same song, but totally different levels of emotion and cohesiveness. Notice how George brings the group into a circle so they can actually hear each other, creating a better blend. Few modern groups understand that dynamic, but George grew up in a day when all four members of a quartet had to sing around a single microphone. That unified sound came people working together, not from a mixing board in the back of the auditorium.
Yes. I will admit that there is a lot of “old man reminiscing” going on here. As every generation grows older, there is the challenge of adjusting to the newer sounds of music that is constantly progressing and adopting new technologies and capabilities. We miss the older sounds because they were comfortable for our ears. We know those sounds better and can relax. We don’t know newer music so it takes more effort to listen and we don’t always come away feeling that the effort was well placed.
Let me also reiterate that there is nothing wrong with contemporary southern gospel music. The genre is still valid and isn’t likely to go anywhere anytime soon. While the audiences for individual groups tend to not be as large as the Homecoming gatherings once were, they are still significant enough to warrant attention and consideration.
But that old-time southern gospel sound? Those songs with intricate harmonies and the pianists with fingers that flew across piano keys are all but gone. Not only are the people who sang them gone, but to a significant degree, the people who listened to them and enjoyed them are gone as well. Without a definable audience, any music genre is going to fade away.
What southern gospel music lost with the passing of Ben Speer was the last loud, dominant voice for that old-time, singing school-based, shaped note style of music. He was instrumental in keeping the Stamps-Baxter singing schools going and in reminding the world of that unique sound of which he and his family were so very much a part. I suppose that Bill Gaither might continue to include some of those old songs in whatever occasional Homecoming events he might have, but Bill’s relationship to that old-time style isn’t the same as Ben’s was. Bill has always been more progressive and supportive of integrating new sounds with old music. Ben, on the other hand, was always there to say, “Yeah, that’s nice, but let me remind you how it was meant to sound.”
With Ben Speer’s death, we lose that direct historical connection, that champion of the Stamps-Baxter songbook. No, Ben isn’t the last of that era, but he was the last dominant figure to make sure the sound wasn’t lost or corrupted, that the old-time way of teaching music wasn’t forgotten, and to show us how beautiful it could sound when done correctly. During Ben’s funeral service, Bill Gaither referred to him as the “harmony marshal.” That’s Ben’s commitment to that old-time sound, one committed to intricate and constantly moving harmonies with melodies that lept from high voices to low voices with no warning. Ben understood what it took to put it all together.
We don’t get that sound in the same way anymore. Now, it’s all handled in the control booth. If someone’s pitch is a little off, it’s auto-tuned. If the tempo starts to lag it’s simply pushed a little digitally. All the human fallibilities are removed and along with it so is the sense of human spirit and emotion with which we once identified.
Below, I am embedding the video from Ben Speer’s funeral service (April 11). Unless one is really a huge fan, you’re not likely to want to sit through the entire thing. While the stories and eulogies are entertaining enough on their own, the length at which they go on becomes a bit tiresome for anyone not close to the family. There are a couple of moments, though, to which you’ll want to jump forward.
The first comes at 48:10 when a local choir takes the stage. These are not professional singers. These are volunteers who have a connection with the Stamps-Baxter singing schools of which Ben was so very much a part. They sing four songs. This is southern gospel music in the raw, the sound that came from rural churches all across America for the better part of the 20th century. There is no measured volume, no careful blending of voices. This is an open-up-and-let-it-fly style of singing. During the summer, which church windows would be open, you could hear the sounds all over town and the echoes out into the country. What you want to hear, though, is about the 55-minute mark with the choir sings a verse in the fa-sol-la style taught in the singing school. Don’t be surprised if it takes a moment for your ears to adjust. To the uninitiated, it can sound as though they’re singing in some strange language. It’s not. At the 58-minute mark, they move into a song by “Dad” Speers that was one of Ben’s favorites and was well-known for singing, He Is Mine and I Am His. Again, the sound is unpolished, but the emotion is evident throughout the auditorium.
Then, following a couple of eulogies and other songs, at 1:32:50 Bill Gaither finally takes the pulpit and after some brief remembrances, leads the Homecoming choir in some of Ben’s best-known songs. I’ll be honest, this part was rough for me. I looked across the faces and there were so few that I recognized. I saw Lea Beasley of the Florida Boys there and Reba Rambo-McGuire as well as a handful of others, but all the other familiar faces and voices with which I grew up were absent. They’re all gone. As the choir sang songs I’ve heard Ben Speers and his family sing my entire life, there was no getting rid of the lump in my throat. Oh The Glory Did Roll comes at 1:47:34 and gives one a more polished, professional version of the Stamps-Baxter style of singing. It really is quite impressive. Then, at 1:51:30, they start in on Never Grow Old and when they get to the second verse, they bring up a video of Ben merged with a video of Dad Speer, singing the song along with them. The emotion couldn’t have been any higher.
Be sure, southern gospel music will continue. There will be singers and groups that will stand out and they will find contemporary ways to speak to a contemporary audience. But it will be different. That old-time southern gospel sound, the part that was rooted in the Sacred Harp and burgeoned from the Stamps-Baxter singing schools, is gone. What’s left are memories. Recordings. Videos. We’ll hold on to those memories with fondness even though our life takes us so very, very far away from that community. I’ll always appreciate what this sound and this music means to me and a part of me will miss it.
With fondness, we say goodbye and rest in peace.
With thousands of major brand name stores closing this year, fashion labels and department stores alike are struggling to find a way adapt to a fundamental shift in how people dress. Comfort dominates over style. Dress codes once forged in steel have been shattered. Rare are the occasions when we feel the need to “dress up.” Our preference is for wearing what once would have been referred to as gym clothes. All around the world, we have become a society of slobs.
My youngest son’s prom was last night. He came out of his room dressed in a black tux with white shirt and a tie that I had to tie for him. He was even wearing hard soled shoes for the first time in well over a year. He was handsome. He looked good. I took pictures to send to his mother.
Within ten minutes of arriving back home, however, he was back in his typical uniform of shorts and a t-shirt so old the white cotton has yellowed. This is how he prefers to dress. This is how his friends prefer to dress. They see little reason to dress up, especially if they’re spending most their day in a classroom.
