Saturday 11 May 2024

SAUCE FOR THE GOOSE

I used to have so much respect and compassion for women - (far more than for men) but it's dwindling rapidly. 

It's all got so petty and vindictive. I still absolutely believe in equal rights and opportunities for women however. I used to believe that the world would be better run by women but now I don't think it would be much different. Women in power behave as badly as men – not because they’re corrupted by the patriarchy but because power corrupts men and women equally. Women are absolutely as capable as men as behaving badly. So I’m not anti-women or anti-feminist. My view is something far more controversial - that men and women just aren’t all that different anymore. 

[I’m talking mostly about the UK. Things are much worse in other parts of the world, and I would absolutely back more women’s rights campaigning there.]

[I will be using the word ‘woman’ throughout in a generic way, responding to many conversations and interactions I’ve had over the years. Obviously it’s #notallwomen so should not be taken personally.]

Things have changed massively in my lifetime

but many women don’t seem to have noticed. Compared to my mum when I was a kid in the 60s - what women can do now compared to what she could do then - the difference is immense. She couldn't have had a career, couldn't have owned property, couldn't have divorced, had an abortion, had casual sex, driven a car, been a single mum, run her own business, gone to uni, gone out for the night on her own, sat in a pub and had a pint, worn sexy clothes out, gone through life unmarried, been a lesbian, hitchhiked around the world on her own, been loud and sweary in public, called the police if she was being attacked by her husband, been a prime minister, a journalist, a vicar, a CEO, a soldier, a doctor, a lawyer…

Sadly modern feminists continually move the goalposts in order to prove that things are as bad as ever and keep the faithful riled up. But it’s no longer good enough for women to simply blame men when things go wrong. It’s time for women to take responsibility for their part in the problem. Women can no longer just say “A man made me do it.” 

All over the place I'm being told that everything is still so much worse for women than for men - despite plenty of evidence to the contrary. There seems to be a very strong need to say that men don't suffer in any way that really matters. If you say bad things happen to men you'll get a long list of bad things that happen to women - but the question is not whether bad things happen to women - of course they do - the question is do they happen MORE than to men? If you want equality you need to know both sides of the equation. Generally though the assumption is that men have nothing much to complain about. 

A while back, a friend online told me what he thought the difference is. “Ok, men suffer” he said, “but not because they are men.” 

Me being me of course, I didn't take his word for it - I checked. The first fact that changed my view is that men get murdered twice as often as women. This seems like quite a big deal. When there's such a huge disparity it's hard to argue that it's not somehow 'because they're men'. Further - men are as likely to be the victims of male violence as women, usually by strangers in public (women mostly by men they know in private) and yet somehow because it's male-on-male violence it doesn't really count. "He got into a fight" they say, as if it’s somehow consensual violence, but that's not how it is. I think there's an assumption that men are all more or less equally able to handle themselves but I suspect people who believe that have been watching too much TV – too many bar-fights and superheroes. I was a soft sensitive lad. I’d never been in a fight with anyone, so when I was attacked (as we all were at one time or another) my reaction was to just take it because if I fought back or tried to escape things would have undoubtedly got worse. I didn’t report it for exactly the same reason women don’t report it – because it was their word against mine and I didn’t want reprisals.

I see no reason to believe that violence against men is somehow less serious than violence against women. There is no reason to assume that men are less traumatised by violence than women, even if we don’t talk about it as much. I believe all attacks against anyone should be taken equally seriously. That doesn’t seem very controversial to me. Women however seem to want sex crimes to be taken more seriously than any other sort of crime, presumably because they are the crimes that mostly affect women. For some women it seems sexual assault still is a fate worse than death.

Near the start of Russia’s invasion of Ukraine there was a story of a woman raped in front of her children by Russian soldiers. This was undoubtedly terrible but the fact that the child’s father was shot outside, presumably for protecting his family, was hardly mentioned. The fact that she will be there to help her children recover from their terrible experience and he won’t doesn’t seem to count.

Then I discovered that men are just generally more likely to die young than women by every means except childbirth.

 (All this is from ONS data). If any of these facts were true of women they'd be major planks of the women's rights campaign, but as it's men it doesn't seem to matter that much. 

Men traditionally get the dangerous jobs (heavy industry, building, heavy machinery, and of course, going to war), so accidents at work are a major contributor. Then young men feel they have to prove themselves by taking stupid risks (drinking too much, driving too fast, extreme sports), is another. Then men not being allowed to talk about their problems or ask for help leads to ‘self-medication’ (addiction), ‘self-harm’ (suicide), crime, homelessness and the rest. Basically, masculinity is a huge problem for men, and the cultural conditioning is every bit as powerful as for women. Women complain about the portrayal of female victims in crime drama, while men are tortured, beaten and killed in vast numbers in the movies without apparently upsetting anyone at all. We all grow up believing men’s deaths don’t mean anything very much.

One reason women don’t want to hear this is because they also think men should be tough and manly and not make a fuss. Men who are hurt and sensitive have ‘fragile egos’. It’s a strange confluence of feminism and toxic masculinity. Women also think that men talking about their issues somehow takes away from the women’s cause – as if it's a zero-sum-game. So it’s essential to only talk about women’s issues – any dissent is seen as anti-women, anti-feminist, and possibly misogynist. Any other point of view is mansplaining or hijacking the conversation. 

There is a question here about whether men are entitled to have a view on women’s rights, or whether or view can even be relevant.

I believe anyone can have an opinion on anything. This is not ‘telling women what to do’ – believe me - I don’t have the power to tell anyone what to do. Further, I have views on all sorts of things that don’t directly affect me – on Palestine for example – but surely for feminism to work it should affect men, and if you are affected, you have a right to express a view. But in any case, if women talk about what it’s like to be a man, then surely men know more than women? And surely that information is useful? If the women’s rights campaign is based on outdated, faulty or simplistic ideas about men then it can’t possibly work as well as it should, and I want it to work as well as possible.

But, more importantly, women can’t expect to simply impose their view on men, any more than men can simply impose their view on women. Nobody is entitled to impose their view of the world on anyone else, and nobody should be expected to unquestioningly accept anyone else’s opinion. If you want people to change you have to persuade them – negotiate, compromise. This seems to be something modern ‘woke’ progressives have forgotten. They seem to think if they get angry people will do as they’re told, and if they don’t they’re fascists. I have genuinely had these sorts of conversations. I ask them “When was the last time you changed your mind because someone shouted at you or called you names?” They tell me that it makes them feel better but that’s just self-indulgent. If you’re not trying to change people’s minds you’re not trying to make things better – you’re just having a tantrum.

It’s been depressing to see how much women really don’t want to hear the other side of the debate – even when the conversation is explicitly about what men think or feel or want. 

Women don’t know what men really feel, think and want, anything like as much as they think they do, and they really don’t like to ask. (Men of course don’t pretend to know what women really feel, think, and want.) It is remarkable how often women have told me I’m thinking something that I know very well I’m not, and then tell me I’m lying if I say so. Somehow women really believe they know what’s going on in my head better than I do. If a man did that to a woman it would be called ‘gaslighting’.

As a result women have some very strange ideas about what it means to be a man. They say they’re tired of hearing from men, but we very rarely talk about how life is for us – how we feel, our problems. The men they hear from are politicians, academics, priests and writers – men who’ve, by definition, had enough ego and privilege to get published – not your average man in the street. The rest of us are silent. We bottle it up or get pissed and make a joke of it, or if things get too much we go nuts and scare everyone. There seems to be this imaginary ‘Man’ in the feminist mind – a well-paid executive in a suit – a boss basically - or maybe a menacing macho type – nothing at all like most of us ordinary blokes. Many men seem to believe it too - it’s a weird sort of cognitive dissonance. The problem might be that the modern progressive movement are middle-class college kids and many of the poor working class are older, male and white. We’re rude and noisy and we won’t do as we’re told. Modern progressives talk down to us and then are horrified when we vote conservative. I don’t condone it, but I’m not surprised. 

The essential point here is that I'm NOT saying life is worse for men but that we all - men and women - have serious problems as a result of the way the world is set up. 

I could write a huge list of bad things that happen to women – I used to be a staunch feminist and I’ve been reading about this most of my life. I take it as read and don’t see the point in rehashing it all here. Now I’m just an egalitarian with a special interest in how men and women interact, and I know we all suffer. The world is not set up for any but a small minority of mostly old white men – and there is no patriarchal trickle-down effect. (Though there is an old-boy network it’s not going to involve anyone I know any time soon.) Violent men also have a kind of power, but most men are not violent. Rape does not benefit all men as I’ve been told - I see no benefit in being distrusted by half the population. Power no longer rests in physical strength but in money and technology. The most powerful men in the world are hardly paragons. Violence is mostly a desperate last resort for people who have no power. Genuinely evil psychopaths are far rarer than the movies suggest.

