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Of cell phones and the Pill, tuition and travel, wealth and diversification: some random economicky thoughts

My splendid cousin Ted, a marketing major at CSU Chico, comments on the increasing recognition that the current economic slowdown impacts the poor and the middle-class more than the wealthy.

I recently made a presentation to my Sales Force Management class, where as I played the newly appointed V.P. of sales. I had to convince the CEO that we needed to switch from the low-end market for wristwatches( this is an arbitrary product that was assigned to me) to the high-end market, like Rolex and Bulova. The premise for my reasoning was mainly the impending recession that our country has fallen into, and that only the high-end market will stay profitable at a constant rate. This poses an interesting question of why do the the consumers with plenty of discretionary income continue to have some cash? How could the recession of an entire economy only hurt the low income citizens?

I’m not an economist; in our family, it’s my wife who manages both our money and, in her business management firm, other people’s as well. But I’m fortunate enough to go back and forth between very different economic worlds quite frequently. My students — and I am close to many of them — are, like so many community college students, economically very vulnerable. Most, however, are not homeowners; perhaps more importantly, most who live at home live in rentals rather than “owned” homes. In an odd way, many have been able to weather the worst aspects of the “credit crunch” because for them and their families, home-ownership is often an as-yet unattained aspiration. Though rents have not come down as fast as house prices, they have stabilized in Los Angeles County as the economy tries to absorb the massive increase in housing stock. Purely anecdotally, this has actually benefitted my students who live in apartments more than those whose parents recently (since, say, the run-up of the early part of the decade) purchased a home. In this sense, the “lower-middle” is getting squeezed more than the “bottom.” Continue reading ‘Of cell phones and the Pill, tuition and travel, wealth and diversification: some random economicky thoughts’

Economic slowdown anecdotes

Further signs of a declining local economy. At my boxing gym, attendance at classes has gone down substantially while demand for private training has stayed level. The owner of the gym theorized that those who only attend classes (at $15 per pop) are more likely to be vulnerable to economic fluctuations than those who can afford private sessions ($60-$90 per hour.) The notable drop in class attendance over the past three or four months, and the comparable stability of the private client pool, seems to bear this out.

I called my local tux shop today as well. One of these days, I’ll get around to buying a really nice vegan tuxedo, but for now, I just rent a standard black tie outfit for the three or four annual occasions for which I need one. (I’ve got an event coming up in ten days or so.) I know the fellow who owns the shop, and he lamented that business had been slow. Just as many wedding parties to kit out, but slightly lower attendance at black and white tie charity galas has been taking a toll.

At the Mobil station on Del Mar and Arroyo Parkway (one of my favorites), regular unleaded gas is $4.12. But the streets are as crowded as ever.

Where to give the “stimulus” check?

I haven’t been able to figure out whether my wife and I qualify for one of the economic stimulus checks coming from the federal government next month, but if we do get one in the mail, I’m going to be quite cross. It’s not that I don’t like getting checks in the mail, but I’d infinitely prefer that the government use the money to protect natural resources or pay for increased Medicare benefits rather than sending us something we don’t really need.

At Feministe, there’s a good thread about where those of us fortunate enough not to need this ridiculous-hand-out-to-the-already-lightly-taxed ought to donate the largesse. Excellent suggestions to be found. If we get the check, 100% of whatever we receive will go to charity.

My concerns tend to revolve around animal rights issues, environmental preservation, and women’s rights. Three charities to consider in each category:

Animals:

Farm Sanctuary
Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine
Matilde’s Mission — now supporting chinchilla rescue abroad!

Environment:

Nature Conservancy
Sierra Club
Big Sur Land Trust

Gender Justice:

EMERJ
Global Fund for Women
Women’s Sports Foundation

And your local food bank would probably really appreciate the giving, too.

Check out the Feministe thread for more. And for Pete’s sake, tax me more, not less.

Buying my friend a filet: of veganism, Volvos, and the complexity of seeing every dollar as a vote

Our Florida vacation continues apace. Tonight, we drove up to Fort Lauderdale to have dinner at Sublime, one of the most renowned purely vegan restaurants in the country. There’s nothing like being able to go somewhere new and know that every last thing on the menu is completely “safe”, with no dairy or eggs or honey or any other animal product. The food was exquisitely good.

Greater L.A. has far too few “high end” purely vegan restaurants. (Madeline’s Bistro is perhaps the one exception). San Francisco has the splendid Millenium, where I carbo-loaded for a marathon last summer. And next month, we’ll be checking out the renowned Candle 79 in New York. But we’ve had Sublime on the list for a while, and I am delighted we got to experience it tonight.