On one hand, it would be easy to say that my son’s choice of clothing style is typical of a generation, and to some extent it is. However, his generation is merely taking to the extreme a trend that has been growing since before I was a teenager. We can talk about millennials and Gen-X and Boomers all we want, but the truth is we’ve been building to this level of casualness since the Great Depression of the 1930s, nearly a century ago. Society’s standards for clothing are not based on the trends of a single fashion season but upon multiple generations desiring to be more comfortable, less rigid, and freer.
Unfortunately, in our desire to run away from the corporate dress code and gender-based stereotypes, we have gone to such an extreme where the greater majority no longer care about trends or passing fads, or standards, or social expectations. We care more about our own comfort, creating our own “style,” being “unique,” and not selling out to a label. In the process, we have become a society that is full of slobs. We’re not just casual. Our global fashion style has evolved to a point to where wrinkled and slouchy is acceptable and we have decided to be okay with that.
One of the challenging aspects of my life now is that I struggle to get in 30 minutes of physical exercise or reasonably aerobic activity during the day. My doctor insists that I must, but our house is small, space is limited, and the effects of unpredictable weather provide too many convenient obstacles. Still, I have to take responsibility for my health (Kat insists) and that led to me going to the mall this week to do that stereotypical old person thing: walk. I have become that person. We’re not there to shop, just walk.
I took the 18-year-old with me for safety. I still don’t have these new meds balanced out just yet and sudden blood sugar drops are a problem. Sure enough, by the time we made a couple of rounds, I needed to sit and chug some juice. This gave us a chance to people watch, which is typically an interesting enough activity all on its own. What we observed was interesting.
The number of women wearing some form of Spandex®-infused leggings was roughly 70 percent. Most were black, but there were a couple of middle-aged women whose thighs were far from toned wearing leggings of bright colors and designs that made it impossible to not notice that their thighs were large and not toned. Easily 90 percent of men were in jeans or some other casual pant, loose fitting, a little too long. The day’s cool and wet weather had most everyone in a jacket, the range running from Nanook of the North-styled parkas to plain hoodies. Under those jackets were primarily t-shirts, which isn’t too surprising. None of the shirt tails were tucked, though, and men especially tended to not tie their shoe laces, leaving them dangling or tucked in the top of their sneakers. The general appearance, overall, was best termed as slouchy.
Sure, there were exceptions. We saw a couple of young women wearing very nice dresses, fully coiffed and made up, pushing babies in strollers as they headed toward Von Maur with fierce determination. People of certain ethnicities and religious practice were dressed according to their cultures’ traditions. One young woman, who might have been coming from or going to a job interview, was dressed what we traditionally refer to as “professional” but was having some difficulty walking in block heels that were about a size too large for her.
Those were the very obvious exceptions, however. More typical was the teenage girl who wandered into Pac-Sun wearing well-worn flannel pajama pants and a frayed hoodie. The pajamas were long enough to nearly hide her worn sneakers and the hoodie was large enough to obliterate most her features. She shuffled as she walked and her phone never left her ear.
How did we get here? Blaming generations is easy, but incorrect. We’ve been building up to this for a very long time.
Prior to the stock market crash of 1929, what one wore defined their place in society and the vast majority of people were anxious to look better off than they were. Think of what we refer to as the “roaring” twenties and one conjures images of girls in flapper dresses and men in sharp pinstripe suits. While the every-day reality was something a little less formal, there remained a sense that how one dressed reflected their character and morality.
The Great Depression changed all that, however, and by the time we came out of World War II we had begun softening our attitudes toward how we dressed, especially in non-work settings. Denim moved away from being strictly the uniform of labor and became an after-school favorite of teens and college students. Slacks became a regular part of women’s fashion and men came home and traded their suits for khaki slacks and open-collared short-sleeve shirts. As quaint as that may sound to us now, it was a fundamental shift in philosophy as casual wear became a fundamental part of the fashion industry.
Once society got a taste for casual style, we decided we really liked it and slowly moved toward integrating more casual looks into our daily wardrobes. By the time we got to the 1970s, we had the horrible experience of the leisure suit, leather fringe, and the shift toward athletic footwear for things other than athletics. The “track suit” became a thing and President Jimmy Carter even wore jeans and a denim jacket in the oval office. Ronald Reagan tried pulling the nation back with forced formality at the White House, but it was too late. Casual Friday became a workplace
Casual Friday became a workplace norm in the mid-80s and by the time Bill Clinton took office in 1992 the world was well on its way toward khaki hell, fueled by the casual attitudes of the burgeoning high-tech industry. Office dress codes that once required ties and jackets of men and dresses for women were the exception rather than the rule by the time the world nervously celebrated Y2K. Denim was always pre-washed and often “distressed” and ripped in strategic places. Flip-flops replaced sneakers to the point that some people didn’t think twice about wearing them for official visits to the White House.
Underwear became a part of our fashion sense, partly thanks to Madonna and partly the influence of Calvin Klein. “Street style” and “urban” became regular parts of our fashion lexicon. Questions of what, exactly, defined “office appropriate” became a regular struggle for HR managers who no longer had a clear road map to follow. We rebelled against any kind of forced style structure and increasingly insisted upon autonomy in deciding what we wear.
At the same time, we also became more self-aware regarding our health and our bodies. Videos on the Internet allowed us to see “behind the scenes” of how the “beautiful people” kept in shape. Fitness went mainstream and yoga, especially, not only became the dominant form of wellness but also infused itself into our fashion sense. Yoga pants and sports bras went from being something one wore to the gym to a regular part of our wardrobes no matter where we were.
In 2014, Vanessa Friedman, of The New York Times asked what to call this “gym-to-street sector that has suddenly become the hottest thing to cover two legs?” Nike CEO Mike Parker declared, “Leggings are the new denim.” Beyoncé’s line for Topshop targeted “women who go to yoga or the health club, as well as those who just want to look as if they do,” according to WWD. The term “athleisure” came to define those clothes that have an athletic appearance but are not really meant for one to actually sweat in. Alexander Wang, chief among the athleisure designers, made a killing.