Then the argument goes ‘Since we men are all so privileged and powerful we could change all this if we really wanted to.’ 

The fact though is that most people have no power to speak of at all. Most people are poor, working class, and minimally educated. The fact that so many people seem to think that you can tell who has the power in a relationship simply by knowing their sex (or age, or race) strikes me as hopelessly simplistic. Life is so much more complicated than that. As I've said many times before, there are too many old white men in top jobs (we all know this) and that skews the income distributions and creates the pay gap, which is a highly misleading statistic. It does not mean that men typically get 9% more than women. As usual it’s more complicated than that. In the UK, for people on lower incomes and for the under 40s the pay gap is very small, and among school leavers girls are doing better than boys. There are more women living in poverty but because they’re mostly single mums they usually get some sort of accommodation and benefits. The truly destitute and homeless are mostly men. Although there still aren’t enough women in those few top jobs, and that is a genuine problem, by far the most significant inequality now is not between men and women but between those old white guys and the rest of us, and that gap is widening. 


Maternity is another reason sometimes given for the gap, but nobody is forced to have children anymore. 

If you choose to take time off to do something for yourself you have to accept that your career will take a hit. Men generally don’t have this option so the most egalitarian approach would be to give everyone a long-paid sabbatical to do something they really need to do – write a novel, go back to uni, travel, or just have a break.

Women complain that they’re treated unfairly if they choose to have children, but men can’t choose to have children at all unless a woman agrees to involve them. I know many men who would love to have been fathers but relationships just didn’t work out so they never could. 

It’s an odd anachronism that we still talk about the man ‘getting a woman pregnant’ as if she had nothing to do with it. Assuming the sex was consensual, the responsibility is equal, and then the decision to keep the pregnancy is entirely the woman’s. It’s nice if the woman gets the consent of the man to become a father, but if she doesn’t she can go ahead whether he likes it or not – and make him pay. Somehow despite the fact that nowadays, whether to have a child or not is entirely the woman’s choice, the man is still blamed for unwanted pregnancies, as if he could somehow make her have children. 

Women treat men as if we have power that we really don’t have. 

They may find themselves being too keen to please and at the same time resentful. Women may assume a man is telling her what to do when in fact he’s just expressing a personal preference. Online especially, my opinion has no more power than anyone else’s, and yet I’ve been accused of trying to silence women or take over the conversation. Women are deeply conditioned to see men as more powerful when usually, we’re not. 

More is expected of people with power, and we enjoy criticising and ridiculing them when they get things wrong - pointing out their weaknesses. But putting a man down when he already feels powerless and inadequate can only make things worse. All he wants is to feel equal – to be taken seriously – to be respected as much as anyone else. Some women don’t seem to understand that men often feel depressed and anxious and may treat men with mental health issues as losers and weirdos, and if he gets angry (another completely normal human response to stress) he is considered dangerous. Women are brought up to believe that men are confident and strong - so why is this man crying? What a baby! The ’fragile ego’ taunt should be replaced with ‘fragile self-esteem’. The former implies that the man feels that his dominance is being challenged, when in fact he can’t stand feeling so wretched.

Although misogyny – the belief that women are inferior - is still prevalent in some groups, there are many people – men and women - who feel that women are superior to men. 

Emotionally, morally and psychologically, many women see men as contemptible and stupid, and publicly criticise and ridicule them when they do things they don’t approve of. This is considered acceptable because of course men have all the power so it’s ‘punching up’. The housework imbalance is a good example, where it is routinely assumed that the woman naturally knows how much housework needs doing and the man is an idiot. But in reality we have two adults with equally valid opinions on how much housework needs doing. Maybe the man is lazy and irresponsible, or maybe the woman is up-tight and controlling, or maybe it’s a bit of both. Often their standards are not very different but are blown out of proportion by fighting. There are always two sides to the problem but often it's assumed that there is only one. The real problem is people choosing to set up home with someone they are not compatible with, and then trying to change them. This never works. 

When things go wrong between men and women it's routinely assumed that the man must be at fault. Nobody seems to want to hear the other side of the story. 

If women say something a man does is wrong he is expected to apologise and change. She is the innocent helpless victim, and he has no say in the matter. The woman's perception and interpretation of the matter is not to be questioned. Women treat men like naughty children and are aghast when they don’t simply do as they’re told. This seems to be the whole women’s rights strategy now – to just tell men off and get angry when we don’t obey. Why does anyone think that might help? People just don’t work that way. This is magnified when men are accused of more serious transgressions such as sexual harassment or predatory behaviour. In these cases the woman’s feelings are not to be questioned. The women’s complaint is to be ‘believed’. All such accusations should of course be taken seriously but to presume anyone’s guilt without evidence – with only one person’s testimony, is an incredibly dangerous precedent. Of course we know false accusations are rare, but the consequences are horrendous. In reality, accusations of sexual misconduct are easily made and an incredibly potent way of destroying people – whether or not they’re proved true. It’s incredibly naïve to imagine that they won’t happen.

Women tell me that men get more respect than they do, that men don't get criticised as much, and that they don't get talked down to or ridiculed. 

Speaking as someone who's been looked down on and talked down to by many people - men and women - I find this questionable to say the least. I think there's a lot of confirmation bias involved - women only notice when bad things happen to women, but very often there is a male equivalent, and once you start to see them they're everywhere – women complaining that they’re terribly hard-done-by when a moment’s thought shows that men are as or more badly treated. Recent examples include women complaining that their clothes aren’t made with pockets, when a man still can’t carry a handbag without getting comments. I’ve heard women complain about the princesses in traditional children’s stories when hardly any of those stories feature significant male characters at all. There are far more insulting names for men than for women. Women are more likely to suffer from long covid, but men were more likely to die of covid. These latter facts are glossed over.

A neat example is dress codes – women get criticised for their appearance (often by other women), but men only escape that because they generally conform to the male uniform of suits and ties, jeans and tee-shirts, all in relatively sombre colours. If they deviate in any way from this – try to look sexy or beautiful or interesting - they’ll get a lot more than criticism – as male gay, queer, and trans will attest. The freedom to make yourself beautiful and sexy is surely one of the most creative and profound aspects of human culture, and yet to a great extent it is denied to modern Western men. Women have far more freedom to make themselves beautiful than men but then complain when men they don’t like, look at them. It is sometimes claimed that men attack women because they dress provocatively but men are regularly attacked just for looking different. At work a woman may be chastised for too high a hemline, but a man mustn’t turn up in anything but a suit and tie, let alone a frock. Women can show their arms, legs and neck, while men must always dress modestly and cover up all but their hands and head – a major issue in hot weather in stuffy offices.

Objectification - the idea that men typically look at women just as objects to use for sex is another extremely simplistic idea. 

Men love to look at women and think about sex for sure, but we have all sorts of complicated feelings about women, as women do about men. The compulsion to look at women is extraordinarily strong – our appreciation of women’s looks can be profound and overwhelming. It can be very hard to look away. The idea that it’s simply sordid and predatory is a crass misrepresentation. To me looking at a beautiful woman compares with looking at awe-inspiring scenery or nature – it has that kind of power. It is sexual too of course but the idea that that is dirty, or degrading is pure prudishness. Surely we got past this in the 60s? There has always been a puritanical element in feminism, where public expressions of women’s sexuality including sex work, are denounced as expressions of male power, and never empowering for the women involved but this assumes that those women are not capable of deciding how they live for themselves. 

Undoubtedly men can be somewhat uncouth in voicing their admiration (especially poor and uneducated men) but that is not in itself dangerous or domineering. You can tell a lot about a person by how they look. Paradoxically, appearances are not superficial. Ultimately men want a woman they can relax with, have a laugh with, that they can trust and of course, that they want to have sex with – exactly the same as for women. Women’s attraction to men is often thought of as more deep-and-meaningful than men’s, and it’s less visual perhaps, but it’s no less superficial. It wasn’t crowds of men that were screaming at pop stars back in the 70s. Women judge men by their height and hair and physique, and by their power and wealth, or failing that, their confidence. None of this is very deep and meaningful. Finally it’s worth pointing out that gay men also appreciate the beauty and sexiness of the people they’re attracted to, which kind of proves it’s not about power.