A friend of mine asked recently how I, as a vegan, felt paying for other’s meat. I do take friends and family to lunch from time to time, and we rarely get a chance to go somewhere vegan. I always order a strictly vegetarian meal, but many of those whom I care about don’t. Some of my friends and family will eat vegetarian out of respect for my values, but I never insist that they do so. Recently, my wife and I picked up the tab at a dinner where two of our companions ate filet with lobster — about as “un-vegan” a meal as you could get. We had invited these friends to dinner, and we had selected a restaurant with multiple options; as a result, we ended up spending our dollars for something we find morally repugnant. Continue reading ‘Buying my friend a filet: of veganism, Volvos, and the complexity of seeing every dollar as a vote’

New look, and an empty nail salon

The new look of the blog is almost complete, thanks to Lauren of Faux Real Tho. The header uses a photo I shot in Buenos Aires, in the La Recoleta cemetary last month. My biggest weakness as a writer is a tendency towards airy pompousness, what Louis MacNeice would call the “permanent bottleneck of highmindedness.” Somehow, this picture seems like a clever representation of that aspect of my blogging. Lauren has also upgraded all the Wordpress features, and the blog should have a cleaner look.

In any event, we’re starting to see anecdotal evidence of the recession here. Every very couple of weeks, I get a manicure and a pedicure at a nail salon in the “old town” section. My beloved really appreciates it; my tendency to scratch her with my sharp and wicked toenails had become tiresome. And I confess that when I do do my own nails, I have this awful, wretched habit of leaving clippings strewn about. It’s inexcusable and disgusting, but there it is.

Normally, on a Sunday, the salon would be packed (with a clientele that is perhaps 25% male). Today, there was only one other person getting a “mani/pedi” during my nearly one hour there. I asked the woman who was giving me the manicure whether business had been slow, and she said “Oh my gosh, yes. It just started two weeks ago. The gas prices started going up again, and all of a sudden, wham! It’s been really bad. We’re really worried; we’re one of the first things people cut back on when the economy gets weak.”

The local Whole Foods was surprisingly empty for a Sunday afternoon as well. The traffic was as bad as ever on the streets, however. I have a feeling that in this case, the plural of anecdote will indeed be data — bitter data in the first quarter consumer spending report.

And I’ve picked my men’s final four: UCLA, Georgetown, North Carolina, Pittsburgh. The women’s bracket comes out tomorrow.

“We love your look, but lose fifteen pounds”: of modeling contracts, feminist principles, and the elitist politics of personal purity: UPDATED

One of my students came to me yesterday with a question. “Carine” is twenty, and has already taken four of my classes here. She’s getting ready to transfer on to a four-year school, and she’s doing so — to my considerable delight — as a women’s studies major.

Carine is an independent student, and has lived on her own for several years. She’s entirely self-supporting, and her parents have contributed nothing towards her college education. (This is a very common story here.) She is taking a full load of classes, and working a great many shifts as a server in a West Los Angeles restaurant. Though the tips are good, she’s barely scraping by. Her twelve year-old Camry is on the verge of complete collapse. Something’s gotta give.

Since she was in high school, Carine has done a little bit of modeling here and there; it’s provided a little extra pocket money from time to time, nothing too significant. But now, with transfer looming and the economy hitting the restaurant business, she’s decided to investigate making her modeling more serious. She has the right look, and earlier this week, she met with one of the better-known agencies in town. They loved her face and her portfolio, and were quite willing to sign Carine to a “conditional” contract. The “conditions”: lose three inches off her hips and drop fifteen pounds off her already lanky frame. The agency would check in her with regularly to assess her “progress”; if she did as she was asked, she could be assured of steady work. There’s no question that taking this contract would make a huge difference to Carine. It will enable her to transfer, to stay on course for her degree (in women’s studies, heaven be praised), to remain independent.

Carine is a self-described “staunch feminist”. She took my women’s studies class and was hooked; she regularly e-mails me for “more books, please!” I send her reading suggestions at a staggering rate, and she ploughs through them just as fast. And Carine, like so many young feminists I’ve known, was worried about whether taking this contract would compromise those infamous “feminist credentials.” She said something like: “I know the fashion industry sends a lot of destructive messages to women. If I lose this weight, do I become part of that destructive message? Am I hurting other women as well as myself?” Continue reading ‘“We love your look, but lose fifteen pounds”: of modeling contracts, feminist principles, and the elitist politics of personal purity: UPDATED’

Sex worker bodies, farm worker bodies: a musing on agriculture, porn, and cheap grace

In the midst of the latest round of debates over sex here in the progressive blogosphere, I was struck by BrownFemiPower’s post about the kinds of oppression we sometimes ignore in our eagerness to focus on pornography.