In the short years since our style decisions have completely disintegrated. If athleisure is okay, then a couple of steps below that must be okay as well. Ragged, ill-fitting, wrinkled, old, and frayed have become such a standard part of our wardrobe that we even see those elements incorporated on fashion’s runways.
The problem is that fashion relies on trends, which change and lead us to keep buying new clothes. Athleisure is not a trend and as we dissolve into a new level of slovenliness we care less and less about purchasing anything new.
A part of me cried this week when Ralph Lauren announced that they are closing their flagship store on New York’s 5th Avenue. Not only has that store been the base for all things Ralph Lauren, in recent years it’s been the home for the designer’s fashion shows, spectacles that transformed the entire store into a giant runway. Lauren is not alone, though. Fashion retailers are fleeing their 5th Avenue shops like rats flee a sinking ship and that sinking metaphor is more appropriate than any of us care to admit. Consider the number of store closing already announced this year:
I know, not all of those have anything to do with fashion or style, but what affects one retail sector ultimately affects them all. How we dress or don’t dress, the degree to which we shop or don’t shop, has a ripple effect across all of retail, even reaching all the way out to seemingly extreme disconnects such as Family Christian stores. Guess what: we’re not buying religious t-shirts, either. The retail economy is reeling from such a severe attitude of casualness that we no longer give a fuck whether we buy anything or not.
Not that we care. As our society has descended into this realm of wearing whatever we pick up off the floor and calling it our “personal style,” we don’t seem to realize that at the core lies a self-centered philosophy that no one has a right to challenge or question what anyone else does. For me to sit at the mall and question whether or not someone should be wearing those leggings is considered “shaming,” and I’m told to not do that. For me to challenge the young woman who wore her pajamas to the mall is infringing upon her personal rights. Even my choice of titles, asserting that we are all slobs, is considered judgemental and inappropriate by most. We want to wear what we like and have rejected any sense that anyone has the right to even question our decisions.
The longer-term danger, beyond the severe economic impact and the jobs being lost, is that in our self-centered casual attitude we’ve not only stopped caring about what other people think, we’ve stopped caring at all. We care about my pets, my cars, and my life experiences. Sure, we still consume, and those who cater to our selfish desires are doing well. However, the Internet has made it all too convenient for to pretend that we care about refugees by simply donating $5 online rather than actually getting out and helping people. We post our political opinions on Facebook but can’t be bothered to actually have conversations that matter with our elected representatives. We’ll join a rally if enough other people are going because our egos are stroked when we appear to be part of something popular.
The examination that leads me here is harsh. We are slobs. We are self-centered. We are selfish. While none of these conditions are new, we’ve been this way for thousands of years, where society once considered these traits as something to avoid, we now embrace them fully and cherish them as if they were actually desirable. We love doing and wearing whatever the hell we want. We don’t care if our actions destroy the economy as long as we’re getting what we want. We just don’t want anyone else telling us what to do, where to go, or how to behave. We’re independent, dammit, and if we have to dress slovenly and act slovenly to prove that, then that’s exactly what we are going to do.
Perhaps, however, we need to reconsider some of the lessons our parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents tried to teach us. There is some benefit to following rules. Standards not only help maintain order, they keep us safe. We mind our manners because it matters how we behave and how we treat other people. We don’t put our wants and desires first because it is important to actually care about other people first. We are taught delayed gratification because it keeps us fiscally stronger and avoids the irresponsibility of debt. We dress as well as we can for any given situation not to show off but because it is a sign of respect for those around us.
That last piece there, respect, is something we’ve all but lost. We want others to respect us, we’re all about people respecting who we are and what we do, but we give no one anything to respect in the first place. Respect does not exist when we don’t care what other people think. When we choose to dress like trash, we are effectually telling the rest of the world that we think they are trash. When all of our actions and motivations are self-centered on personal pleasure and gain, we are telling the rest of the world that we think they are inferior. We can copy and share the suicide hotline number on our Facebook profile over and over and over, but the proof of whether we actually care about the lives of other people lies in our all our actions, not our words.
How we dress, how we talk, the activities in which we directly participate, tell those around us whether we respect them as humans, part of our shared society. Dressing, speaking, and behaving appropriately says that we care, that we are willing to put respect for others above our own comfort and/or convenience. Without that visible demonstration of respect, all the words we might post on social media or anywhere else are meaningless.
We when dress, speak, and behave like slobs, we tell those around us that we really don’t give a shit about them. We say that our own comfort and perceived independence is more important than anything or anyone else. Ultimately, slobs don’t even respect themselves.
We can do better. We must do better. I don’t know about you, but I don’t care to be a part of a society of slobs.
[dropcap] Sleep deprivation. That’s really the only excuse I can think of for some of the copy that was offered up during our latest round of business card re-design. As a photographer and creative, I can’t keep handing people the same business card year after year. First, the phone number keeps changing in this cell-oriented world where keeping the same number is an exercise in how much patience I don’t have. Second, seeing the same business card more than twice makes one look boring. We have to keep changing this up. [/dropcap]
As we were once again going through that process this week, our habit is to choose from some images we like, whether they be cute or different or just awesome, and then try them out on our business card template along with unique copy for each one. We then eliminate them one by one until we have the look we want. or at least have some concept of what we don’t want.
In the end, the two-sided design we chose looks nothing at all like the images you’ll see here. We rejected all of these looks, all the copy, all the concepts. And after having gone through that process, we found some humor in the ones we rejected.
So, here are the ones we didn’t choose. As for the ones we did, you’ll just have to catch up with me somewhere and ask for one. They should be here in a couple of weeks.
As always, click on any image below to view the full slideshow.
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Flagrant fouls are part of college basketball and a game can turn on a last-minute call. Sometimes it’s good strategy but it comes with risks. Acts of terrorism, political malfeasance, and the whims of the universe can also come with flagrant fouls of their own. Perhaps, like basketball, we should get a free throw when those happen. Something good to counter the bad.