Sex is another issue. Women seem to feel that they are entitled to be ‘given an orgasm’ by the man without feeling that they have to do anything much in return. Why are men still expected to ‘give the women an orgasm’ anyway, when nowadays women are as capable as men of coming? It’s not the 1950s. Besides, many women have very little idea how to give a man an orgasm (often it feels like she’s trying to unblock a sink). A clitoris is really not that hard to find, so it seems to me that something else is going wrong. Perhaps he feels it is not manly to ask for help, and she does not feel she should have to help him, and would rather fake it. 

At any rate the orgasms are another reason it’s better to be a woman. For men it’s over quite quickly, and frankly it can be a bit of a disappointment, whereas women seem to be able to go on and on having peak after peak forever. Very envious.

Women complain that they have to conform to some ideal of beauty to attract men, but men have to try to be confident and cool to attract a woman when most of us are far from it. 

Women worry about their appearance and men worry about their performance. While women check their make-up and passively wait to be approached, men have to get up and perform in public, often to a hostile audience. If you’re at all anxious or introvert or ‘neurodivergent’ it’s damn near impossible. Love, sex and affection are basic human needs. Sadly many women and men treat such men as losers and weirdos. The build-up of humiliation and rejection can be lethal. Sadly there is no pre-agreed system for men and women to make contact. Despite 100 years of feminism, women still mostly refuse to make the first move (probably through fear of that same rejection and humiliation) or give unambiguous signals (for fear of being seen as a slut), and no woman I have ever asked has been able or willing to say how they’d like men to approach them instead, so given that men are unlikely to stop trying to talk to women, the embarrassment and confusion are likely to continue. It saddens me more than I can say that some young men now are so angry about the frustration and derision, that they join misogynist incel groups, but it doesn’t surprise me. I was lucky – I always admired women and only ever blamed myself for my failures, but under other circumstances maybe I’d have been among them. People who have no trouble finding sexual partners should try to be kinder to those of us who don’t.

But women do not ‘have to’ conform to ideals of beauty. Some women don’t seem to realise that they have the choice now. Some women seem to feel that being ‘expected’ to do this or that does compel them to obey. Often it feels like women are blaming men for something that is now entirely under their own control. Women have the choice whether to diet, or be fashionable, or be assertive. Men’s tastes in women are far more diverse than many women seem to realise and are not based purely on physical appearance (although that is important.) If ‘top search’ stats on porn sites are to be believed, many men prefer bigger and more mature women for example – not obese or ancient perhaps but certainly not the skinny waifs women seem to think we like. Again, women need to actually ask men how they feel instead of assuming they know. 

Sex work is another issue – prostitutes and porn actors being exploited by unscrupulous bosses, but campaigners seem to miss the fact that capitalism exploits everyone. Unregulated coercive or abusive work is always a problem, but there are many miserable jobs out there, and in many ways sex work is no different. I’ve heard it asked why the women who become prostitutes can’t have good careers ‘like the men’, but in reality the male equivalents are drug dealers and thieves – people who have no other way of surviving, and very low life-expectancies. Women have the option to do sex work to survive in a way that most men don’t, simply because they happen to look nice, and it can be lucrative and interesting if you have a decent boss and don’t mind having sex in public. In any case it’s their choice. Sadly a lot of the complaints are from women who would never do ‘that’ and can’t accept that any woman in her right mind would either. My view is that those women are as capable of making decisions as anyone else and don’t need sanctimonious judgements on top of everything else.


When any group says they're treated badly we have to ask, "Compared to what?" 

The women’s rights movement as I understand it is all about equality but you can’t tell if two things are equal unless you understand both halves of the equation, and many women really don’t seem to understand – or want to understand - what’s going on for men. I know one woman said to me “All we want is the same respect from men that men have for each other” and I had to laugh. Men do not particularly respect each other - they often ridicule each other and put each other down. The comment "You wouldn't do that to a man" is often simply wrong. Women don't respect men, and I have it on good authority that women don't respect each other much either, so why would women expect more respect from men? That's not equality - that's preferential treatment. A lot of what women perceive as rude, and intimidating is just normal behaviour among men. I'm not saying it's nice - I avoid it - but it's not criminal or dangerous. I think we need to re-establish the distinction between rudeness and literal violence. Too often there's some grievance inflation - where a trivial incident is blown up into a much bigger issue. A man being awkward and inarticulate on a date is described as ‘creepy’ or even ‘predatory’. People are rude and inappropriate sometimes. People get angry and unpleasant - that's life. In ‘90s Lad Culture men treated women the way they treated each other – as equals but many women didn’t like it. They wanted to be treated better. 

The elephant in the room is violence - that men are, on average, stronger than women is a fact. 

"You could kill me with your bare hands" I've been told, which is sort of theoretically true - I could I guess, maybe, but I never would. A women could theoretically kill her children, your pet labrador could tear your face off, and any driver coming towards you could be drunk and plough into you killing you and all you love. Horrible things do happen, but generally they don't. We take risks all the time with crime, but we don't live in fear – or not so much so that we'd rather take our chances with a bear. Feminists lately seem to have been telling women that violence is a normal part of male behaviour, and all men are dangerous, whereas, as I keep on saying, the vast majority of crimes are committed by a small minority of re-offenders. Since I’m not a violent man I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do about this. I’m not going to ‘own’ other men’s behaviour. I take no responsibility for anyone’s actions but my own, and yet apparently I am a suspect. Probably half the men in the local pub could kill me if they really wanted to but it’s never occurred to me that they might. The vast majority of human interactions are non-violent. We watch out for trouble but generally we're not scared of every big dog, every car, every man. People who do are paranoid, or have phobias. It’s not a healthy state to be in.

It feels though like lately there's a move to make women more fearful. The message is that bad men are everywhere - it could be anyone you know, at any time, and we 'good men' are complicit in covering for them. The answer apparently is for 'good men' be very careful of women so as not to upset them, and to protect them from the bad men. So now women's equality depends on men agreeing to play nice – in short - on chivalry. That doesn't seem very empowering. ‘If it bleeds it leads’ say the media men. And yet violent crime has been declining since WW2 and is rarer now than it’s ever been. The only violent crime that’s increased in the UK is knife crime and that mostly affects young men. But campaigners don’t want to hear this - they want things to look as bad as possible to get people riled-up. When the argument that everything is as bad as ever here in the UK doesn’t work, campaigners typically turn to historical injustices, foreign atrocities, or imply that violence is a normal part of male behaviour. Tiny misunderstandings are blown up into major transgressions (a debating tactic I’m calling ‘grievance inflation’. I know, it needs a better name). Small confusions are re-categorised as potential crimes. The ever-righteous Emma Barnett on BBC Woman’s Hour told us that a man asking her out while she was out running was ‘sexual harassment’. When I objected I was told that a man should never approach a woman when she is doing something else. I asked, “When are these times, when women are doing nothing, when men are permitted to speak to them?” To some modern progressives it seems any women being approached by a man she doesn’t know, or even being looked at by a man, is ’creepy’ or even ‘rapey’. Calling out is absolutely unacceptable. Male allies are urged to be on the look-out for such predators, ready to rescue their damsels. Apparently modern women need chaperones now. One of these white knight hopefuls asked me – quite seriously - why a man would be out in the woods alone anyway? These kids have such limited experience of the world.

The ‘Availability Heuristic’ (this also needs a catchier name) tells us that we assume that dramatic events (like accidents, crimes, terrorism) are common because we don’t notice the many more ordinary interactions when people just get on with life peacefully. The story about the lesbians attacked on the tube a few years ago was a huge campaigning point for LGBT and feminists, but the fact that it was in the news at all was precisely because such attacks are incredibly rare. Somehow though, the victims of crime want to believe that what happened to them is happening all the time and that criminals are everywhere. To say otherwise, they feel, is to trivialise their suffering.

My experience of women until recently was that they were well able to take care of themselves and they did not depend on men's protection. 

They gave as good as they got and they took risks – They travelled alone, they walked in the forest alone, they got pissed and went home with guys they hardly knew, and they almost never got into serious trouble. People do risky things for fun. It’s their choice. Most women I knew would laugh at the idea that I had the power in the relationship. (I mean - have you met me?) Living on the assumption that half the population is likely to attack you is any case a policy of hopelessness. If it’s just a few criminals you can do something about that - you can call the police and get them locked up. If that doesn’t work you can campaign to improve the legal system. But if it’s half the human race – what can you do? Men aren’t going to stop being stronger than women any time soon. My feeling is that there will always be crime. I can’t think of a single type of crime that has ever been eradicated, but being scared of half the population is not a proportionate response to that. 

