Pedaling Downhill with the Wind II

Reasonable people can and do disagree about class privilege and the degree to which we are an equal opportunity-based meritocracy.  I clearly stated my opinion in the previous post, but I want to remain open to differing perspectives that might deepen my thinking. 

The following examples of how the wealthy enjoy relative advantage range from lower-level subtle privileges to more dramatic obvious ones.  In and of themselves, the first handful of lower-level examples don’t provide much of an advantage, but they probably do in combination.

• Wealthy people can buy consumer goods in the “off season” on sale.

• Wealthy people can pay more to purchase higher quality goods that last longer even when adjusting for the higher original price.

• Wealthy people can buy consumer goods in bulk when they are on sale.

• Wealthy people can select higher health and auto insurance deductibles and thereby pay lower insurance premiums.

• Wealthy people can pay more in the short-term for “star-related” energy efficient appliances in order to save money in the long-run.

• Similarly, wealthy people can pay more in the short-term for a hybrid vehicle to save money in the long-run.

• Convenience credit card users, often receive money back on their purchases, thereby reducing their expenses (As a convenience credit card user, I receive 1.4% back on every purchase and therefore pay 98.6% of what most people do).

• Convenience credit card users avoid paying exorbitant interest fees.

• When purchasing a home, wealthy people can pay at least 20% of the total cost, and thereby avoid mortgage loan insurance.

• Wealthy people can afford the best accountants and thereby pay less in taxes.

• As noted in a previous comment by CK, wealthy parents can enroll their children in college admission test preparation courses.  Also, they can hire academic tutors, athletic coaches, and music instructors to help their children excel and get into the most selective colleges.

• Wealthy people sometimes receive annual financial gifts from other wealthy family or friends.

• People with wealthy parents don’t need to help out their elderly parents financially in their final years. 

• Wealthy people tend to benefit more from networks of other wealthy people.  Put differently, they have greater social capital.

• People with wealthy parents often receive large inheritances upon the death of their parents.

• The wealthy sometimes pay for their homes entirely and avoid mortgage interest altogether.

• The superwealthy, with substantial assets, earn considerable investment income, which they refer to as “multiple revenue streams”.

What’s my point of detailing these advantages all my multimillionaire readers want to know.  Am I simply fueling the flames of class envy?  Not at all.  Maybe ignorance is bliss, but I don’t think so.  I also don’t think guilt is particularly productive.  As someone who enjoys considerable class privilege, I think about it because it reminds me that “to whom much is given, much is required.”

Others, more radical than me, would call on privileged people like me to work towards greater equality in society by consciously giving up my privilege. 

They’d see my position—that’s it’s sufficient to be socially aware of the added responsibilities that come with privilege—as woefully inadequate.  I’m cool with that.

Another idea, and maybe the most important, is that privilege tends to reproduce itself from generation to generation.  Put differently, every family has momentum, either positive or negative.  There’s no standing still. 

Some people live alone, but no one is a complete island unto himself or herself. Most of us are part of family networks.  Individual members of family networks make daily decisions—whether or not to learn, work, save, invest, take care of themselves—that when taken together, lead overtime to relative advantage or disadvantage.

I’ve benefited from positive family momentum throughout my life.  And to extend the cycling metaphor, my daughters are beginning the bike rides of their young adult lives in the considerable draft created by the positive momentum of their grandparents, their mother, and possibly even their father.

The question is, how conscious of that are they?  Will each avoid the pitfall of privilege—a sense of entitlement—and instead develop a social conscience?  And as adults, will they act on their added responsibilities by contributing to a better world by doing socially redeeming work in some small corner of it?  

Solitude

The quality or state of being alone or remote from society. 

The fam is on vacation visiting friends in Sweden.  I opted for solitude.  I’m somewhat enigmatic in that I enjoy interacting with my students, my family, and my friends, but simultaneously have a deep-seated, profound need to spend time alone.