I’m very very *very* tired of how sex work is framed as a labor issue by many anti-pornography activists–they chronically insist that porn is the worst worst worst job ever because it hurts females.

I hear this logic, and all I can think is, “Really?”

I’ve known women who have had to work 12-15 (or more) hours a day in 100+ degree heat with no breaks for water and no place to pee (I was one of those women). I’ve known women who have had to work on their knees the entire 12-15 hour shift (or in a squatting position), with a bag that digs into their backs and can carry 20-25 pounds of vegetables or fruits. I’ve known women who can not kneel at mass because their knees are so shot from the hard labor they’ve done most of their lives. I’ve known women who have worked in the fields since they were five or six. I’ve seen pregnant women, elderly women, young girls, disabled women all forced to walk up to two miles (after 12 or 15 hour days) to get back to their cars so they can go home.

I know women are being exposed to some of the most dangerous chemicals known to mankind. I know young girls are working in fields rather than going to school because their mothers aren’t being paid enough for the job that they do. I know women are being locked up and only allowed to leave the farms for up to two hours a week. I know women are working for wages that have not increased in 27 years. I know women who go to company doctors after exposure to pesticide clouds are being told that they have ‘female problems’ (rather than pesticide poisoning). I know women are giving birth to babies that die because of pesticide exposure. I know women are out digging ditches 20 days after they give birth. I know women are being sexually harassed by field bosses. I know young girls are being sexually harassed by field bosses. I know 90% of the female farmworkers in California say that sexual intimidation and harassment is a major problem at their jobs. I know women refer(ed) to a field in California as the “field of panties” because so many women were raped there. I know women are being threatened with guns by their field bosses.

At BFP’s, these last two paragraphs are filled with links that document what’s going on. Continue reading ‘Sex worker bodies, farm worker bodies: a musing on agriculture, porn, and cheap grace’

The “miracle cure” of marriage: responding to Kay Hymowitz and Brad Wilcox (again)

I’ve taken two days to write this post. I feel very, very strongly about it — more than about any post I’ve written in, well, at least a few months.

In the latest issue of First Things (not available yet online except to subscribers), W. Bradford Wilcox reviews Marriage and Caste in America: Separate and Unequal Families in a Post-Marital Age, the latest from conservative family scholar Kay S. Hymowitz.

I haven’t read Hymowitz yet, but I always seem to have a bone to pick with Brad Wilcox. I’ve taken issue with him in three separate posts: here, here, here. Wilcox is a Virginia Cavalier (and I have a soft spot for all things Charlottesville), and he’s an important family scholar in his own right. I agree with him on almost nothing, but admire his writing style.

Wilcox has this way of saying things that are so stunningly wrong that I leap up from the couch or chair or desk and start madly pacing about. From this month’s First Things review:

The rise of the marriage gap also reveals that a large minority of working-class, poor, and minority adults no longer “believe in marriage as an institution for raising children.” They have lost touch with a marriage orientation that requires them to keep an eye on the future, to work hard, to discipline their sexual (or at least reproductive) behavior, and to be discriminating in their choice of romantic partners. In making this point, Hymowitz provocatively turns on its head the standard liberal argument that the poor do not marry because they do not have good jobs, adequate income, and decent housing; instead, she persuasively argues that the disappearance of a marriage orientation—and the virtues and values associated with this orientation—among the poor and working class is a big part of the reason that they and their children are more likely to end up at the bottom of the social ladder.

I may be blaming Wilcox for Hymowitz’s sin, but his approval of her stance (the bold is mine) is clear. It’s like reading something from the Gilded Age of nineteenth-century social reform, when earnest upper-middle-class types tut-tutted about the licentiousness and immorality of the poor and the brown. The urban poor (particularly, I suspect, Wilcox and Hymowitz mean black and Latino people) have — get this — no work ethic and no sexual self-control. Why? Because the “po’ folks ain’t gettin’ married no mo”. Wilcox and Hymowitz, like most social conservatives, see marriage as the panacea for all social problems. Sexually frustrated? Get married. Worried about social security? Get married. Want to have happy children? Get married. Want to end global warming, cure the common cold, and hasten the return of the Lord? Get married. Continue reading ‘The “miracle cure” of marriage: responding to Kay Hymowitz and Brad Wilcox (again)’

Wealthy and embittered with a victim complex? Leave your money to the MRAs

This from Vanessa at Feministing:

Apparently in all seriousness, the lads at Men’s News Daily are asking elderly men’s rights activists (MRAs) to leave their money to charities that will continue the struggle:

Let me talk directly to older wealthy American married males: give us other men a break. Don’t assume that your wife is as conservative as you. Don’t die and leave her all of your money.