[dropcap]One of the things that make the month of March endurable is the NCAA basketball tournament. I like basketball up through the college level. The players work hard, develop their skills, and learn to work as a team. Anything can happen on any given night during this tournament. South Carolina can take down a perennial powerhouse like Duke. Wisconsin can eliminate top-seeded Villanova. The excitement is palpable.[/dropcap]
Games can turn around, though, when someone does something questionable and intentionally fouls a player from the opposite team. Strategically, this can be a smart move at the end of a very close game. Intentionally fouling a weak player puts them on the free throw line instead of allowing them to pass the ball to a strong player who might make a three-point shot. Putting a weak player on the line holds the possibility of getting the ball back without giving up any points. Depending on the team and the player fouled, the strategy can give an edge to a team that’s only losing by one point.
A flagrant foul at the wrong time, however, can kill a victory. We saw that happen a couple of times last week in close games. A flagrant foul call against a Seton Hall player in their match against Arkansas almost certainly cost them the game. There has been a lot of debate, especially by Seton Hall fans, over whether the call was justified. Did young Desi Rodriguez really intend to commit the foul or did momentum make the contact inevitable? Referees at the game said the action violated the rules against pushing from behind (NCAA men’s basketball Rule 4; Section 15; Article 2.c.2). The action caused Arkansas’ Jaylen Barford to fall forward, losing his balance. Fortunately, Mr. Barford was not hurt, but the potential was certainly there.
Flagrant fouls in sports are part of the game. We expect them at certain points and there are times it can be a good strategy despite being a clear violation of the rules. However, we too frequently see the same strategy of flagrant fouling outside of basketball and when that occurs, the results are not nearly so entertaining and someone almost always gets hurt.
Terrorism would be a good example. What happened yesterday (22 March) in London was unquestionably a flagrant foul. One person’s deliberate and planned actions cost the lives of five people and injured some 20 others. The act was not only an offense to the people of London and the UK, but to the entire world. Civilized society does not tolerate the deliberate targeting of innocent people. Foul. Take the responsible persons out of the game.
Flagrant fouls happen in politics all the time. Again, there are times when a deliberate breaking of the rules can be a good strategy, such as when Congressman John Lewis led a sit-in on the floor of the House of Representatives last Spring. He brought attention to a critical issue that Congress was attempting to ignore. At other times, however, such actions can be devastating for justice, the rule of law, and the American people.
One of the most recent examples would be Rep. Devin Nunes assertions late yesterday that communications between the president-elect and his staff might have been “inadvertently” caught up in intelligence officials’ monitoring of other targets. Such a statement from the chair of the house intelligence committee was a foul in a couple of different ways. First, the chair was speaking to the press about information the full intelligence committee had not yet seen or discussed, a clear violation of House rules. Second, there is every possibility that the information the Congressman gave to the press was, in part, classified. A direct violation of law.
Who loses in a situation such as this? Justice. The American people. The statements by the Congressman undermine TWO ongoing Congressional investigation, one of which has severe implications regarding the interference of Russians in the US elections last fall. Such deliberate and calculated carelessness underscores the need for an independent, non-partisan investigation into both matters. Congressman Nunes needs to be removed from the intelligence game for such a flagrant foul.
Another flagrant foul would be the threats the administration and Congressional leadership have put on Members of Congress to pass the health care law scheduled for a vote today. GOP leaders and the president have been heavy-handed in their threats to members who have voiced opposition to the bill. The implication of those threats is that the party and/or the administration will “punish” those who vote against the bill. What this administration and party leadership seem to forget is that neither of them owns or control the votes of any member of Congress. Representatives are there to express the voice of their constituents. Failure on the part of a Congressperson to do so is a severe dereliction of duty. The foul is a strategical move by a losing team grasping at straws.
The strategy may well end up going against the administration and result in losing the vote. As of this morning, the Freedom Caucus, which is composed of extreme-right GOP members of Congress, still opposes the health bill. Should they, as a bloc, vote against the bill, it would not pass. The extreme right are not the only ones opposed to the bill, though. Consider the opinion of Senator Lindsey Graham:
Graham: It would be embarrassing for the GOP to pass the health care bill because “somebody tells you you have to” https://t.co/WWPBCO3OAU
— CNN (@CNN) March 22, 2017
There is a caveat here that Congressional votes such as this often come down to the wire as deals are made with individual members of Congress. Yet, getting back on point, the flagrant foul of attempting to overtly threaten Members of Congress is still wrong and, hopefully, contributes to the defeat of the bill.
I could continue to list other flagrant fouls on the part of the administration, but there is a point here at which such accusations feel redundant and fail to serve the point. I suppose, bringing the story back around to our original example, in some ways the administration’s propensity toward misbehavior is like Duke’s Grayson Allen intentionally tripping other players at the beginning of the season. The situation became so bad that Duke had to suspend Allen for several games and the ACC officially reprimanded him for his behavior. The difference is that we can’t just suspend the president for a few weeks. Even if Congress were to grow some balls and reprimand the president for his behavior, it would almost certainly have no effect.
Life throws flagrant fouls at us as well. Repeated trips to the doctor over the past two weeks have tripled the number of medicine bottles on my shelf. With so much medicine comes a wave of side effects and those are the flagrant fouls that leave me unable to stay focused, dealing with increased levels of pain and confusion. The effects are supposed to be temporary, according to the doctor, but the results, for now, are frustrating and debilitating to a large degree. Add to that forced changes in what I eat and how I live and I most certainly think the universe deserves to be whistled for the foul.
I know many of you have felt the same.
In basketball, when one is fouled, one gets a free shot. With a flagrant foul, you not only get the free throws, you get to retain possession of the ball. I think the universe needs to institute such a penalty. For everything bad that happens, for every terrorist incident or every political misappropriation of power, something of equal or potentially greater good has to happen. The two children of Ayshe Frade, whose mother was killed in yesterday’s Westminster attack, deserve for the rest of their lives to be blissful in exchange for the horrendously flagrant foul committed against them. The American people deserve an all-inclusive single-payer healthcare system that cannot be tampered with by Congress.