My need for solitude has been tough at times for L to accept.  I appreciate that twenty years in, she’s getting it.  “Do you want to go to Sweden with us?  It would be more fun with you.”  “I don’t think so.”  “Okay.”  

So I alternate between being social and a loner, which may not be as paradoxical as it first appears.  I think of those tendencies as competing drives like the ebb and flow of the tides.  Without ebbing, or withdrawing from social environments, I wouldn’t have any sense of self or any insights into much of anything, and without any sense of self or insight, I don’t think I’d have much to contribute to social settings once re-engaged.  Being alone enables me to recharge my “human-interaction” battery.  Social interaction takes energy that can be invigorating, but sometimes for me, there’s a net loss of energy.

I opted for solitude because the last seven weeks have been intensely social.  The fam and I have gone from living four semi-disparate lives in a large home to living closely overlapping lives in an apartment.  And the next two months promise even more intense family time.  So this is a five day-long intermission from which all of us will benefit.

I know what I’m about to admit will cost me, but c’est la vie.  I like watching Booknotes on CSPAN.  In particular, I like listening to authors talk about their writing process.  A few years ago I was watching a Booknote interview with a writer who also taught writing at some university.  The interviewer asked the author, “What’s the single most important lesson you try to convey to your students?”  His answer was unexpected, but brilliant.  “Writing and solitude are inseparable.  Being a writer is a solitary existence.”  He went on to share his opinion that most of his students weren’t nearly comfortable enough with solitude to excel as writers.

Most writing instructors focus on the technical aspects of the process.  Solid fundamentals are important, but this author conceived of writing as a craft that is impossible to hone independent of self-understanding and insight.  Once again, this makes me think about personal technology.  I suspect people are growing less and less comfortable with solitude.  This may be particularly true of the youngest and most wired among us.  For example, like all 12 year olds probably, my youngest daughter bounces from friend to activity to friend to activity and back again.  Often, when no friends are available and there’s no activity to participate in, she goes into “What now?” mode.  

If my hunch is accurate that many young people are relatively uncomfortable with solitude, I wonder if it’s a result of adult-initiated over-scheduling.  If young people go from school, to sport1, to music, to sport2, to youth group or community service, and back again, when do they get comfortable spending quiet time by themselves?  And if they’re uncomfortable spending quiet time by themselves, how do they become introspective?  And if they don’t become introspective, how do they develop a distinct sense of self?  And without developing a distinct sense of self, how do they avoid mindlessly following the lead of their peers and the popular culture?

And guarding against over-scheduling is only part of the challenge.   Remember how idealistically I described my vision for our “Northern Retreat” in an earlier entry, in essence, the four of us spending inordinate amounts of time connecting on a deeper level.  In part, that’s been true, but note to self: wireless internet has radically changed things in the last five years.  Picture this.  On one laptop, one half of the family is in one room watching “America’s Next Top Model” on-line.  On another laptop, another member is watching an NCAA college basketball tournament game.  The third laptop doesn’t have a wireless card so the fourth family member is, gasp, reading a book. 

Simply put, there are differing degrees of solitude, some forms more enriching than others.  Meaningful solitude involves more than being alone.  Are you as alone if you’re by yourself listening to your iPod, watching “America’s Next Top Model” on-line, instant messaging, or all three at the same time?  Sometimes, when the stars align and I get an hour or two at home by myself, I don’t take full advantage because I watch a sports event for awhile and squander the remaining time on-line. 

However, a break of this length means I can take advantage of dinner and cross-country skiing invitations, watch some bball on-line, trim my email inbox, and still have plenty of time left over for being quiet, reflecting on things, writing, resting, and recharging.

And with each passing day, I’m looking more forward to my family’s return.

School Ski Day/Stipend Stretching

The plan this week was to dig into my fitness story a bit, but the word of the week is “spontaneity” so I’ve decided to Brett Favre (improvise) and reflect on a few recent events in Norway.  I just lost my Norwegian readers. 