In 2007, money is not only flowing into feminist organization coffers from dead widows and vindictive ex-wives like Heather Mills McCartney. The feminist groups are also getting big dollars from big politically correct corporations like Exxon-Mobil and, of course, an American Congress which is filled with blackmailed perverts like Senator Larry Craig who have clearly been doing almost everything the feminists wanted just to keep themselves in business at the local men’s restroom.

Therefore, you real men who might die in the next 10 years (you could be hit by a truck) have an obligation to leave serious funds to men’s rights organizations that can do battle with the above-mentioned juggernaut. Please go change your last will and testament today (tomorrow if it is after 5PM when you read this).

Larry Craig was a feminist? If so, he was pretty darn well, uh, closeted.

Of course, there aren’t a lot of legitimate men’s rights groups that have 501(c)3 status, but perhaps that will change. The article advises:

You can also start a 501c3 non-profit before you die. Ask a lawyer about getting one started sooner rather than later.

Remember, no matter how much you love her, please do NOT leave all your money to a woman (wife or daughter) who could knowingly or unknowingly turn your grandson and great-grandson into the slave of a system completely dominated by feminists.

It’s beyond risible, of course, but worth a visit for the laugh. There’s an interesting comment thread at Feministing.

For my own categorization of the various branches of the men’s movement, see here. For one of many critiques of the so-called MRAs, see here. Quoting myself from many years ago:

The problem with the men’s rights movement is that they confuse men’s unhappiness with oppression. They assume that if men were in control, they would be happy, because patriarchal oppressors ought to be happy. Therefore, if a man isn’t happy, he isn’t oppressing. Newsflash, folks: Just because you don’t know you’re privileged doesn’t mean you’re not. Just because there are aspects of your power and privilege that you find alienating and burdensome doesn’t mean that you are any less a beneficiary of an oppressive system! Both men and women do need liberation from rigid, traditional, gender roles. The difference is that collectively, men are the architects of the system while women are merely forced to live within it.

But here’s the serious question, since I seem to be in a question-asking mood: which charities would you be most inclined to leave your money to, assuming you die with plenty to leave?

You can scroll down on the right sidebar to find my favorites. Put yours in the comments section.

“No, I won’t sponsor you in the Run for Life, but here’s a nice gift certificate for some shoes”: some thoughts on medical charities, athletic events, and being cruelty-free

Just within the past year, my wife and I have become strong supporters of Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine. After spending a long time flirting with becoming strict vegans, she and I made the final commitment to eliminating the last vestiges of animal product from our diet this past spring, after returning home from the PCRM gala in Washington DC.

One of PCRM’s chief campaigns is to end the use of animals in medical and scientific research. I’ve written about the anti-vivisection movement before. And our growing commitment to the cause of cruelty-free research has led to an interesting and ongoing problem.

Hardly a week goes by in which we are not contacted by friends, former students, colleagues or distant relatives with a request to sponsor one of them in a fundraising event for a medical charity. Because I’m a marathoner and my wife is a triathlete, we regularly hear from those who have made the commitment to train for their first endurance event — and are doing so as a fundraiser for a health-related cause. Even before we got together as a couple, my wife and I were loyal individual contributors to groups that fought AIDS or Breast Cancer or Crohn’s Disease or Leukemia or Multiple Sclerosis or what-have-you. We sponsored friends with amounts small and not-so-small, and threw in as much helpful advice about training as we could.

But now, the obvious dilemma. We are mutually committed no longer to give a single penny to medical research that involves animals. And, sadly, a great many of the leading “disease organizations” sponsor animal-based research. Though many of these organizations do some work that is wonderfully free from cruelty, there exists — in most cases — no way to ensure that no part of a donation will go to any kind of animal-based medical research.

The only medical organizations to which we feel safe donating are those that have received the “Humane Seal” from PCRM. The list is here. It’s interesting to see who’s on it: The American Breast Cancer Fund, for example, is cruelty-free and safe for donations; The Susan B. Komen Foundation (which mainly fights breast cancer and is closely linked with many athletic fundraisers) still sponsors animal research.