Lately it feels as if the male way of doing things has been dismissed with contempt as ‘boys will be boys’. Being loud or rude or inappropriate is seen as dangerous and oppressive rather than just showing off to his mates. ‘Mansplaining’ is seen as domineering when probably he’s just trying to help, or wants to share his enthusiasm for his subject. Women see attempts at domination everywhere. Personally I’ve never wanted to do the traditional male thing – I don’t fit in at all - but as long as they’re not dangerous I don’t want to stop them – it’s their culture. I’ll just go somewhere else and do my thing.


If there’s one thing I’d like to do with this essay it’s challenge that old idea that men have all the power – it’s just not true anymore. 

I can easily imagine (because it’s in my mind too) that the immediate response to many of the points I’ve made above will be some sort of derision – that a man is complaining about his lot in life – poor thing. Because, it is felt, we have everything going for us – it’s a man’s world. We have nothing to complain about, or if we do it’s our own stupid fault, or we deserve it, or we should man-up and accept it and stop whining. This is typically followed by a litany of grievances against women – the poor oppressed, powerless victim women. The idea that everything is fine for men, and we mustn’t complain is deep in our culture, in our traditions. We are just so powerful. It’s almost impossible to take seriously – even for me. And yet here is all this reasoning and evidence – that men are in serious trouble and women are doing quite well actually - and it somehow doesn’t stick. It somehow slides off your mind. Some ideas are simply unthinkable, no matter how true they may be. 

The way I get round this is to go back to my old working-class socialist roots, and remember that life for almost everyone is hard. Most people have no power. Most people are oppressed and exploited. The real problem is that minority of old white men at the top – that’s where the real inequality lies, and I can’t help feeling that all this culture wars stuff might be a deliberate distraction from that. We had Occupy Wall Street and then we moved on to Identity Politics and now we’re just bickering amongst ourselves.

Something bad has happened to left-wing politics. 

It seems like now only some groups of people have problems and deserve consideration. If you're young, female, black, or LGBT+ you have many problems, and everyone must listen and sympathise. For the rest of us, apparently we are ‘privileged’. The world is set up for us and we have nothing to complain about. I get told this a lot. It's an oddly simplistic politics - that you can tell how hard a person's life is - how much power they have - merely by knowing their sex, age, colour or sexuality. You don't need to know anything else. You can just neatly categorise people. They like to say 'be kind' but the groups that applies to are strictly demarcated. So women are about half the population, young people I guess about a third? POC are about 13% in the UK I think. LGBTQ probably not more than 10%? So that's probably about three fifths of the population? 

One 'protected group' that seems to be missing is poor and working-class people. When did they drop off the agenda? They are undoubtedly oppressed and discriminated against, but nobody's been interested in them since the 80s, and their rights and freedoms have plunged. They tend to be badly educated and have bad housing, bad diet and experience more crime. My guess is they include too many old white men, and they’re loud and inappropriate and won’t do as they’re told by middle-class college kids, so they ignore them. But most people are poor or working class - I'm guessing at least two thirds of the population, but arguably a lot more (depending how you define class). 

What about people with illnesses and disabilities? Some people are very obviously seriously disabled and are included in the woke bubble, but probably most people have some sort of physical or psychological problems - especially as they get older. Again - this includes too many old white men, so progressives don't like to talk about them either. That's got to be at least two thirds of the population.

But in any case, thinking about it, everyone I know has had some sort of horrible experience in their lives. 'Trauma' is not just something women, LGBTQ and black people suffer. Most of us had bad childhoods, have been victims of crime, have been through various crises, abuses, attacks, and accidents. That's got to be very close to 90% of the population I'd say.

I don't have much problem with deriding and denouncing that remaining 10% who have enough wealth and power to use their free will to live pretty much whatever life they like, and get themselves out of whatever troubles they meet - but for the rest of us - we really do need to be kinder.


Saturday 16 March 2019

"Muslim invaders"

Thinking about the phrase "Muslim invaders" last night after listening to coverage of the NZ shootings. Trying to think of any part of the world that Muslims have invaded lately. Can't think of any. Maybe some bits of Sub-Saharan Africa? Not sure.

I can think of Muslim countries we Westerners have invaded - Iraq and Afghanistan most obviously. Then there's the attempted eradication of Muslims in the Balkans and Caucasus following the break-up of the Soviet Union, and the imposition of the State of Israel on a Muslim country by the British and the mess over the partition of India, also by the Brits. And then there's Burma/Myanmar ethnically cleansing it's Rohingya Muslim minority and China 're-educating' it's Uighur Muslim minority

Dare I use the H word yet?

Monday 24 July 2017

Self-help for sceptics

Yesterday I began to try to explain to a good friend what I meant by using science to sort myself out. I didn't get far. It's not hard to explain but it's not something I can encapsulate in a few sentences drinking coffee outside a cafe in Shoreham. This isn't helped by the fact that most people don't really know how science works. They maybe remember what they learned at school about repeatable experiments, and later they read the often controversial and mind-blowing claims about climate change and vaccination, cosmology and subatomic particles. At best they maybe watch documentaries or read popular science but most people know very little about the process of ordinary everyday science.

I’ve made some immense improvements to how I deal with my life over the last few years, after 50 years of struggling and being very unhappy, and frankly I’m as amazed about that as anybody. As it stands I’m pretty much the only person I know who has suffered from debilitating low self-esteem, depression and anxiety all his life that has succeeded in working his way out of it, mainly by thinking it through. I’ve been a little surprised and disappointed that nobody’s wanted to know how I did that, considering so many of them suffer similar problems. You’d think they’d want all the ideas they could get.

I certainly spent a lot of time asking people how they manage – hoping for some sort of useful insight but instead I’ve been told I’m obsessing, over-thinking and being paranoid, navel-gazing, being self-indulgent or self-involved. If I feel unhappy I should simply be more positive they say. If I’m struggling to get on in life I’ve been told I should just believe in myself – ‘just do it’. People who’ve given me advice have been exasperated with me for not simply doing what they say. I’ve been told I don’t really want to be happy – that I’m just wallowing or attention-seeking.

These people are of course expressing their own impatience with my unhappiness rather than trying to help, and that means I’ve almost never had a constructive conversation with anyone about it and have had to work it out for myself. Furthermore, I’ve never found the idea of Gods, spirits or souls, or any ‘consciousness’ beyond our own (and perhaps a few other animals) made much sense, so I’ve had to work it out without being able to fall back on any of that. I can’t put my trust in a higher power or ask the universe because nothing about my experience suggests that makes any sense. I can’t simply put intangible things down to ‘energy’ or ‘spirit’ because I have no idea what those things mean (I know what energy is in a pure physics sort of way, but not in the way New-Agers talk about it, which seems very muddled)

Of course, none of our experiences are completely objective. Science goes to enormous lengths to minimise the effects of personal perception and interpretation by making the process as open and impersonal and disinterested as possible. Peer review is about laying your work open to people who don’t necessarily agree with you and want to find fault. But this is impossible with introspection. Psychoanalysis has made a lot of money out of our ability to delude ourselves about what’s really going on in our own minds, but I think it’s possible to achieve a useful amount of objectivity if two things are true:-
1. If you genuinely want to get better. If you use the wrong information the treatment won’t work, or it’ll only work superficially but won’t tackle the deeper causes, so the problems will re-emerge in a different way. If you really want to get better you need the best possible information about what’s happening or there’s simply no point. There’s no point pretending – you’ll only be fooling yourself. Even so the information you gather will always be incomplete and any conclusions you reach will be uncertain. All you can do is make as coherent a theory as the evidence allows, and be ready to revise it when new evidence comes along.
When you come up with a hypothesis you have to test it to destruction – you have to try to think of anything that might disprove it. You learn to spot that nagging feeling that something about your new hypothesis isn’t quite right – that it’s too easy or too generic. You need to be ruthless – no comforting half-truths or convenient rationalisations.
With a bit of experience you’ll know when you hit the right explanation because you can feel it fit, and the change happens like that - whether you try or not. It simply works. You don’t have to practice or say something over and over or believe in something. If it’s right it works, in exactly the same way as using the right component fixes an engine.  If it doesn’t work you try something else.

2. If you can take an inquisitive and fearless view of whatever you find. Simply be interested in the contents of your mind - in whatever comes up. Don’t cherry-pick evidence to support a preferred story. In science, there is no wrong answer. The evidence you uncover might lead in a completely unexpected direction. Go with it – see it as interesting rather than disturbing, exciting rather than unacceptable (after all – nobody else needs to know). I suspect many people stop when they come across something they don’t want to know, or that they think reflects badly on them and instead of exploring further, just pretend it’s not there, or cap it off with a lie. I understand that if you’ve been through something deeply traumatic this might not be easy (none of this is easy) but it might be doubly good – debriding the wound – getting in there and clearing the junk out so it can heal properly.