I’m not as spontaneous as I could be, and probably should be, but within the first ten minutes of waking up Wednesday, I completely switched gears.  I lectured in Lillehammer on Monday and in Rena on Tuesday so I had planned on working at home on a high school curriculum unit I’m writing about Venezuela.  Seconds after waking, L asked if I wanted to go skiing with J, her, and J’s school.  School ski day, cool.  Much to my surprise, and hers, I said yes. 

I’m glad I Brett Favred because it was one of my favorite days so far.  Some kids went downhill skiing, but we went cross-country skiing with about a third of the students.  What I’ll remember from the day for a long time is not just the natural beauty, but also the cultural differences.  We skied 4.7 kilometers up to a cabin where we snacked and warmed up before reversing course.  And it was COLD, -5C, but even colder with the wind-chill.  It was so cold I had to ski away from L to get some feeling back in my fingers.  Wife. . . fingers. . .  wife. . . fingers. . . fingers!  J is a natural though and she covered nearly all of my moves. 

Compared to the type of physical activity elementary teachers might organize in the US, this was way more challenging.  In the US, some standardized test obsessed districts are shortening or eliminating recess and some “avoid all potential lawsuit” districts are even banning life-threatening activities like tag or flag-football. 

I was also struck by the trust that undergirded the whole thing.  We were the only parents that accompanied the students and the teachers pretty much left the students to their own devices.  Sometimes J and I caught up to a seven or eight year-old pipsqueak kicking and gliding for all he or she was worth with no one else within 200 meters of him or her.  All alone on a trail that wasn’t marked that well in the elements getting it done.  Most likely, elementary school teachers in the States would scale down this type of physical activity out of concern that some parents might flip if their child got too cold, too isolated, or too physically drained.

Some of the children were relatively new arrivals from Somali and other warm environs.  A couple of them struggled to keep pace so a teacher directed them to a warming hut where they hunkered down until we returned.  No big deal.

Rough transition.  I just watched a humorous BBC news segment about a text messaging crisis in London.  Recently, apparently, thousands of Britons have injured themselves by walking into street poles and other immovable objects while texting.  As a result, I kid you not, in parts of London, city officials are wrapping streetlights and related poles in what looks like white wrestling mats.  Alright, you’re wondering what kind of leap was that, from cross-country skiing in Norway to text messaging on London streets?  They let this guy teach writing?  In light of the pipsqueak skiers’ resilience, I wonder whether Americans (and Britons maybe) have become too preoccupied with eliminating every potential risk.  By attempting to eliminate every possible risk are we shortchanging our children’s development?  Discuss.

Another rough transition.  Topic two, stipend stretching.  Usually, professional travel is straightforward.  Travel within the university’s guidelines, save and submit receipts, get reimbursed.  A Fulbright grant is different in that they estimate what it should cost you to travel to your site and live there.  They don’t pay for dependents’ travel, but do kick in a bit more in living expenses for a spouse and children.  When you arrive they wire the lump sum to your US account and say “Good luck.”  No receipts, no reimbursement.  This arrangement plays to my strengths because I can reign in spending with the best of them.

We’ve explained to A and J that our plan is the same as L’s 25 years ago when she received a lump sum scholarship to spend a semester studying in Sweden.  She decided to live as simply as possible in order to travel elsewhere afterwards.  We’re traveling to Germany, Italy, and Switzerland in May, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the Euro is laying in wait for us.  We figure if we’re frugal now, we’ll begin our European travels with a bit of a cushion, which should help with more high prices.

We went out for pizza last weekend, a rare, and therefore exciting event.  As we debated whether to order a 30cm or 40cm pizza, I couldn’t help but notice the couple next to us had piled their trash onto their pizza pan alongside three exquisite, untouched pieces of pizza.  With increasing conviction, I repeatedly warned the fam that I was about to rescue those pieces from their tragic fate.  In the end, I resisted which inspired A to resist my repeated dares when the same couple only ate half of their cheesecake. 