Most of the requests we get these days to sponsor a niece, cousin, co-worker or friend would require a donation to a charity that does still fund animal experiments. And so, when we’re asked, we politely decline, explaining our reasons. And we also offer to fund some of the training that is being done. For example, one of my cousins recently did a triathlon in Hawaii to raise money for a medical organization that participates in animal research. We told him we couldn’t sponsor him — but we gave him a goodie-bag filled with gear, gels, socks, and hydration tools. The amount we spent was at least equivalent to what we would have contributed to the medical charity on his behalf.

In other cases, I’ve simply started giving small gift cards to be used at the local running or cycle store. Anyone training for their first big race or endurance event will need lots of stuff, and we are happy to support our loved one in that aspect of helping him or her reach her exciting goal. In this way, we can show our commitment to our friends — and to defenseless creatures.

I’ll admit we’ve had what diplomats call “frank and candid exchanges” with some people who’ve asked for our support. A few have been genuinely outraged (perhaps especially in light of my own father’s death from cancer last year). But when you ask for money for your cause, you’re going to be told — gently and kindly — why we may not be able to support it. But we will offer an alternative.

Oh, and on the vegan/health front: anyone who knows me knows how frequently I get colds. Well, folks, I’m sure I’m about to jinx myself, but since knocking out the last vestiges of dairy products from my diet earlier this year, I’ve been healthier longer than I can ever remember. My body is bouncing back from running-related soreness faster as well, and for someone now in his forties, that is good news indeed…

Wages, the masculine malaise, and “waiting to be struck by certainty”: some thoughts on the new urban income report

I promised last Friday I’d post this week about young professional women’s income outpacing men’s. The original New York Times article is here.

It’s worth noting that this phenomenon is a narrow one: overall, men still out-earn women across the country.

…women of all educational levels from 21 to 30 living in New York City and working full time made 117 percent of men’s wages, and even more in Dallas, 120 percent. Nationwide, that group of women made much less: 89 percent of the average full-time pay for men.

Because this trend is confined to a couple of large metropoleis, it’s difficult for anyone to draw sweeping conclusions that apply uniformly across the nation. No major shift in national social policy is called for based upon the narrow experiences of young women in Manhattan and the Metroplex. Still, the numbers themselves are striking, even if they do only apply to a select few regions. And I’m particularly struck by this excerpt from the Times piece, touching on a possible “why” for this shift:

Melissa J. Manfro, a 24-year-old lawyer who was raised in upstate New York, offered her own theory on why younger female lawyers are outearning their male peers: a desire to begin their careers earlier to prepare for starting families.

“It seems that women tend to take less time off between college and law school, and therefore become more senior, and, hence, make more money, at a younger age,” she said. “I would, of course, like to think that means that women know what they want sooner than men. But it probably has more to do with the unfortunate fact that women need to keep in mind biological time constraints and feel a great deal of pressure to build an entire career before refocusing on marriage and children.”

Of course, a great many young women lawyers in New York City are not worrying about biological clocks. Many may not expect to marry or have children at all. But I do think we’ve done a fairly good job in recent decades of raising middle-class young women to be self-reliant, stressing that if at all possible, they should not “have to rely on a man” for support. This doesn’t mean that most successful young women are motivated by a lack of male reliability! It does mean that we’ve managed to impress upon young women something we haven’t managed to impress upon their brothers: that success is usually the result of a good education and a lot of hard work, and the sooner both are embarked on, the better.

The tenured American professoriate is still largely male. Law schools still have more male faculty than female. It’s difficult to find verifiable evidence of blatant discrimination against men in the American academy. (Though it has been widely reported that many colleges now have easier admission standards for boys than girls.) The problem is not that boys can’t do the work, or are being discouraged from doing the work; rather, it’s a kind of “masculine malaise” that seems to have infected a great many potentially successful young men.

To quote my father (and the title of a book proposal I’ve put out), too many young men are “waiting to be struck by certainty.” Too many young men figure that getting a graduate degree, making a decent living, and building a stable and successful life can “happen later” after they’ve “grown up.” (And anecdotally, the number of men in their mid-to-late 20s using the phrase “when I grow up” is nothing short of alarming.) We have a generation of young men who seem to lack the urgency and the ambition of their sisters. They haven’t been shamed out of it, they haven’t been actively discouraged — but they haven’t been sufficiently encouraged, either. They are waiting, waiting, waiting; waiting perhaps for a sudden beam of inspiration from above that will tell them exactly what they are to do with their lives. Until then, they’ll do a little of this and a little of that, they’ll hook up here and move in there, and they’ll put off pursuing a goal until they figure out what the heck it is that they want to do. And as many of the sisters, mothers, and girlfriends of these lads know, some men can put off that “growing up” until they are well into middle age.