And me? I just want to be able to take pictures without worrying about forgetting the appointment or becoming ill in the middle of a shoot or having pain affect the quality of my pictures. I’ll take those free throws, thank you.
And against the odds, we’re pulling for Butler against North Carolina tomorrow night. This is what makes March so mad.
I first started noticing the pattern some 30 years ago and it’s only become more relevant with passing time. A lot of important decisions and statements are made on Mondays. Yesterday was a good example. Just consider some of the revelations made yesterday:
All of those issues are important in one way or another and now that they’ve been announced, the fallout starts. Expect it to be a rough day at the State Department. Firing decisions are often made on Tuesday (though they may not be announced until Friday). Don’t be surprised to see some bankruptcy and store closing announcements today. It’s going to be rough for a lot of people.
Then, there are the things one doesn’t read about in the newspaper. A dear friend became a widow at the age of 49 yesterday thanks to her husband’s heroin addiction. Another friend who had relocated across the country for a better job lost that job yesterday, less than six months after the move. There are surgeries and complications, illnesses evading diagnosis, and physical problems threatening to end careers.
Tuesdays suck.
So, though we don’t have a lot of time to just sit and look at pictures, we do have some pictures, re-processed with bolder tones. These photos won’t solve anyone’s problems. However, our hope is they will at least provide a moment’s respite from all the stress and anxiety that come with any given Tuesday. Click on a thumbnail to view the whole slide show. We’ll worry more about the news stuff tomorrow.
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Not everyone has their parents’ credit cards to finance their galavanting around the world but we still want our shot at fun, adventure, and, be honest, a chance to escape the lunacy of the president and his administration. How does one finance any kind of escape? There’s a new player on the web that aims to help solve that problem by allowing companies to hire freelancers by paying for their travel, room, and board. Sounds good, doesn’t it? We decided to check it out.
[dropcap]I had gone through the process of reading the morning’s news and was in the process of banging my head on the desk yet again when I came across this article in AdWeek that captured both my attention and my imagination. The article introduces a new service that aims to connect companies with freelancers in an effort to save companies money and provide freelancers with the adventure and escape that we all want. Well, most of us. I do know a couple of people who are afraid to leave their own living room.[/dropcap]
The website is Wanderbrief and it works like some other freelance-oriented services in that it collects “briefs” from companies and then tries to match those with freelancer’s skills. Companies get to review the profiles of appropriate freelancers and then negotiate a deal. The company pays travel, room, and board and the freelancer completes the assigned project on location. Sounds like a nice way to get out of town for a few days, doesn’t it? The projects range from 1-4 weeks, so we can fit them in between the actual paying assignments so that the lights stay on at home and we don’t come home to find all our junk on the curb. They also hold the potential for increasing one’s network and thereby increasing the amount of paid work one gets.
We really liked how the article sounded, so we decided to take a slightly deeper look.
Remember, this is still a new site and service and there are places where that really shows. The form for freelancers to join is really short. The “bio” section has a 100 character limit, so they don’t really want to know too much about you. They want to check your socials and the top three items on your bucket list, so have those handy.
They only require that you list two projects, but more can be added (we don’t know that there’s a limit). The kicker here is that you can’t upload files, such as photographs and such. You have to provide a link to online content instead. Now, that could be something on Facebook or Instagram, but stop and think about what could happen after someone looks at the content you link. They start with that picture, but then they continue browsing through all your other pictures, including that one of you smashed off your ass at the Irish pub crawl this weekend. If you don’t already have your own website, ya’ might want to take care of that before you start in on this.
I was rather surprised by how short the form was. I understand the need for brevity, especially given the short attention span of many creatives. However, there are some simple things that I think would help companies make a better decision, such as:
These are issues that regularly come up when freelancing and it always concerns me when a prospective client doesn’t ask them. But again, the service is new. I’m sure they’ll adapt as they grow.
Our initial experience on the Wanderbrief website was surprisingly short. It took about 15 minutes to complete the form, so now all we have to do is wait. On one hand, this seems like a lot of fun. However, after downloading the Ts & Cs, we have some questions that don’t seem to be answered anywhere on the website. These are things that come mostly from our experience and/or tails from friends who’ve gone through hell while traveling. With Wanderbrief being new, they’ve not had much chance for bad stuff to happen, but be sure that it will. We’d like to know someone is thinking about these things in advance.
Companies are likely to have some similar questions regarding their rights as well, and if the company side of the website is as brief as the freelancer side, agreeing to a project could mean taking on considerable risks on both sides.
I love this concept. While it’s certainly not for everyone, for those who are available to travel this service is a godsend. I want to see it do well. However, there is a lot that is missing as far as mitigating risks and legal liabilities. I would worry especially about international travel where political situations can force a change in travel plans without any warning. The US government has proven too erratic and too unstable to be trusted. Rex Tillerson’s State Department is still missing hundreds of key employees so going to the nearest consulate may not provide any help at all.
I’m anxious to see what happens next. How long will it take for us to get a brief we can consider accepting? What additional information becomes available when we enter into that conversation? I’m assuming there are more details behind that curtain. I look forward to seeing what they are.
We’ll update this story if/when something happens that makes a difference. In the meantime, go ahead and check it out for yourself. This might be just the thing to help you retain your sanity a moment longer.
After White House Budget Director Mick Mulvaney referred to the president’s budget proposal as “fairly compassionate” this week, many were offended by the characterization because of the severe cuts to social programs. But when we look at what compassion actually encompasses, many of our own lives have room for improvement as well. As we demand more compassion from our government, perhaps now is the time to demand more from ourselves as well.
Compassion is a basic human moral value that is embraced by every major religion and progressive philosophy for the past 4,000 years. Broad in its reach and interpretation, compassion requires one to think outside themselves, to consider strongly not only the needs of others but how one’s own actions affect other people. Compassion requires forgiveness, inclusiveness, and acceptance. Compassion requires giving of oneself to the point of personal sacrifice. Compassion requires setting aside what might make sense in order to do what is right toward another human being, or even the planet. Compassion puts lives before profit and before power. Compassion does not have a bottom line.