Apparently wiseacre dumpster diving sketches make an impact because a few nights later J suddenly informed us, “In school, they handout a piece of fruit every day, I could bring an extra one home.”  Stunned, L, A, and I simultaneously grimaced and wondered what had we done?  I drew on fifteen years of parenting experience to think of the perfect response.  “I don’t think one fruit a day is going to put much of a dent in our European expenses, but if you beat up a few kids each day and take their fruit, then it definitely might.”

We have two major expenses: rent and food.  Rent is a fixed expense.  Our food strategy is to buy what we need not necessarily what we want and minimize waste.  Those are not onerous tasks.  We’re probably eating even more healthily than normal, tons of fresh fruit and veggies, little meat, and very little alcohol.  Truth be told, the “we” and “we’re” in the last few sentences mostly refer to L and me.  A and J spend the bulk of their allowance on chocolate. 

Most nights are low-key.  We read, watch television, and hang out together more than at home.  We venture out a couple of nights a week.  The double x chromosomes went to a great violin concert this week and we are working our way through two “12 clip” swimming pool passes.

The tough thing about stipend stretching is acknowledging that I might want to cut back more than the other members of the team.  Leftover pizza joking aside, I’m being careful not to impose my level of asceticism on others.  I just hope by the time A and J have to see a therapist to work through this experience, they’re old enough to pay for it themselves.

I’m enjoying focusing exclusively on needs.  I don’t plan on buying a single non-food, non-essential item while I’m here.  That’s liberating.  There are a few cool outdoor stores in town, but I haven’t even been inside any of them yet.  Not only do I want to stretch the stipend, I don’t want to transport one more ounce of stuff home. 

Stepping off the consumerist treadmill has helped me better understand how time consuming “pre-consuming” activities are, desiring something, researching it, comparison shopping, ruminating over it, finding the best price, rethinking the purchase, and on and on.  Then add into that mix the time spent traveling to and from stores and the energy needed to store and maintain everything purchased.  Amazing how much time I’ve saved by opting out of shopping. 

The most positive consequence of cutting back to the bare minimum is being reminded that the most meaningful experiences—getting to know Norwegians, leisurely meals and quite evenings with the fam, writing, cross country skiing, are mostly nonmaterial.

Finally, a pearl from one of J’s classmates who I got to know while waiting for the ski busses.  As she got on the bus after downhill skiing all day, I asked, “How was your day?”  “Good,” she said, “but I broke my leg, just a little.”

Northern Retreat

When it comes to parent-child relations and the “quality versus quantity of time” debate, “quality of time” adherents are often rationalizing skewed priorities.

Parents cannot spend enough time with their children during the first ten years of their lives. 

Parenting is the most selfless act imaginable.  Effective parenting entails putting your child’s needs before your desires on a daily, weekly, and monthly basis year after year.

I’m far from a perfect parent, but I’m proud of my wife’s and my work and the young women our daughters are becoming.  I’ve accomplished a fair share of things, but without a doubt, I’m most proud of who my daughters are becoming.

Why ten years?  That’s fairly arbitrary, but three of four years ago I remember having a conversation on the way to school with A, age 15, that is etched in my mind.  The specific words aren’t as memorable as the vivid feeling the conversation engendered.  It had something to do with friends, choices, the importance of schooling, delayed gratification, and planning ahead.  She cut me off midstream and completed “the talk” in her own words.  It was as if I was seeing the future, hearing what she’s likely to tell my grandchild on the way to school in two or three decades. 

It was an epiphany.  We were done.  Give her a driver (with navigation), a frig filled with food, and she could damn well live on her own. 

Ten years of affection, reading together, attending violin recitals, talking over dinner, commitment.  Ten years of trying to put her needs before my desires.  I enjoyed the process, but at that moment, felt even more moved by the result.

Intellectually, I knew A would forge her own path after high school; I just was caught off guard by how mature she already was.  Part of me was saddened that she would never need me in the same way, but I knew I had to accept it as a natural part of the cycle of life.  I had an intense joy that’s tough to put into words. 

