The Rockets' Red Glare
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rinueThere is something unfortunate in having wealthy parents. For the first twenty-odd years of your life, they raise you to expensive tastes -- wanting to enjoy the fruits of their own luck and labor, they can hardly indulge themselves and not their children without being uncommonly cruel. Suddenly, adulthood arrives, and the parents worry that they've done a disservice -- that the safety net of money will prevent their offspring from making a way in the world; without the motivation of hunger, they will sink into obscurity, squander their carefully cultivated potential! And so, at twenty one or thereabouts, you are left with an empty bank account, no job experience, no savings of your own, and an ingrained habit of desiring only the exceptionally fine.
Sometimes, I wonder what my parents were thinking, but then I realize they had no better way to deal with the situation, short of providing an aeternal allowance. At the same time, I am frustrated by the assumption that money is the only motivator. Certainly, it is a motivator -- there's the classic example of garbage men, who certainly wouldn't do the job on a volunteer basis. (However, I've lived in a town with no garbage men, and it runs more smoothly than any I've seen. When you port your own trash, you make less waste.) Obviously, we as a society need certain jobs done, jobs which are not intellectually transcendant but which make life run smoothly.
I say "obviously," but I think it's a bit of an excuse. I've mentioned garbagemen already, and the New England town where households sort and transport their own trash to the dump. How about waitresses, another classic low end of the service sector? Here in Japan, I've never seen one. The cook takes the order and brings the food; the cook welcomes the guest to the cook's restaraunt. You rind or find them, comes time to pay out, and as for the time-consuming business of refilling drinks, you do it yourself -- faster, easier, more efficient. School janitors? Same type of thing. At least once a week, the teacher and students set a period aside to clean the building and care for the lawn -- and you can bet there's less mess and vandalism to care for. Think further -- think of the automated check-outs popping up at grocery stores, or the automated check-in at airports.
When you think about it, a number of the "necessary" jobs seem a lot less necessary -- and not because of some great leap in technology. Why do we keep them? They're not smarter; they're not easier. They're certainly not cheaper. They don't train the worker to any higher purpose, or breed new skills. They trap people in dead-end, low-pay, unrewarding jobs. Nevertheless, if a national figure suggested dissolving these driftwood jobs, there would be a public uproar. "How will I make my living?" people would scream. "Without waiting tables, how do I make rent?"
At first, this seems a valid (if stupid) answer for why we keep these jobs. Think on the evils of corporate downsizing, the disregard for life that says one person should do eighty hours of work instead of two doing fourty. Problem is, that's not a good analogy. Corporate culture was founded only sixty years ago, and it's never quite worked. It's a business model where the big decisions are made far away from the problems by people whose only leadership qualification is money. It's a poster child for diseconomies of scale; it's fallen into its own trap of stock options, 401-Ks, and HMOs, and can't for the life of it struggle out. Moreover, it's founded on the same fallacy as the above defense for keeping the jobs I've described -- the idea that money is the same as profit.
Certainly, a high employment rate is a good thing, economically; I'll spare you a treatise on the money multiplier. But there are different kinds of unemployment, and not all of them are bad. Let me give you an example: I have hired Chad to move beans, one by one, from a pile at the front of my house to a pile at the back of my house. After that, he is to return the pile, bean by bean, to the front of my house. He is to repeat this process indefinitely. One day, I wake up and realize this bean-moving does not augment my quality of life. Even assuming I want the beans moved somewhere, why wouldn't I do it in one fell swoop?
I fire Chad. He complains a lot. Then he realizes he now has the time to pursue voice acting, which he likes better anyway. Even if he's making less money now, he has other intangible rewards, like a sense of purpose and a pleasant working environment. Moreover, he no longer has to pay for a chiropractor, or the round after round of drinks to forget work.
What I'm talking about here is opportunity cost. Let's revisit our friend the waitress. She's making a good living by refilling your drink. What is she not doing?
- She's not making pottery, so you're eating off ugly plates instead of attractive ones.