Embraced by every major religion in the world, the Christian bible requires feeding one’s enemy (Romans 12:20), and being forgiving, kind, and thoughtful (Ephesians 4:32). The Quran teaches Muslims to “compete with each other in doing good (Surat al-Ma’ida, 48).” The Hindu god Vishnu is motivated by compassion and incarnates to bring compassion to an unbalanced world. The Talmud requires compassion from those who would seek compassion. Nearly every belief system in the world, spiritual or secular, adheres to some form of the “Golden Rule:” Do unto others as you would have done to you.
Against such a background, we can confidently state that to not show compassion is globally immoral. The overriding question, though, is how much compassion is enough? White House Budget Director Mick Mulvaney calls the president’s budget proposal “fairly compassionate” because, he alleges, taxpayer money is only used “in a proper function.” That statement has received considerable backlash, however, as many of the cuts proposed by the White House would spell an end to some of the most compassionate programs that exist. In fact, between the budget and the proposed health care law, the current administration and Republicans in Congress do not appear to have any concern for compassion at all. Between the two bills, these are just some of the items that could be eliminated or severely reduced.
I dare anyone to sufficiently explain how any of those programs are not “a proper function.” Compassion requires that we offer all the assistance we can to the poor, the sick, the homeless, and the underprivileged. There is no profit/loss line to the budget of compassion. One does not measure compassion based on an action’s return on investment (ROI). One cannot even measure compassion based on the success or failure of a program. Compassion is exercising our resources to meet a need. When it comes to compassion, it is better to have dome something and failed than to have done nothing at all.
Compassion requires we look outside ourselves, even outside our own country. The entire concept of “America first” lacks compassion as it ignores the needs of seven billion people world to focus on the narrow needs of some 376 million people in the United States. We cannot call ourselves compassionate if we support and implement programs that remove funding for international aid simply so that we can build an ill-conceived wall across a portion of our Southern border.
For example, yesterday (March 17) was Match Day for doctoral students graduating colleges this spring. This is where the soon-to-be-physicians find out where they will be doing their residency and what communities they’ll be serving. Of course, everyone wants the elite hospitals, but the truth is that all the graduates from all the medical schools in the US are not enough to fill all the residency vacancies. As a result, we have, for many years now, been dependent on foreign doctors to help take up the slack. Without those additional physicians, there would be gaping holes of service, especially in family-oriented fields of general practice. However, the president’s travel ban stands to severely limit the number of doctors who are able to apply for residency in the United States. Not only are doctors from the six directly affected countries prohibited from applying, doctors from other countries are finding their visas under increased scrutiny, delaying or eliminating their ability to accept much-needed medical positions in the US.
Let’s cut this down to reality here: for every doctor who is denied entry to the US, an entire community of Americans has less access to health care. Show me the compassion in such a program.
What strikes me, though, is that perhaps our elected officials fail to show compassion in the legislation they author is, consciously or not, they don’t consider their constituents to be compassionate people. Part of the momentum that drove populists into important positions in the past election is an overwhelming message of selfishness. As a nation, we voted for what we thought best served our personal interest. We didn’t care how our decisions might affect other people. We didn’t care who might be hurt as long as it wasn’t us. Our votes sent a horribly selfish message to Washington and they have responded based on that selfishness.
We need a government steeped in compassion. However, we must first be more compassionate ourselves. We’re talking about more than just dipping into our pockets a bit more. As a nation, we’ve been stuck on this trend of giving approximately two percent of our national GDP for some time now. This makes us look better than we actually are. As the economy improves, so does the dollar amount that we’re giving. However, as a percentage of our income, we’re not actually giving any more. Add to that the fact that 32% of our giving goes to religious entities, of which less than three percent is distributed to social needs, and what we’re doing to help other people is, in reality, much less than we think.
There are opportunities to be compassionate everywhere we look. Just this morning, I was reading about rainforest-free clothing. Now, as a caveat, I have to say that I really don’t like rayon fabric myself, but I understand that for certain garments it is much more cost effective than silk or satin. That aside, though, when we purchase garments made with rayon and support fashion labels who don’t carefully source the fabric, we’re ultimately doing harm to communities dependent on the rainforests for their livelihood. While it’s great that labels such as Victoria’s Secret and Stella McCartney have started eliminating those fabrics from their collections, it is up to us to consciously decide to exercise compassion in choosing rainforest-free clothing.
What we do with our cast-off clothing is anther opportunity for compassion as well. While it is easy enough for us to just dump our closet rejects at the local second-hand facility, the more compassionate move is to work directly with those organizations that interface with giving away clothes to the poor. By avoiding the more corporate entities with huge overhead costs, we can get more clothes to the people who really need them rather than giving Millennials and others an inexpensive way to fund a trendy lifestyle.
Compassion often requires us to make difficult decisions, such as not seeking the death penalty despite pressure to do so, or allowing the terminally ill to die of their own accord without any interference. We don’t like issues surrounding death and often find it difficult to determine where compassion is best applied. Do we act in benefit of those who would die, or do we act for the benefit of those who still live? Compassion is not always an easy or popular choice.
Compassion also leads us to care for the mentally ill and this is where we need to pay special attention because I firmly believe that .many other social issues such as unemployment and homelessness are directly affected by undiagnosed and untreated mental illness. Our country has never recognized and funded treatment for mental illness at anywhere near the levels necessary to have a serious impact on other social challenges. We too often think that mental illness is something that is made up or contrived or created to manipulate a system. However, over 42 million Americans, by conservative estimates, suffer from some form of mental illness, whether it be depression, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia. If we were to be totally honest about veteran PTSD rates, the number would likely double.
Compassion for the mentally ill is challenging because when we get serious about treatment, many would do best with in-patient care but there are not enough facilities, not enough doctors and nowhere near enough funding to meet the inevitable need. Compassion is also complicated by the fact that, for many diagnoses, intervention and care has to be done at a professional level. There are times when the best we can do is to insist someone get professional help and make sure that happens.