We’re probably a more modern family than we’d like to admit.  We try to be countercultural and resist the urge to over schedule ourselves.  But it’s two steps forward and one back.  There’s an ebb and flow, but too often we get overscheduled, drive too much, and don’t spend enough time together, unplugged, and fully present. 

Maybe the best way to flee the grasp of modernization is to retreat on occasion.  In 2003, thanks to my university, we retreated to Chengdu, China for three months.  I was the site director for our study abroad program at Sichuan University.  We separated ourselves from our friends and regular activities, lived in a small apartment without an internet connection, walked all over together, dealt with homesickness and cultural differences together, played ping-pong and made new friends together, and as a result, deepened our bonds.

If you’re reading this on Monday, February 4th, we’re probably half way over the Atlantic in transit to Hamar, Norway, 83 kilometers north of Oslo, where, thanks to a Fulbright grant, I’m doing guest teaching at a university. 

Our first shared experience was preparing together.  And we just learned our “semi-detached, tiny, but cozy” guesthouse won’t be ready until February 25th so it’s three nights in a hotel and two and half weeks in an apartment in a museum 30 minutes away.  Most importantly, we’ll bop from place to place together.  It will be the first of hundreds of new experiences that we’ll share together.  Instead of five minutes of conversation after school, or ten during dinner, we’ll once again be living in very close proximity, experiencing interesting and challenging new things together on a daily basis, leaning on each other, and once again, deepening our bonds. 

My hope is we’ll be changed as a result of our Northern retreat, both individually and collectively.  When school and full-time work begins again in September, and we return to our regular routines, I hope there’s a legacy of intimacy that helps us better manage the pace of modern life and relate to one another and others with even more patience, kindness, and love.

 

Social Transformation

An observation, question, and prediction.

The observation. Women with children do a better job than men of reflecting on and talking with one another about the art of parenting. My male friends and I don’t talk about parenting too often, and when we do, the conversations tend to be brief and fairly superficial.

The question. Why is there a gender gap when it comes to reflecting on and exchanging thoughts and ideas on parenting? If women spend more time with their children than men, and also spend more time with one another, I suppose the gap makes sense.

It may not be that simple though because my male friends and I are way more involved in our children’s daily activities than most of our fathers were. Our children also see us help around the house a whole lot more than we saw most of our dads. Sometimes when L complains that I’m not doing my fair share around the house, I remind her how abysmal my dad’s modeling was and how helpful I am by comparison. I admit, pathetic, blaming my dad when he can’t defend himself.

The prediction. Over the next few decades, “the stay-at-home dad” ranks are going to swell. If I were an entrepreneur I would be strategizing on how to capitalize on this impending social transformation. Like you probably, I know a handful of stay-at-home dads, but they’re still a distinct minority. I predict this will change because my female students are running circles around my male ones. My experience jives with what others are documenting in other parts of the country. Not only are there more female college students than male, they also tend to be more purposeful in their studies, they’re studying abroad at greater rates, and they’re enrolling in graduate schools in greater numbers.

In some of my classes, the gap is glaring. I might have 30 students, 17 or 18 female and 12 or 13 male. Typically, six of the top eight students who are most engaged, most hard working, and most successful, are female. Class after class, semester after semester. There are purposeful, hard working, outstanding male students; they’re just outnumbered by their female counterparts. To create better gender balance, some universities are relaxing admission criteria for men.

Apart from the fact that young men spend a lot more time playing video games than young women, I don’t have many sociological insights into the reasons for this gender gap in academic achievement, but I believe it is going to have profound implications for all us, especially my daughters and their girlfriends. Specifically, will my daughters and all of their girlfriends find partners with similar levels of education, ambition, and gumption?

Related to this, I predict more women will graduate college, more women will enroll in graduate programs, and more women will enter the professions, and in the not so distant future, women will out earn men. Given that likelihood, more couples will decide that the lower-earning male should take the lead in child rearing. This has started to happen already, but it will accelerate.