- She's not tutoring disadvantaged children, so you're too afraid of gangs to walk home.
- She's not opening her own restaraunt, so you have less choice of a meal.
- She's not reading up on the latest treasury bill, so your government is no longer accountable to the people.
In short, you are paying your waitress to diminish your quality of life! Instead of getting your own water and tithing that fifteen percent to a charitable organization or artist or struggling-but-worthwhile business, (or taking off work a few dollars early to spend time with your family,) you prefer having someone around to resent and complain about!
This problem is not as simple as I seem to make it, but the essence is unchanged: we assume that giving money away would make people lazy and unwilling to work, and the fabric of society would be torn apart. But money is a pathetic motivator -- it pushes people into unfulfilling jobs, asks them to waste their talents, and persuades us to hold onto inefficient business practices. The continued ability to eat will always outweigh questions of worth or morality . . . and we'll all spend our nights wondering why life seems so pointless. . .
Sometimes, I wonder what my parents were thinking, but then I realize they had no better way to deal with the situation, short of providing an aeternal allowance. At the same time, I am frustrated by the assumption that money is the only motivator. Certainly, it is a motivator -- there's the classic example of garbage men, who certainly wouldn't do the job on a volunteer basis. (However, I've lived in a town with no garbage men, and it runs more smoothly than any I've seen. When you port your own trash, you make less waste.) Obviously, we as a society need certain jobs done, jobs which are not intellectually transcendant but which make life run smoothly.
I say "obviously," but I think it's a bit of an excuse. I've mentioned garbagemen already, and the New England town where households sort and transport their own trash to the dump. How about waitresses, another classic low end of the service sector? Here in Japan, I've never seen one. The cook takes the order and brings the food; the cook welcomes the guest to the cook's restaraunt. You rind or find them, comes time to pay out, and as for the time-consuming business of refilling drinks, you do it yourself -- faster, easier, more efficient. School janitors? Same type of thing. At least once a week, the teacher and students set a period aside to clean the building and care for the lawn -- and you can bet there's less mess and vandalism to care for. Think further -- think of the automated check-outs popping up at grocery stores, or the automated check-in at airports.
When you think about it, a number of the "necessary" jobs seem a lot less necessary -- and not because of some great leap in technology. Why do we keep them? They're not smarter; they're not easier. They're certainly not cheaper. They don't train the worker to any higher purpose, or breed new skills. They trap people in dead-end, low-pay, unrewarding jobs. Nevertheless, if a national figure suggested dissolving these driftwood jobs, there would be a public uproar. "How will I make my living?" people would scream. "Without waiting tables, how do I make rent?"
At first, this seems a valid (if stupid) answer for why we keep these jobs. Think on the evils of corporate downsizing, the disregard for life that says one person should do eighty hours of work instead of two doing fourty. Problem is, that's not a good analogy. Corporate culture was founded only sixty years ago, and it's never quite worked. It's a business model where the big decisions are made far away from the problems by people whose only leadership qualification is money. It's a poster child for diseconomies of scale; it's fallen into its own trap of stock options, 401-Ks, and HMOs, and can't for the life of it struggle out. Moreover, it's founded on the same fallacy as the above defense for keeping the jobs I've described -- the idea that money is the same as profit.
Certainly, a high employment rate is a good thing, economically; I'll spare you a treatise on the money multiplier. But there are different kinds of unemployment, and not all of them are bad. Let me give you an example: I have hired Chad to move beans, one by one, from a pile at the front of my house to a pile at the back of my house. After that, he is to return the pile, bean by bean, to the front of my house. He is to repeat this process indefinitely. One day, I wake up and realize this bean-moving does not augment my quality of life. Even assuming I want the beans moved somewhere, why wouldn't I do it in one fell swoop?
I fire Chad. He complains a lot. Then he realizes he now has the time to pursue voice acting, which he likes better anyway. Even if he's making less money now, he has other intangible rewards, like a sense of purpose and a pleasant working environment. Moreover, he no longer has to pay for a chiropractor, or the round after round of drinks to forget work.