Just as this study on wages among urban twenty-somethings doesn’t apply universally, this theory of “masculine malaise” isn’t going to fit every young man my readers know. And let me be very clear that this malaise is not the fault of feminism. Success is not a zero-sum game. Blaming women for male failures is a bit like the trustees of Ivy League colleges in the 1920s blaming a small number of Jewish students for being “too ambitious”. (In more recent years, we’ve directed that antipathy towards Asian-Americans.) As the story goes, in the 1920s, a lot of WASPs who expected to slide through Harvard with the “gentleman’s C” were nonplussed by the willingness of Jewish classmates to work hard. Something had to give — and what gave, thank goodness, was the “gentleman’s C.” Today, a lot of young men don’t seem to be as willing to work hard in school as their female classmates. Just as WASP privilege alone ceased to be a guarantor of success; perhaps now, at least for a few, we are seeing that maleness alone is no longer a similar guarantor.

Our culture is too easy on our young men, frankly. Anxious parents worry about boys’ poor attention spans, and complain that classes today are too detailed-oriented. That ought to send any historian of education into gales of laughter; look at the the young rabbinical students — all boys — who memorize the entire Torah by sixteen; look at the the demanding curricula (Greek, Latin, etcetera) of many nineteenth-century American universities. All male student bodies proved perfectly capable of feats of concentration and hard work, and they didn’t need huge doses of Ritalin to do it. I have no desire to return to the limited and extremely demanding educational philosophy of an earlier generation, but it seems absurd to suggest that “boys can’t concentrate as well as girls.” (Plenty of boys prove to be positive miracles of concentration when playing video games!)

There is a time and place for dreams. But the American middle class allows too many of their sons to dream to distraction. For fear of alienating them, for fear of repressing what we insist on believing is their innate masculine wildness, we allow them to “explore” and “wander” for a very, very long (much too long) time. We all know a lot of handsome, dreamy-eyed slacker boys, a year or two out of college, drifting through their twenties on drugs and theories, waiting, waiting, waiting, to be struck by certainty. And it is these boys — for boys they still are — who are one big whopping reason why, in our urban centers, incomes for young men have fallen so badly in comparison to their sisters.

What I don’t have time to blog about now…

is this fascinating New York Times article: For Young Earners in Big City, a Gap in Women’s Favor. Some excerpts:

Young women in New York and several of the nation’s other largest cities who work full time have forged ahead of men in wages, according to an analysis of recent census data.

The analysis…. shows that women of all educational levels from 21 to 30 living in New York City and working full time made 117 percent of men’s wages, and even more in Dallas, 120 percent. Nationwide, that group of women made much less: 89 percent of the average full-time pay for men.

Just why young women at all educational levels in New York and other big cities have fared better than their peers elsewhere is a matter of some debate. But a major reason, experts say, is that women have been graduating from college in larger numbers than men, and that many of those women seem to be gravitating toward major urban areas.

Melissa J. Manfro, a 24-year-old lawyer who was raised in upstate New York, offered her own theory on why younger female lawyers are outearning their male peers: a desire to begin their careers earlier to prepare for starting families.

“It seems that women tend to take less time off between college and law school, and therefore become more senior, and, hence, make more money, at a younger age,” she said. “I would, of course, like to think that means that women know what they want sooner than men. But it probably has more to do with the unfortunate fact that women need to keep in mind biological time constraints and feel a great deal of pressure to build an entire career before refocusing on marriage and children.”

Though the analysis showed women making strides, it also showed that men were in some ways moving backward. Among all men — including those with college degrees — real wages, adjusted for inflation, have declined since 1970. And among full-time workers with advanced degrees, wages for men increased only marginally even as they soared for women. Nationally, men’s wages in general declined while women’s remained the same.

I’ll post on this next week.

Struggling with money

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Before I go any further, let me just say that the “Sin City” Gram Parsons tribute concert on Saturday was marvelous. The LA Times has a decent review (email me if you want an LA Times access code) by Robert Hilburn today, complete with this photo of Keith Richards and Norah Jones singing a duet on the classic “Love Hurts.” (Just to see those two together was more than worth the hefty admission price.) Dwight Yoakam made a brilliant surprise appearance; Steve Earle was sublime; I was in tears of joy through the last forty minutes of the show.