For example, let’s take someone who is overtly paranoid and believing that important people are out to “get” them, someone who also lies on a regular basis without any reason for doing so, someone who exaggerates facts, and who lashes out at perceived criticism, someone whose sense of reality is off-base to the point of creating danger. Compassion for this person means not only providing appropriate psychiatric care but removing them from the situations that fuel and perpetuate their psychosis. Compassion also demands that we prevent this person from taking any action that might cause harm to themselves or others, either directly or indirectly. Compassion also requires severing the co-dependent relationships that facilitate the psychosis and allow it to continue.
We all know someone like that. We elected him to office.
We are required to be compassionate. To not be compassionate is immoral.
So, consider what you need to do. Be compassionate and then encourage Congress to do the same.
The retail sector at large, and the fashion industry specifically, has been having a rough time staying afloat the past two years. While a wave of populism sweeps the US and parts of Europe, fashion labels are beginning to worry that populist politics could gut fashion worse than Germany did during WWII. The comparison is frightening and gives designers more reason to insert politics into fashion.
Fashion appears to be on the verge of crisis. I mentioned more than once during this past season’s coverage on Pattern that there were several names missing from the schedule, but didn’t take the time to explain why. Let’s do a bit of that now.
BCBG Max Azria has been hurting for a while and confirmed it would be seeking bankruptcy protection March 1. There were announcements that all the stores would be closing as the company shifts its attention to online sales. None of that was terribly surprising, given sales trends for the past few years. However, what did catch people off guard was when Lubov Azria, the long-time creative director, CEO, and wife of founder Max Azria, announced she is stepping down from the company completely. She is being replaced in both the corporate and creative positions by Bernd Kroeber, who has been with the brand since 2007. This announcement is generally viewed as a desperate attempt to revitalize a brand whose look and reputation seems stuck in the 90s.
The last SIBLING runway we covered was the autumn/winter 16 season last year. The amazingly popular show had erred in not requiring tickets for their presentation and, as a result, a number of editors and buyers were left out in the cold. When September came, we weren’t able to view the show due to scheduling conflicts, but in looking at the pictures we could tell something wasn’t quite right. The death of founding member Joe Bates due to cancer in 2015 was taking its toll. This season, SIBLING wasn’t on the official London schedule at all (they showed off-schedule). Then, this past Friday (March 10), the label announced they were entering liquidation. Shutting down. Game over. No immediate reason was given.
Then, catching everyone by surprise, THAKOON, the New York-based label backed by Hong Kong investor Vivian Chou, announced that the label is being put “on hold.” This comes less than a month after the label showed its current season collection in New York. While no date has been given for full closure, current inventory is being sold quickly. The reason being given is that the brand’s business model does not line up with the current retail market. Whether we will ever see another THAKOON collection coming down the runway seems doubtful at this point.
Those are just the latest in a line of recent closures that are punching larger and larger holes in the fashion industry. At the same time, department stores such as Macy’s and Saks are struggling to stay afloat as well. Should the department stores go down, the blow to the fashion industry overall would be tremendous.
Understandably, designers are very nervous. Toss international politics into the fray, though, and designers are downright scared. We saw the application of some of that fear this past season as many designers chose some form of protest, some more obvious than others, during their runway presentations. While outsiders wonder if the rhetoric has any substance, those in the fashion industry see the move toward populism as troubling. Already, the US and UK have populist leaders and designers in both countries are bracing themselves for what might be coming next.
One of the biggest reasons for such concern is that nationalism leads to closed markets and lack of access to the international talent pool on which fashion relies. Already, some 97 percent of all fashion is imported in the US, including the president’s own brand, and those of his daughter. What might be a more important number, however, is realizing that even when clothing is manufactured in the US, much of that work is being done by immigrants, roughly 20 percent of whom are undocumented. Any disruption in either trade or immigration is going to adversely affect the fashion industry and both, at this juncture, seem imminent.
Opening Ceremony’s creative directors Carol Lim and Humberto Leon, both of whom are second-generation immigrants, have never shied away from using their clothing line as means of making a political statement, but since the elections last November have found it all the more critical to be steadfastly aware of the current immigration status not only for themselves but many of the people with whom they work. Most recently, they cooperated with Justin Peck, New York City Ballet’s resident choreographer, in the production of a new piece, The Times Are Racing. The ballet looks at how the lives of first-generation immigrants affect the lives of their children as they assimilate into the world, a timely topic under most any circumstances. However, between its debut, on a Thursday, and its second performance, on the following Saturday, something changed. The president signed a travel ban leaving thousands stranded at John F. Kennedy and suddenly the protest of the ballet was being mirrored in real life. Dancers, leaping across the stage in t-shirts that read “Act,” “Defy,” “Protest,” “Shout,” and “Change,” were no longer part of what had happened but were now part of what is happening.
The Council of Fashion Designers in America (CFDA), the organization that represents US-based designers, has already been looking at the problems caused by the shift in policies and what might be done to offset the consequences. There don’t seem to be many positive options. CFDA president Diane von Furstenberg, herself a Belgian-born immigrant, said, “The fashion industry has always been a reflection of what America is all about… inclusion and diversity. I am personally horrified to see what is going on.”
New York–based designer Linda Abdalla, who was born in Ireland and raised in Ohio, told Vice magazine, “It even affects the tailors and the seamstresses, and some of the best ones come from countries that are on the banned list. … Having designers and artists coming from those countries, having this ban on people coming to visit, or study, or work for these brands is a big deal. I just started meeting more African designers who are coming to the states, but this is just another block.”
Even in France, National Front leader Marine Le Pen is leading in polls ahead of April-May elections and has said she will push for the country to leave the European Union and close France’s borders, which would be crippling to the Parisian fashion industry, one of the most influential in the world. France’s current minister of culture, Audrey Azoulay, told the Associated Press, “populist powers” are “absolutely incompatible with the idea of fashion and freedom.”
One of the reasons fashion designers and CEOs are so alarmed is because they or their predecessors have seen this before. Many fashion houses, especially those in Europe, are well over 100 years old, some of them, such as Pringle of Scotland, more than 200 years old. Embedded in those fashion catalogs are the evidence of how international politics and upheaval affect the fashion industry.