Another thing you must be prepared for is for it to take a long time and to involve a lot of going around in circles (this is when people think you’re obsessing and wallowing). The first part of any scientific project is the collection of data. You’ll need to really get into the feelings that come up on a daily basis, in order to see what they consist of – to unpack them and trace the components back to their origins. As a scientist, I assume that things are not random - that causality applies - so I’m looking for connections and patterns. I’m not going to go into the details here, but the fact is, unless you find the workings of your mind intrinsically interesting, you won’t be able to do this, because it’s time-consuming. Personally I think minds are fascinating (not mine especially – it’s just that mine is the one I happen to have handy and which is giving me trouble). Looking at other people’s minds, just by talking and observing and/or by taking in a little psychology and neurology really helps. A bit of anthropology and philosophy helps too but none of this is essential - an ability to think critically and a ruthless honesty are really all you need.

Where to start? I begin with the time-honoured idea that how we are for the most part comes from our childhoods. Traumatic experiences can over-write that but for most of us, who we are is based in the time before we were able to make conscious choices about how to be and life just was whatever it was. If I understand it correctly, the research tells us that we’re more or less 50:50 nature/nurture, but in any case we take after our parents genetically and form our characters mainly in response to the behaviour of the people we spent most time with in those early years. Probably the amount we change after that gets smaller and smaller the older we get with a small peak at adolescence.

I think it’s crucial to understand what your early years were like as much as possible – not just the events, but how your parents felt and behaved, and not just in terms of how it was good or bad for you (this is not about blame). You can’t avoid being very much like your parents, so it’s best to get to know them as well as you can. You may have taken after them or rebelled against them, or a bit of both but you need to know. It might be worth doing a bit of history – see what the world was like when they grew up – what the dominant culture was then (mine grew up in WW2 but were too young to remember much about it, but they remember the post war austerity and were just too old to enjoy the 60s, unlike some of their friends who had their children only a few years later) Find out how their parents treated them and what their early memories are (my dad did his best to be nothing like his own father, who was a very angry man) Observing other people’s children, it is obvious that their basic characters are already well developed by the time they’re 2 – whether they’re withdrawn, adventurous, curious, fearful, dominant, sensitive, confident, proud, caring, or mischievous – it’s all there. It gets added to and modified over the years but in many ways, once it’s set it takes an enormous amount of deliberate effort (and possibly therapy) to change and generally it’s not really possible. It would be like changing the foundations without dismantling the house.

I’ve found the Freudian Id/Superego/Ego model very handy – especially as transformed into the Child/Parent/Adult model in transactional analysis (the Ego/Adult in this case is a rational, mature, disinterested person – not a selfish authoritarian one. The Parent/Superego is the authoritarian). I think this makes sense because of what we know from child psychology about how children’s minds develop. Those early Child /Parent interactions aren’t rational, whatever the actual real-life parent may intend. To the child, life is all emotions and instincts and conditioning. It is what it is – natural, common sense, normal, obvious. You do as you’re told or you get into trouble (or you get away with it). And of course, much of the time adults are no more rational than their children. Only later can we think about fairness and whether doing things another way makes sense but by then it’s too late - the deep feelings are set. We can (with a lot of effort) change our behaviour superficially (wear a smile, force ourselves to get up in the morning, repress our rage) but the deep feelings are there, and if the behaviour and the feelings are at odds there’s going to be a struggle.

For those of us who are struggling, this all sounds a bit hopeless but the iota of hope in all this is that the foundation is, as I said, never completely coherent – it is made up of lots of misc bits and pieces and the number of permutations, even among a small number of components, is large. We can’t be anything we want, but we can find a way of combining them to make a foundation that works better and allows the house to be improved. Some of the old components can be reused or they may become redundant (they’ll always be there but not actually doing anything, except maybe getting in the way.)

For me, locating a whole load of components that had been ignored was the key – things from my Child that had been dismissed as useless but which were undoubtedly there, and strong, from the start. I had gone through life viewing my Child the way my Parent did, which at its worst, was with contempt and exasperation – an unrealistic, immature, lazy, and somewhat stupid child. I’d somehow dismissed all the other things I was, and which I still am. I had to go in and see all the different ways I was back then, what I did, what I wanted, and also how other people responded. More than anything I had to look at my Child not as my Parent did, but as my Adult, with understanding and compassion and curiosity (because that tends to be how I look at other people) and I found a creative, conscientious, imaginative and enthusiastic child with a good heart. And as I said above – when I found the right components they fitted and my new way of doing things simply worked. It’s almost like I can’t see myself the old way now (or at least, only sometimes when I’m very tired). As a bonus I learned to look at my actual parents that way too, and to let them off.

It’s taken a very long time but maybe if I hadn’t had to work it all out from scratch it might have happened sooner. I don’t know. No doubt this ‘method’ is not original. I’m sure it’s been thought of before. I’m not a fan of self-help books or self-improvement courses so it’s probably out there. That said all those I’ve come across do seem to rely on either some form of spiritual belief or some sort of rigorous practice to keep it going, so if you’re a sceptic or don’t have that kind of self-discipline but really enjoy thinking, maybe this could help.

Thursday 12 January 2017

Clean and Tidy

I've thought a great deal about this and have come to the conclusion that there are basically two good practical reasons for cleaning and tidying - making it so the place is reasonably hygienic and people don't get ill too often on the one hand, and on the other, so we can find things reasonably easily and not trip over stuff all the time. The rest is aesthetics, and as such, is purely a matter of personal preference.

Hygiene seems to some people a very cut and dried thing - there simply mustn't be any 'germs' about the place and we buy products that claim to kill as much as 99% of them, but of course it's not as simple as that (is it ever?) Frankly our bodies inside and out, our homes, our food and in fact our entire environments are veritable ecosystems of 'germs'. Many species of mostly bacteria but also archaea, yeasts, and microscopic plants and animals live in and on us and everything we touch, and the vast majority do us no harm whatsoever. A few are crucial to our survival (certain gut bacteria most obviously) and a few can cause disease. It is well known now that we have in fact over the last few decades, in our attempts to keep everything germ-free with a huge range of new cleaning products, possibly made ourselves sicker with autoimmune conditions and more susceptible to hitherto harmless organisms as a result. This shouldn't be very surprising - in macroscopic ecosystems (forests, lakes, gardens), if you eradicate the existing fauna and flora to plant crops the land doesn't stay clean and tidy for long but fills up with opportunistic generalist plants and animals - commonly known as weeds and vermin and you have to invest immense amounts of time and money controlling them. My guess is this is what happens with the germs that live on us too.
But I'm not advocating just leaving everything filthy. Our living conditions have changed so much over the last few centuries and our immune systems have not kept up so we use medicine and cleaning to make up the difference.

Tidiness is more a matter of practicality but living a disordered life can be deeply depressing and frustrating. At the same time, if you have a vigorous mind and have a fair idea where everything is, having everything out in piles on the floor, on chairs, on the bed, in the car, might suit your way of working. Or you just might not have time to do much about it.

Beyond that, cleanliness and tidiness are completely a matter of individual taste. Some people like a very spare white and chrome look with huge windows and shining floors and are prepared to spend a lot of time or money keeping it that way. Others prefer a more cluttered look with lots of books and toys and plants about the place and accept that there will be some dust and a certain amount of wildlife about the place, otherwise they'd never do anything but clean.
So cleaning and tidying are very much a matter of personal priorities. Beyond a basic level of health and safety and practicality it depends only on how much time and energy you want to spend on it. Possibly we'd all like a spotless abode to come home to, with the kitchen surfaces clear and ready for action, the duvet cover changed and no fluff behind the telly, but there are so many other things to do. I want to talk to my friends, read, write, run the nursery, and frankly, since I'm not one of these people with loads of energy, I also want to spend time on the sofa watching old DVD boxed sets. And above all I really don't want the tyranny of having all my time mapped out and filled up. I really enjoy loose time.

And yet...
And yet so many people don't seem to see it that way. They seem to think that there is some absolute necessity to keep things clean and tidy. It is simply something one must do, always, even if one doesn't feel like it, even when one is sick or exhausted. There is no excuse. The way some people react to the washing up being left for the morning you'd think it was a notifiable public health hazard.
This isn't supposed to be a sexist point. I've known women who were utter slobs - especially when they were single, and men who were incredibly pernickety. The gay couples I know often move to opposite ends of the spectrum over time, so one becomes the nag and the other becomes the slob. Sadly though, in heterosexual relationships, it is almost always the woman who is the martyr and the nag, and the man who is the oblivious slob.