In twenty years, I expect more men to have even more child rearing responsibilities. They’ll probably form playgroups and bump into one another at their children’s schools, and seek out one another for adult conversation. They’ll spend more time together than my male friends and I do. And when they’re sitting at the park pushing their kids on the swings, I won’t be surprised if they begin reflecting on and swapping ideas about the art of parenting.

Of Politics and Parenting

Sometimes when I’m watching sports on television one of my daughters will plop down beside me and ask, “Who are you rootin’ for?” I tell them the “blue team” and return serve asking, “How bout’ you?” Without fail it’s, “I want the blue team too.”Recently, standing in our kitchen, I asked J, “Who are you voting for?” even though she’s a senate term too young to cast an official ballot. While seeing exactly how much ice cream she could pack into her bowl, she replied, “Barack Obama I think.”

That makes two of us.

Obama’s Iowa victory speech was the most moving and inspiring I’ve heard in a long, long time. Among other parts, I liked his “there are no red states, blue states, only the United States” idealism and his admonition that 9/11 shouldn’t be used to “scare up votes.” Instead he talked about terrorism as one of several important 21st century challenges including global warming, poverty, oil dependence, and nuclear proliferation.

I was less impressed with his simplistic criticism of outsourcing and economic globalization, which I assume was a nod towards Midwest manufacturers. Go ahead and join the drumbeat against outsourcing, but first convince the American consumer to pay quite a bit more for consumer goods. People want Wal-Mart prices and protectionist trade policies, but seem unwilling to connect the dots.

I wondered how can someone be so incredibly comfortable on the national stage when he hasn’t been on it all that long?

I’m admittedly conflicted about J’s voting intentions. On the one hand, I’m glad she didn’t say “I’m really upset that Tom Tancredo withdrew because like him I dream of living in a country surrounded by an insurmountable wall.” But on the other hand, I want her to become a self-confident, creative thinker willing to take positions different than my own. On one level it’s flattering that she wants the blue team and Barack Obama, but I’d rather she become an independent thinker rather than a carbon copy of me.

I want to guide her development while simultaneously remembering she’s an autonomous, unique person whose life will take unknown twists and turns.

It’s an interesting dance, hoping she adopts the values I’m attempting to model while simultaneously encouraging independent thinking.

It may be like promoting democracy in the Middle East and then saying “Oh shit, look who they voted into office.” In cultivating an independent thinker, how much control am I prepared to give up? What if she applies to USC, votes for a Tom Tancredo, and drives a Hummer?

Cultivating independent thinking is messier, takes more time, and is less efficient than more traditional and authoritarian models of parenting. Sometimes the dishwasher needs emptying, the lawn needs mowing, and bills need to be paid. To develop self-confident, independent young adults we have to guard against saying “because I said so” too often. We need to respect their ability to reason.

Also, children need to see the adults in their lives respectfully disagree and constructively resolve conflicts. And as children age, we need to draw them into more and more substantive conversations consisting of topics upon which reasonable people disagree.*

Ideally, teachers will help model these skills and sensibilities and provide our children with opportunities to practice and develop them. Unfortunately though, the educational pendulum has swung so far towards easy to test content (mostly of the math and science variety) that in-depth, critical classroom conversations are far and few between.

How do you test respect for contending viewpoints, tact and diplomacy, an appreciation for ambiguity, active listening skills, and the boldness and creativity of someone’s thinking? It’s tough to assess those skills and sensibilities, but it’s difficult to understate the importance of them in our homes, communities, and world.

* Postscript: I wrote this post a week ago. Last night, L and I attended a great dinner party. Without prompting, one couple explained how they do exactly what I’m proposing here. On the way home, L was deep in thought about their example, and said, “Our dinner conversations are more John Belushi Animal House than anything else.” At which point J and her both blamed me. I admit, there are times at dinner that I don’t act very professorial and my table manners could use some work. At the same time, they say they don’t laugh nearly as much when I’m not there, so there are trade-offs. My point in sharing this to admit to a gap between theory and current practice.