Consider the fact that we no longer look to Germany as a fashion power. Yet, prior to the rise of Adolf Hitler in that country, Berlin was just as much a fashion capital as Paris or Milan. What happened? At its peak, Germany was home to approximately 2,400 Jewish-owned clothing labels and garment manufacturers. Between 1933 and 1938, all of those companies disappeared because of one person’s severe anti-immigration stance. Imports were forbidden. Exports completely dried up. The fashion industry in Germany died.
Some of the effects of the populist politics from that era still persist. The “Made it Italy” label sewn into garments from Armani to Gucci to Fendi started under Mussolini in an effort to convince Italian women to stop buying their dresses from Paris. While the label is seen today as more of a marketing tool, the nationalistic purpose has never gone away and Italy is still more closed to immigrant designers and foreign textiles than are other countries.
Fashion is a globally dependent industry, reliant on the international travel of both people and material in order to survive. Designers such as Calvin Klein’s Raf Simons regularly travel back and forth between New York and Europe and around the world not only for inspiration for their collections but to discover new fabrics and textile technologies. When politicians begin cutting off access to the global market, either through import/export taxes or through travel bans of any kind, they drive a knife deep into the heart of the fashion industry.
Most reliant on the free flow of textiles are the “fast fashion” retailers such as H&M and Forever 21 whose low prices are dependent upon garments manufactured at the lowest possible prices, usually in places such as Turkey and Bangladesh. Were imports from those countries to see a new tax of 25 percent or more, as has been suggested by the US administration, fashion retailers across the board, from Macy’s to Wal-Mart would feel the negative effect. Stores would have little choice but to pass the increased costs on to the consumers, resulting in an unprecedented amount of inflation. Eliminate those imports entirely and H&M and its competitors would have little choice but to close. Completely.
The rhetoric of populist politics always sounds good on the surface. “Make America Great.” “America first.” “Buy American.” Yet, history has proven that such nationalism and the fashion industry don’t mix. Fashion has to be open. Fashion, as an industry, must move as freely as a summer dress. There can be no borders. There can be no domestic restrictions. Try to put fashion in a box, even if it is flag-draped, and not only will an industry die, but the economies dependent upon that industry will be crippled.
Fortunately, designers are not the kind of people likely to just slip quietly away. As we saw this past season, they intend to speak up, to use their voices not just on the runway but on store shelves and even on the bodies of their customers to express opposition.
Larger groups are getting in on the action as well because bad laws that affect one sector affect them all. To that end, the National Retail Federation (NRF) released this ad last month in opposition to what’s being called a “border adjustment tax.”
The NRF has a strong lobbying presence in the US Congress and is working against any new legislation that would be of any detriment to the already struggling retail sector.
Now, let’s bring the matter home.
Consider what you are wearing right now. Assuming the clothes were not a gift, how much did you pay for them? $10? $100? Maybe $350 for the whole outfit, including the shoes. Americans are notorious bargain shoppers and hate paying full price for anything (which is a problem unto itself). So, what happens if a 25% tax is pushed on to the customer. The actual price increase is going to be closer to 30% to cover additional administration in filing the tax. So, that $10 item is now $13. Doesn’t seem like much. The $100 dress is now $130, which still doesn’t sound like a horrible increase unless you’re on a budget, in which case crossing that $100 line may not be possible. That $350 outfit though is closer to $450, and if you’re someone who likes designer labels in your clothes that 30 percent adds up even faster.
Oh wait, we’re not done. You can’t wear just one outfit every day (though I know some who would try). Consider how much you spend on clothes for your family each year. The kids’ school uniforms. The shoes (almost none of which are made in the US). The underwear (almost all of which is imported). Can you really afford a 30=50 percent increase in your clothing budget on top of all the other prices that are increasing along with it?
If you’re part of the one percent of the US population that makes over $521,411 a year, you might not be too concerned. The rest of us, however, have every reason to worry.
Populist politics, from nationalistic protectionism to anti-immigration restrictions and overly protective import tariffs are not only bad for the fashion industry, they are equally bad for your life, your children’s lives, and your future.
You might want to consider contacting your members of Congress now.
2021 In Review: The Final Year
Our last year started slow but ended with pictures to carry into 2022
This was the year that broke the proverbial camel’s back. After 37 years, we decided that the costs were too high, the effort too great, and the frustrations too often to bother continuing as a photographer. Officially, we pull the plug on New Year’s Day, but barring some exceptional occurrence, we’ve already taken the last picture. The camera is safely stowed in case I decide to pull it out again, but it’s out of the way, out of sight, and hibernating. One of my chores today is to remove the lights from the back of the car and store them out in the shed along with my tripod and reflectors. We’re done.
Sort of. As slow as this year started, the last six months have been full of activity, much more than we’ve had time to process. Much of this was intentional. I wanted to have enough new material to still enter juried shows for the next couple of years (assuming they survive). As a result, I still have several hundred unprocessed images waiting for my attention. I won’t release them as regularly as I have before, and when I do it may be a single image rather than a full set.
From a public perspective, we’re taking this website into archive mode. There will be no information about booking or hiring. We’ll re-work the portfolios and they’ll take a dominant position on the front page in video format. New material will be toward the bottom of the front page and most easily accessible through social media posts.
Can I be coaxed into shooting again? Maybe. We’ll see how it goes. If I do, it will be on a shoot-by-shoot basis. The concepts need to be original and enticing, something I’ve never shot before, and the people involved need to be exciting. And it will cost more. Just getting everything checked and out the door is going to be more of an effort, so the price is going to be higher. No, I still won’t shoot your wedding. I’ll officiate if you ask (yes, I can do that), but I won’t take pictures.
So, here’s a brief glance back at what we did this year. There’s not a lot. Jan-April was pretty slim. We didn’t post anything the entire month of May because there wasn’t anything to post. That’s largely what prompted this decision. As always, click on a thumbnail to view to collection full screen on your device. Thank you for all the years you’ve watched, encouraged, and commented. We’ll miss you.
-charles
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