If you came over here right now to my flat you might notice that the carpet hasn't been vacuumed for a while (I hate vacuuming) but the washing up is well under control and there's not much stuff lying about. I tend to put things away when I'm done with them but things sit on the table if they're part of some ongoing activity. I have a couple of areas of chaos - the most obvious is the bedroom table which has piles of unfiled paperwork on it. I get around to sorting through it about three times a year.

When I was married I tended to take responsibility for the kitchen and 'wet works' (bathrooms, toilets etc) I actually don't mind washing up at all and I do it once a day, usually in the morning. I was a better cook than her and also tended to do most of the laundry. I did the bins and recycling, The Big Shop once a week and was around for her kids when they got in from school. She worked longer hours than I did but she was in a career she loved. She earned more money, but also bought a lot more stuff, whereas I can live happily on very little if it means I don't have to work full time.
Nevertheless there were times when I got that look - the one that says 'You're just not doing enough.' She wasn't particularly interested in housework herself. She'd do a blitz on the place every so often, especially if someone was coming. Later she complained that I was not doing 'deep cleaning', whatever that is.
It came to a bit of a head when we redid the bathroom. It certainly was a bit shabby and leaky and we went for a total refit. I've never been into DIY and I was by now running the nursery which took up a lot of my time and energy. I demolished the old wall between the bathroom and the airing cupboard and chipped off the old tiling. I had to build a new wall, box in the waste pipes and put up the shower cubicle after the plumber had done his bit. I made a T&G frieze and wooden floor. We both did the tiling - several times actually because the wall I built wasn't rigid enough and the adhesive didn't work. She painted the walls.
At the time I felt guilty and hassled about it - that I wasn't doing enough - a feeling I can get very easily from just a slight disapproving glance or a well-placed silence. The feeling that I was the useless man and she was the dutiful woman grew during that time. The summer house that I'd planned and built sat unfinished and empty at the end of the garden because I didn't have the time or the energy to work on it. I was very sad about that when our marriage ended. For our wedding present we'd asked people to just give us money towards it.
In retrospect I can see that not only did I do almost all the work on that sodding bathroom (despite the fact that I had no aptitude for it and made many mistakes) but that in fact, having a new bathroom was a purely aesthetic decision. The old one would have needed fixing up for sure - re-tiling and a new shower head, but it worked. It wasn't worn out, and frankly that's all I want. I don't spend a lot of time in the bathroom and I really don't care too much what it looks like as long as it's reasonably clean. No, this was her project - her priority. It was no more necessary than me doing the garden or building the summer house. It was almost entirely a matter of personal preference and yet I ended up feeling guilty and inadequate over it.

Was she wrong to want a nice new bathroom and a 'deep-cleaned' kitchen? Of course not. If that's important to her there's no reason why she shouldn't spend her time and money on it and I'd help where I could. I got no help in the garden because that was what I was interested in and I didn't need or expect any help. (I could have done with some help with the summer house though.)
Anyway - where am I going with this? The point here is that something that should have been a matter of personal preference ended up being about my laziness and untrustworthiness.

Of course there are still men who expect their women to do everything around the house but not nearly as many as there used to be. It used to be pretty much the rule. Now it's something some men get away with, not something they're entitled to. Things have changed. And yet a worrying number of women still seem to think this way, even though women these days can choose who they want to be with, and have an equal say in how the relationship goes. It is entirely a matter of choice now. Are women choosing to be with selfish gits because they find them attractive in other ways? Perhaps the characteristics they're looking for in a man do not fit well with them doing their bit around the house. Perhaps nice helpful blokes are not sexy? It's possible they're less forward so perhaps women don't tend to meet them, or even realise they exist. At any rate, the period of courtship should give her some idea of how interested he's likely to be in doing stuff around the house, long before they move in together. She shouldn't really be all that surprised or disappointed. And yet she is.

At that point the need to change him steps in - to make him more the way she thinks he should be, but by then it's not a matter of personal preference. By then, having the house cleaned and tidied in a certain way is simply the way it should be. Somehow she has access to the universal objective standard of how people should live, and he's falling short. In fact he only has to be a short time behind her for her to end up doing all the work. If he typically notices some dirty crockery needs putting in the machine only five minutes later than she does, she will end up doing it every time. He doesn't have to be a slob at all to end up doing almost nothing, because his tolerance for mess is only a little greater than hers.
After that he becomes resentful and rebellious and she becomes martyred and judgemental. Neither of them handle it well, but because she believes she's objectively in the right, she has the advantage. All he can do is give in and do as he's told or throw a tantrum or sulk. The women then martyr themselves - scuttling around, huffing and tutting, saying 'no, I'm fine', doing what has to be done, exhausted and stressed but fired up with self-righteousness and self-sacrifice.
At this point she sees herself as the victim in all this, powerless against the men in her life, and she blames men in general for something she has chosen.
There are many heinous ways in which women all over the world are victimised and oppressed and abused, but this isn't one of them. This is a matter of choice. If he turns out to be different to what she wants, she can ask nicely, but she can't expect to change him. Would she change her standards for him? I don't think so.
And if he really is a slob - how did she not spot that when they got together? Was he an amazing actor, or was it just not something she was thinking about at the time? Too often we choose a partner based on looks or confidence or sex, and then try to change the other parts of them. I really don't think that ever works, unless they enjoy bickering, or being in a sub/dom, parent/child type of relationship, which some people apparently do.
And if she has kids with him, that is her choice too. She didn't have to do any of those things. It was her choice, her freedom and her responsibility, and denying that does nothing for women's power. She's made herself a victim, and frankly it's beneath her.

Tuesday 5 April 2016

Procrastination is not about Laziness. It's about Fear

I've been largely unemployed again since my last job, working for Miss Green as a gardener, came to an end last May. She died quite suddenly but not completely unexpectedly - she was 96, but had been my excellent, feisty, but supportive and respectful employer for 10 years - more or less the same period I'd been with my ex and living in her house in Henfield. It was the most settled period of my entire life since I left home. In some ways it was worse than the end of my marriage, partly because I've never been so financially secure and partly because Miss Green and I got on so well. 
Anyway, on top of the bereavement there was the simple matter of being unemployed again - a state I absolutely loathe - not because of the poverty (I can survive on surprisingly little) or the boredom (I have plenty to be getting on with) but simply because I do need at least some money - not much, but some - and sooner or later I need to set about finding someone to pay me to do something.

This is what I hate - job-hunting. It is my single most hated thing ever in life. I have no problem with public speaking (as long as I feel I know what I'm talking about) I wouldn't mind taking my clothes off in public. I might even prefer singing a solo (I might even be quite good at it). I'd sit my A levels again if I had to. But I hate job hunting. It has a power to make me feel wretched that nothing else does. It's not the interview - if I get an interview I'm generally ok - it’s the searching part - it's the trawling through all those uninspiring and often incomprehensible job descriptions (could they possibly make them seem less worth having?) or trying to locate likely looking employers and sending out cvs and covering letters to people who really aren’t interested and probably have someone very different in mind. I strongly suspect that even if a job sounds vaguely within my powers, that it'll be long hours for little return, probably working with people I can't relate to, for some greedy autocratic turd of a man doing something that means nothing to me, and I’ll end up messing it up in some way. 
I’m aware that my perception of The World of Work" is a little mad (I never said my feelings about all this were entirely rational) but one thing I have always fought against is the notion that I am simply lazy - that I just don’t want to work and can’t be bothered even to try. It’s not as simple as that. I love having a real job to do - something I can really get into and do well. I work very hard and actually have trouble pacing myself so I may end up with a migraine the next day.