On to money. I’m refinancing my condo. I bought it in April 2003, and it’s easily appreciated 25% since then. I’m pulling out equity to spend on various important things. But I’ve been thinking a lot lately about money, and especially after reading this Wendell Berry interview in Sojourners. Here is the excerpt that resonates with me:

Any religion has to have a practice. When you let it go so far from practice that it just becomes a matter of talk something bad happens. If you don’t have an economic practice, you don’t have a practice. Christians conventionally think they’ve done enough when they’ve gone to the store and shopped. But that isn’t an economic life. It isn’t an economic practice. If you take seriously those passages in the scripture that say that we live by God’s spirit and his breath, that we live, move, and have our being in God, the implications for the present economy are just devastating. Those passages call for an entirely generous and careful economic life.

Berry has always been one of our finest anti-capitalist prophetic voices (and he will make an appearance in a future Thursday Poem). But this little paragraph is making me uncomfortable on this morning, a morning where I am awaiting a call from my mortgage broker.

I split my major contributions between the two churches to which I belong. I give in much smaller amounts to a variety of other charities (I’ll post a list one of these days), and yes, I give to various political candidates. (Twice so far this summer to John Kerry). But is giving a certain percentage of my income the same as having a spiritual relationship with money? I suspect not. Indeed, I find that the more I give to church and charity, the more I begin to feel that what remains is mine to spend entirely as I will.
One of the great areas of my life where I still need growth is in my sense of entitlement! I am, like far too many Americans, fond of the language of “earning and deserving”. I say things like this to myself all the time:

“I’ve worked hard, I deserve a vacation.” (Uh, yes, tenured profs do work hard. I teach seven classes a semester, thank you.)

“I’d look really good in that shirt (those shoes, those jeans, with that belt). It’s a bit much, but I can afford it.”

I need this.” (Said about everything from a remodeled kitchen to a road bike to concert tickets.)

How does that jive with Berry’s statement that “If you take seriously those passages in the scripture that say that we live by God’s spirit and his breath, that we live, move, and have our being in God, the implications for the present economy are just devastating.”???

I realize that when it comes to charity and tithing, I tend to “pay God to go away.” That’s hard to admit, but it is what I do. If I give a certain amount away, I reason, then I am free from the moral burden of having to share any further. Then I can leave the lights on at home all day, buy expensive clothes, go out to expensive meals, lease a new car every three years, take several vacations annually, and, yes, despite my income, run up credit card debt because I struggle to live within my already ample means! The disconnect between the gospel and my spending habits is “just devastating.”

Heck, maybe this is one reason why I’m a liberal. I like the idea of raising taxes to pay for social programs. I like the fact that taxes (unlike the modern tithe) are not voluntary — because I know that I tend to avoid that which is voluntary! I’ll only give a truly just amount of my income if it is taken from me. I’m only half-serious, but it’s a fairly serious half. Hugo is often at his most virtuous when virtue is mandatory. Am I the only one?

Bikes and Bankruptcy

My gal has been getting up at dawn each morning this week to watch the Tour de France live; I confess, she’s got me hooked as well. I’ve even added a link to the excellent “Tour de France” blog; it has up-to-the-minute news from the race. I’m seriously thinking about buying a road bike so I can do some cross-training. My body has held up well with five days a week of running, especially since I do so much of it on dirt; nonetheless, the “no-impact” aspect of cycling intrigues me. (I just think men look a bit silly in bike shorts. As one of my best friends put it years ago, whenever he wears them, he feels like he’s “smuggling plums”.)

By the way, I love the Lance Armstrong Nike ad. Ralph at Cliopatria brought it to my attention a month or so ago, and I play it twice a day.

The Catholic archdiocese of Portland has filed for bankruptcy protection; it is surely only the first of many dioceses to do so in the face of lawsuits resulting from allegations of sexual abuse by priests:

Although the decision raises serious questions about the future of archdiocesan schools, parish property and donations, plaintiffs and their attorneys accused Roman Catholic officials of seeking yet again to cover up 50 years of priest abuse.

“They have been morally bankrupt my entire life,” said James Devereaux, one of two plaintiffs who was set to go to trial Tuesday.

But in an earlier news conference, Portland Archbishop John G. Vlazny said bankruptcy was the church’s only move in the face of empty coffers, a pair of lawsuits seeking more than $155 million and dozens of other unsettled claims. In its filing, the archdiocese said its largest 20 lawsuits added up to more than $340 million in claims.