What I'm talking about here is opportunity cost. Let's revisit our friend the waitress. She's making a good living by refilling your drink. What is she not doing?
- She's not making pottery, so you're eating off ugly plates instead of attractive ones.
- She's not tutoring disadvantaged children, so you're too afraid of gangs to walk home.
- She's not opening her own restaraunt, so you have less choice of a meal.
- She's not reading up on the latest treasury bill, so your government is no longer accountable to the people.
In short, you are paying your waitress to diminish your quality of life! Instead of getting your own water and tithing that fifteen percent to a charitable organization or artist or struggling-but-worthwhile business, (or taking off work a few dollars early to spend time with your family,) you prefer having someone around to resent and complain about!
This problem is not as simple as I seem to make it, but the essence is unchanged: we assume that giving money away would make people lazy and unwilling to work, and the fabric of society would be torn apart. But money is a pathetic motivator -- it pushes people into unfulfilling jobs, asks them to waste their talents, and persuades us to hold onto inefficient business practices. The continued ability to eat will always outweigh questions of worth or morality . . . and we'll all spend our nights wondering why life seems so pointless. . .
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Re: Part Four
Date: 2003-08-27 05:36 pm (UTC)I did lump together people in the service industry with manufacturers and technitions and labours and other blue collar workers. Why? I do not know.
It never occured to me that there are no waitresses in lots of places outside of the U.S.A. Very interesting.
What about "The System" would you change if you could? How can one impliment this change?
I for one have a real beef about the lack of affordable health care for all. How did countrys like Canada get around the greed of the drug and medical insurance companys to have a health care program?
Hey! Just got interrupted by the phone company wanting to sell me some service! Personaly I would rather scrub public toilets than be a phone soliciter. They are evil. I know they need to earn a living too, but I would be hard pressed to belive they had no other job choice in this big world.
Well, If you do not mind I will continue reading your livejournal. I may not see perfectly eye to eye with you but you are very well spoken. Looking forword to more fanfiction too! Do you post your fics in your journal?
Twiggymolly
Re: Part Four
Date: 2003-08-28 04:15 pm (UTC)In answer to your question about how to change the system . . . it's almost impossible, frankly. The US is way too big; the government is designed to handle a much smaller population. In the specific case of socialized medicine, I think it might happen eventually. In a sense, that's what HMOs try to do, albeit badly. There are several reasons we don't have it already. One is that socialized medicine is not necessarily *good* medicine; a lot of people in the socialized systems travel to the US to get medical care because otherwise they might have to wait three or four years for treatment.
Another is that "socialism" is a very bad word in the States. Where you or I might see it as a boon to freedom, much of the rest of the country still associates it with "The Red Menace." Aside from that, America is one of the great tax havens - although it might seem that we're giving a lot of money to the government (particularly in the form of Social Security), Socialized countries sometimes have taxes as high as fifty percent, sometimes higher. (These countries often have flourishing black markets, for obvious reasons.)
As a final reason . . . follow the money. Medical companies have a lot of it, and they make tons of campaign contributions. They also finance a lot of PACs (Political Action Committees), who tend to be the people who write the reports our Congresspeople read. They don't like the idea of socialized medicine because it would mean they would make less money. (Or less profit, to be more accurate.) According to at least some reports I've read, these are the same people who stopped the Equal Rights Amendment from passing because they didn't want to offer the same insurance rates to women and men.
In any case, I'm glad you're enjoying my journal. I'll be delighted if you continue reading. In a way, your recent comments have been the high point of my week. It isn't important whether we always agree; your criticisms show that you're thinking about what I said, and spur me to do the same. I'll probably reply even if you post a comment to something I wrote a year ago. I'm afraid I don't post any fan fiction, but there is some original work in there. Pretty much all my fanfic can be found at fanfiction.net (name = romie) or in the Double Cross RPG.
Thank you,
Romie