I try to explain the problem to people but it’s like saying ‘I simply can’t walk. I just don’t seem to be able to work out how do it.’ They just sort of look at me like I’m a moron. It’s something they take for granted that people do (or in a few cases something they’ve actively chosen not to do, even though they could if they wanted to). Sure they don’t necessarily have great jobs, or much money, but they always assume they will be able to get some sort of job and earn something when they need to, and they have holidays and children and gadgets and little treats. As it happens almost all of them are on quite a bit higher wages than I was content with, working part-time for Miss Green (about £15000pa before tax). It’s just something they do - and from a young age. My ex told me - when she wanted something or other when she was in her mid-teens she got a job at the local kennels and lo and behold by the end of the summer she had the money to buy whatever it was she’d wanted. I know many of my contemporaries just worked long hours doing pretty much anything all summer so they could travel, or for driving lessons or whatever. I could never do that - the idea of ‘wasting’ a whole summer doing something miserable so that maybe, at the end of it, I’d have saved enough money to go away for a while just seemed impossibly risky. To me, money wasn’t like that - you couldn’t trust it. Unexpected problems came along, or things happened and lo and behold by the end of the summer you’d spent the time bored out of your mind in some dingy factory or shop and still somehow had almost nothing to show for it. I just didn’t trust the whole work/wages process. It just didn’t seem very realistic, especially when I could stay home - walk in the country, do stuff with my hobbies, or just live in my imagination, using the resources and knowledge I already had. Having to put up with my parents’ disappointment and going to the benefit office once a fortnight were bad but a doddle by comparison.

Now I don’t know where this fairly extreme distrust of The World of Work comes from. It must come from somewhere - this sense that it is futile and humiliating, and a part of me knows it’s not really true. I sort of know that. But a fairly powerful part of me is not convinced. The thought of having to go through all that - the trawling through the sits vac, the trying to write something that sounds like I really really want to do whatever they want for whatever money they deign to give me - the humiliation of having to justify my patchy CV. It’s just all too depressing, and as I said, probably futile. Probably nothing will come of it.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The problem is actually a bit broader than just job hunting. The anticipation of humiliation is specific to that pursuit but the feeling of futility extends to many areas of life - reading instructions or legal documents, shopping around for utilities providers or insurance, electrical goods or cars. Even just trying to get organised to face all these things brings out that same feeling of lostness and pointlessness in the face of all this…. crap. And I go back into my own space, doing what I know I can do, with the resources and skills I have. Anything I might achieve is down to serendipity and impulse.
I wrote a lot of stuff about this feeling in my notebook recently - about how it feels to be faced with my to-do list of a morning - after I’ve had my coffee and toast and begun to feel that I’ve done whatever there is to do with my emails, Facebook and Flickr and I begin to get that nagging feeling that I should be ‘getting on with something’. And yet I don’t - possibly for another hour yet.
I hate the word ‘procrastination’ because it sounds like laziness and weakness but something Mike the CBT Guy gave me said first up that ‘procrastination is not laziness’ - it has nothing to do with can’t-be-bothered. It’s a strategy for avoiding things that upset us - things we can’t face - things, ultimately, that we’re afraid of.

Procrastination is in fact a perfectly logical response to fear. But fear of what? I’m actually not sure but the feeling is of being overwhelmed - it’s a feeling of bewilderment and confusion - it’s a fear of being hopelessly lost and muddled, of taking too long and getting left behind, of letting people down, of being an embarrassment and a disappointment, of being ridiculed, of being contemptible and untrustworthy. It causes a kind of panic - an inability to look at what is to be done and come up with any kind of strategy. It’s impossible to think about how long things might take or how one thing might affect another - it’s all too complicated - impossible to make a decision. This is the tearfulness I feel when I’m depressed and the frustration and the fury I feel when I know I bloody well should just be able to just get it done, like everyone else does. Better to just avoid it and hope it won’t be necessary somehow, or just dash it off at the last minute without looking back. Get it out the way - forget about it. No wonder I procrastinate. It makes perfect sense.

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I was listening to something on the radio about dyspraxia. I hate the medicalisation of personality traits but some of what they were saying sounded sort of like what I’m talking about here. Mostly dyspraxia seems to be about some sort of neurological deficit, like dyslexia or dyscalculia, when people look at a sentence or a sum and simply can’t make sense of it. Whereas for most people it would signify something, for these people it just looks like a string of meaningless symbols. I’m not dyslexic but maths is like that for me. I look at an equation and it means nothing - I did a bit of oceanography at uni and there’s a lot of physics and a lot of equations - I had to keep looking to see what the symbols meant (how can you multiply time by pressure? What does that even mean?) But many people look at a dyslexic and think she’s just not trying hard enough. That’s how I feel and I don’t even have a name for what I’m going through. Dyspraxia seems to be close but more about some kind of basic inability to see things in relation to each other, to understand patterns - spatial relationships etc, so dyspraxics tend to be clumsy and disorganised. I’m not especially clumsy unless I’m tired. It feels like maybe the word is trying to cover too many different things, but anyway I can relate to part of it. I look at my to-do list and I don’t know where to start and I feel wretched.

Actually things have moved on a little from there. A long time ago, during my first stint at Uni (or Brighton Poly actually) I went through a sort of crisis over deadlines - they used to keep me awake all night - worrying about what might go wrong and how I might mess them up. And then at some point I looked back at what I’d done so far and realised that I’d actually got all my assignments in on time and got good marks and I said to myself ‘I’ll manage’ and it became a sort of mantra and I did manage - I never handed work in late and always got decent marks. But I think the difference there was that it was a strict, externally imposed deadline, and only having to concentrate on one thing at a time. I’m actually quite good at exams, and interviews too - once I’m there in the room there’s no choice - I only have what I have there with me - whether I’ve prepared well or badly there’s no going back, and I relax, and I often do ok. The preparation though - the revision and research - I’m hopeless - because it’s open-ended and I could be doing anything at any time - I procrastinate. I could never do the reading efficiently - the literature review. There just seemed to be a whole library full of things that might be useful, or even crucial - how could I choose? The thing I needed to know might be in the next volume, or on the next page. I couldn’t read the whole book, let alone all the books that might conceivably pertain to the subject. And then, as a post-grad there was a whole world of articles that might be relevant too, and which someone might trip me up on if I hadn’t read (and understood) them. I was lost.

More recently I have got the hang of prioritising. I used to look at my to-do list and not know where the heck to start but I’ve learned that on that list there are always a few things that really can’t wait and there is usually a fairly clear order among them. One of my last visits to Mike the CBT Guy furnished me with a piece of A4 divided by a cross into four quarters - the upper half is for Urgent things, the lower for Non-urgent. The right hand half is for Important things, the left for Unimportant. I’m good at Urgent things like deadlines, getting to appointments on time, and dealing with emergencies (I’m actually quite good in a crisis). Unimportant/Non-urgent things I’m fine with too - like most people I can potter about - commenting on stuff on Facebook and looking up plants and watching boxed sets - especially when there are other things I know I should be getting on with. But it’s the Important but Non-urgent things that are the problem - the things that really should be done but where there’s no real time-limit - just on-going, open-ended effort - things like job-hunting, and money and research, and finding publishers for my writing, or getting things fixed around the house, and shopping around for insurance and utilities providers. These are the things that I just can’t face. These are the things that get me down. Of course, with most of them, if I don’t get around to them, nobody suffers but me. It’s the work/money thing that’s the problem, because then I have to go to my mum and ask her for help, or my friends have to bail me out when my card doesn’t work, or i can't afford to go out and do nice things with my girlfriend. And although mum has savings and a pension and dad’s life insurance, we are by no means a wealthy family, and I know she worries and it’s humiliating and I feel guilty because I know I should be doing better by now (I’m 53) and I should be able to find a job by now (I have a good master’s degree ferchrissakes!) And yet…

I could get a ‘normal’ job - working for a nursery or a shop maybe. It would be for little more than minimum wage so I’d have to work full time so I couldn’t do anything else (I’m not one of these people with masses of energy) and I’d have to give up the nursery (something I was able to set up exactly because Miss Green financed it and I could do it with the resources and skills I already had - but it makes a loss. Making the nursery more profitable is another thing in the important-but-not-urgent corner of the diagram.) The idea that I could get a proper graduate job that pays enough to either work part time or which is interesting enough to keep me happy doing it full time, has just never struck me as a very likely option. I know - that sounds mad but I just can’t imagine it. That’s another of the weird and yet true-feeling ideas I have about The World of Work - that ‘good jobs’ are just unimaginable. Going to uni and getting my MSc and then going onto a Phd and getting a job as an ecologist was my big idea of a career. Since that fell through half way through the Phd I’ve had no more ideas about what to do instead, unless you count the nursery, and of course the novels, neither of which pay.

So what am I to make of this?


Wednesday 7 October 2015

Just Do It!