20 lawsuits adding up to $340 million? That’s $17 million per claim! As awful as the church’s sex scandal has been, how can anyone justify taking that kind of money away from a non-profit? I’ve been kicked off a jury panel because I made it clear that I was morally troubled by the notion of damages for “pain and suffering”. I’ve got no problem with paying the therapy bills for all of those who suffered at the hands of abusive priests; I have a huge problem with bankrupting a diocese to pay for something as utterly unquantifiable as “pain and suffering!” I’m not diminishing the horrific nature of what was done to so many young men and women by some very troubled priests. I just know that the good and vital work of the larger church has already been compromised by a few “bad apples”; it makes little sense to me to further undermine the church’s work by forcing her to pay exorbitant legal judgments or descend into Chapter 11! (Note: I am totally inconsistent. I am a fan of John Edwards and other trial lawyers who get big, punitive damage awards against corporations — I just have a completely different view of things when the corporation being sued is Holy Mother Church, and I know the money is coming from parishioner’s pockets, and, as the article above notes, will lead to the closure of schools.)

As I’ve posted before, the Catholic sex abuse scandal hits home for me. As a volunteer youth pastor, the revelations about the church in the past three years have created an unpleasant “climate of suspicion” for any male who chooses to volunteer his time and energy to work with adolescents. At times, I’ve felt a great deal of anger at those priests who did abuse kids, because they’ve made things so much more difficult for men like me who ought to be trusted. Though I understand why I have to do it, it does get damned tiring proving over and over again that I am “safe”. Every headline about sexual abuse in the church (and there are plenty of stories from within Protestantism) creates another barrier to be overcome.

I wish that instead of ugly and costly lawsuits, the church could create a “Truth and Reconciliation Commission” along the lines of what was done in South Africa in the 1990s. Victims of abuse could be invited to tell their stories. Surviving abusers would be required to listen, and given an opportunity to apologize and make amends. Those who were complicit in covering up the abuse would also be required to participate, and given immunity from prosecution in exchange for honesty and remorse. The church would bear the costs of the commission, as well as paying for therapeutic care for the victims — but it would be immune from mammoth punitive damages. I can hope.

On related lines, Lynn at Noli Irritare Leones has a fine summary of recent postings on priestly celibacy. It’s worth a visit.

I’m going to play the Lance video again.

“It’s About Love” — and a whole lot of money

Last week, I got this invitation in the mail. (It’s a PDF file). The invite was from Claiming the Blessing, a small organization within the Episcopal Church (based out of All Saints Pasadena, where I volunteer as a youth leader) which advocates for full inclusion of gay and lesbian folk in the life of the church. The invite is for “It’s About Love: A Celebration of Music, Faith, and Equality” to be held at All Saints on May 2. The program is eclectic; the honoree of the event is the new bishop of New Hampshire, Gene Robinson, the first openly gay bishop within the Anglican Communion. But here’s where it gets weird. In addition to the words of the good bishop, the invite promises:

Dr. Maya Angelou will send special video greetings. Norman Lear will introduce video highlights from his fabulous television career. Dionne Warwick will sing one of her best-loved songs. Brooke Adams, Jane Kaczmarek, Tony Shalhoub and Bradley Whitford will be on hand to welcome you to this special evening celebrating love and justice.

What an odd and eclectic group that is! But wait till you see the ticket prices, listed here:

General seating (with an obstructed view): $100.
General seating (no obstructions) $200
Bronze reservations (includes the show and two tix to the pre-concert reception): $1000
Silver (includes five tix to the same): $2500
Gold (twelve tix to same): $5000
Platinum: (includes twelve tix, plus two seats at dinner with Gene Robinson at the Ritz-Carlton): $10,000

Oh yeah, with the $10,000, you also get valet parking at All Saints.

Hey, I rejoiced when Gene Robinson was elected in New Hampshire. But I’m offended by this fund-raiser, which is as slick and secular as it could possibly be. I know the Episcopal Church has been hurting for funds lately as a result of conservative disappointment at Robinson’s election (see the regular coverage at Kendall Harmon’s blog), but this strikes me as a boldly cynical way to address the problem. The church is not a university or a hospital, and it shouldn’t ever, ever raise funds the way other charities do.

To give access to a bishop — under any circumstances — based upon donation levels is an obscenity, and it’s things like this that remind me why I’m happier as a Mennonite.