I had to take my car into the mechanic's yesterday to have the driver's side window repaired. For whatever reason the electric window opening mechanism turned into a glass grinding mechanism. I went along to see my mate (I'll call him Leo) after dropping the car off (he lives along the road from the mechanic) and he drove me home and has offered to come and pick me up when the car is ready. He and his wife are incredibly generous. Unfortunately, listening to Leo often leaves me feeling a bit useless - he is one of these very gung-ho people who just seems to go for things and get stuff done and I don't think he really understands what it's like to not be like that. He has his own problems with depression and yet he still seems to get a massive amount done. He has an online business, he's a computer consultant and he's doing up an old property to live in. Business is always on the edge and money is tight they say but there always seems to be enough to buy some quite expensive things, at least by my (admittedly fairly modest) standards. There are teenage kids in the picture too. It's always pretty chaotic round there but they have a lot of friends and are constantly on the go.

In many ways it's the sort of life I'd aspire to myself - working for myself on this and that, not worrying too much about the niceties. My priorities would be different - I'd probably work less and own less than they do, but that's just a matter of emphasis. I've always admired people who seem to somehow get it together to make enough money to get things done without succumbing to the 9-5 grind. As you may know if you've read what I've written over the last 18 months or so, I've been pretty pleased with myself for accepting, feeling compassion for, and even loving myself as I am, but this still gives me trouble - especially since Miss Green's death when I've been mostly unemployed and being bailed out by my mum. I've learned to accept and even feel ok about being an 'introverted home-body' but the fact is I still feel like it's a waste. At some level I feel like I've given up, and I'm only 52 and it feels a little early to be doing that.

I think what Leo doesn't get (and what many people before him, including my ex, didn't get) is that it's not simply a matter of somehow forcing yourself. I think most people, no matter how sympathetic on the outside, deep down, just think I'm not really trying hard enough. And yet I know that if I push myself now it will make it worse. I will feel confused and pressurised and I will become tearful and clumsy and bad tempered. I will not be able to think and I will begin to have little accidents. I will be rushing to get it over with. I certainly won't be alert to new possibilities. I won't be thinking laterally or creatively. I will just be wanting to get it over with. Afterwards I will be tired and, yes, relieved that it's over, but without much real conviction that anything much will come of it. A lot of the time these things seem pretty futile from the start. I do them because, well, it's better than doing nothing. I don't expect the things I do to be what people want so if it's about job applications or publicity for what I do, I don't expect much of a response. In short, before all the struggle and panic, deep down it all seems pretty pointless. I talked about why it seems futile in the last post. It's not because I don't value what I do - actually I really like what I do. I just don't expect anyone else to be impressed. It's not my fault - it's just how it is. I've said all this before I think. 

There was something on the radio the other day about dyspraxia which I could relate to. This is a condition in the same sort of league as dyslexia and dyscalculia - neurological conditions that prevent the mind understanding written language and mathematics respectively. Dyspraxia is usually understood I think as a kind of chronic lack of coordination (clumsiness and messiness) but apparently it can also come out as an inability to plan ahead or get organised. In all three conditions it is not merely a benign and adorable muddle but leads to anxiety and frustration and feelings of inadequacy. Now I'm always sceptical of the medicalisation of human diversity. The number of new conditions and disorders and syndromes seems to be multiplying exponentially (which is good news for Big Pharma of course) but that doesn't mean people aren't struggling and these diagnoses do at least illustrate the variety of ways people fail to thrive. At any rate, real or imagined, this latter description of dyspraxia pretty well illustrates how I feel about my life. 

Is it real or imaginary? There are always those who suspect that most psychiatric disorders are a result of the sufferer just not pulling themselves together or not trying hard enough. It's a common enough opinion among right-wing pundits that all our problems - unemployment, poverty, depression, religious extremism, addiction, crime, violence, and even illness could be cured by the robust application of free-will, responsibility and self-discipline, and of course there is something in that. That people can be lazy, often do take the easy way out, do not challenge themselves, seek to blame others rather than take responsibility and generally make excuses is a fact. Left wingers do it too though. I recently came across a posting by a very well-meaning friend on Facebook which said "You are not stuck where you are unless you decide to be" - a well- meaning enough plea for self-confidence and positivity, and yet looked at another way, it is saying that if you are stuck (unhappy, poor, frustrated, pessimistic...) it is because you have decided to be that way. You are aware of the alternatives (otherwise it wouldn't be a decision - it would just be getting on with life) and yet have chosen to remain unhappy, poor, frustrated and pessimistic. In other words it's your own fault. This is the (misguided) message of existentialism and free market individualism. It's also the message of the rugged self-reliance of the working class and the libertarian right. There is no excuse. It's your own stupid fault and the sooner you face up to that the better. You can't expect any help from anyone else.
(I'm very aware, by the way, that my problems are my responsibility and nobody else's. As to who is to blame, that's another matter. Suffice it to say 'blame' has become a less useful concern. I'm more interested in explanations.)

So - how to settle the dispute then between the idea that we all have enough free will power (should we choose to apply it) to 'get over' our problems, on the one hand, and on the other, that some of our problems are beyond our powers to change, or at least, are extremely difficult to change? The law tends to assume that criminals above a certain age are fully responsible for their actions - otherwise punishment and deterrence make no sense, but it also takes into account mitigating circumstances. Mad or bad? Nature or nurture, and if nurture, does that mean easier to change? If it is 'all in your mind' does that mean it is easier to deal with than if it is 'real'. For me at least, faced with the prospect of all the things I'd like to deal with, there really does seem to be a part of my mind that simply says 'Won't'. Part of me is like a furious toddler, throwing himself about, screaming or just silently refusing to move. I have no idea what to do with him, and lord, have I tried. The more I go on at him the more he refuses to move (I'm not sure if this has to do with the fact that when I was little there was zero tolerance of tantrums of sulks - the consequences would have just been too dire). No doubt this is indeed 'all in my mind' but it might as well be a huge rock on my legs. I simply don't know how to shift it. 

I've asked people for help with this several times over the years, because they seem to know something I don't. I ask them how it's done. I'd like to have travelled a lot more. I'd like to have a house of my own. At the moment I'd like to do more writing - not like this - real writing. There have been suggestions that I could teach or lecture or write more on horticultural matters and make money that way. I used to want to do more art (I can draw and sculpt as naturally as some people can chat and make friends. I just never developed it). I say these things to them and they just look at me like I'm a fool. 'So do it' they say. There is just this huge gulf of understanding right there. They genuinely don't understand what it might mean to not know how to 'just do it'. It is unfathomable. My trips abroad were mostly holidays paid for by women who had better jobs than me. The one I paid for (to Mexico) was after a complete fluke where I got paid £1000 to do a preliminary survey of common lands in Sussex for English Nature. I suddenly had £1000 and spent it on a flight. All my time at uni has been funded one way or another or I wouldn't have done it. The nursery was funded by Miss Green, my grandma's will, my ex and my mum. I've never been able to get my head around working and saving for a certain length of time to go and do something. It seems like it should be the most obvious thing in the world and yet invariably the money earned is barely enough to live on and I'll have wasted several months in a crappy job for nothing. Why can't I get a better job? I don't know. I talked about this a couple of posts back. I don't know why I've never had a proper graduate-level job. It's that invisible boulder on my legs again. Partly I suspect it's the difficulty of fitting in. Partly it's the boredom of ordinary jobs and the fear of screwing it up and letting everyone down. Partly it's the sense that it probably won't come to anything anyway.

I've never felt so inferior though, as when I've tried to explain all this to people. They just don't get it, and I suspect they either think I'm work shy, or that I'm just not trying hard enough - that it's all in my mind and I should just get on with it and that if I don't it's because I've decided not to - because at some level I like being unhappy and unfulfilled and maybe I like whining about it. Whatever they think, all I get is incomprehension, exasperation, contempt and finally they leave. The women on those dating sites (see previous post) simply see it as some inexplicable weakness. Men after all - real men, are confident and worldly and, like 21st century women, are social, busy and energetic - always getting out and doing things, because staying in is a sort of weakness, and being lonely is a kind of repulsive failure. 

So I guess I should shut up about it. Hopefully I won't have to think about it much more now I've got it down here. Perhaps I should just accept that I am that home-body - introverted, dyspraxic and prone to depression. I live in my imagination. I have several elaborate places I go to where the scenery is wonderful and there are interesting characters and even friends, and I don't have to work all the hours god sends to save to go there. I have friends online as good as any I have in 'real life' (which says more about the poverty of my real life relationships than about the internet) I have the nursery which keeps me going a lot of the time, and at least my mum and bro seem prepared to support me. The things I have achieved in the past have been partly a result of being able to directly use resources I already have and therefore don't have to save for, and serendipity. Maybe that's enough? Maybe if I accepted that fact I could be content in myself and therefore find the confidence and enthusiasm, energy and good humour I know I can have, and which I know is so attractive to women and potential friends alike?

In the mean time I have to pay the bills.