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What Barack Obama could learn from Mike Rowe

Gorgeous and fuzzy

No, not how to look good shirtless. How to talk to, and about, working-class (and specifically white working-class) people.

Because Obama’s really screwed the pooch on that.

Mike Rowe hosts a show on the Discovery Channel called Dirty Jobs, in which he “explore[s] the country, looking for people who aren’t afraid to get dirty.” He’s been doing this since 2003 — and by his own admission, never expected the show to get past the pilot stage — and has done nearly 175 jobs at this point.

What’s very interesting about the jobs featured is that they’re a combination of pure blue-collar and multi-degreed scientific/engineering jobs. And one of the things that keeps the show going is that Mike, even though he’s had “six years of college” as he mentioned in a segment on septic-tank technicians* in Wisconsin, and has been a singer in the chorus in the Baltimore Opera for a few years, he (almost) never looks down on the people he’s working with (with a few exceptions, which always make for the most uncomfortable segments, such as Ruby the brick stacker). Usually, he makes himself into the fool, even if he spouts Shelley while doing so. And he’s gotten a really good reception from working people, who are eager to use his show to highlight how hard and/or dirty their jobs are in a way that doesn’t overly valorize them but also doesn’t condescend to them.

In other words, treats them like people.

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Job interview today

Possibly for a “real” job. Though they reserve the right to offer temp-to-perm as well.

In any event, it will pay a lot better than what I’m doing now, and be far more interesting work. I swear, if I never have to look at another Power Point presentation on marketing, I can die happy.

Best part? The job’s downtown, which would make moving to Queens less than ideal at this point.  Best laid plans and all…

Updates

The apartment is 98% clutter-free and 99% in good repair.  It’s amaaaazing how different it is to have the place look nice and neat.  I’m even keeping it that way, now that I’ve gotten it there, which astonishes me.  And now that it’s neat, it doesn’t take long at all to clean.  Pictures on the weekend, when I actually have everything finished.

I’ve also signed a contract with a realtor, and the open house will be a week from Sunday.  I’m hoping I get an offer that day, so I have minimal disruption in my life.  For one thing, Junebug will have to be farmed out while people are coming in to look at it.

I’m also back at work, at the place I’d been working at before.  They have a few last documents on the project I’d been working on to finish, since there had been some kind of problem with migrating old emails when the company was bought out.   And this is where all the good stuff is, too.

Then, there’s another doc review starting up this week.  This firm likes to keep people around who have institutional memory, so they don’t have to keep training people.  Though they’ll get rid of you if you fail to grasp the concept that you can’t let privileged documents through the net.

Drat.

I didn’t get the legal-analyst gig I really, really wanted.

Oh, well.  This frees me up to go to school.

Here we go again

The project I was working on has ended, and now I’m out of work.  Hopefully, this will last only a few weeks, as there is another project starting once issues with the database vendor are straightened out and the firm told me they’d give me a call if I was still available.

On one hand, I have no money and this is kind of freaking me out.  On the other hand, this gives me the time and the opportunity to finally, finally declutter and thoroughly clean and fix up my apartment so I can get this damn thing on the market.   Plus, tax time is coming up, which means a refund.  I don’t know about unemployment since I’ve been temping, but I’ll still apply.

And did I mention the sciatica from sitting all day?  I’ll have a chance to get that to settle down.

Why so angry?

So I’m reading this piece in Broadsheet the other day about a new paper on a study demonstrating that white women are most affected in terms of salary and promotion for being fat,* and against my better judgment, I looked in the comments. As you might expect, the usual suspects brought up the usual moral panic about fat people and healthcare (as do the commenters at a posting on the New Economist’s blog about the study, and their comments are even worse), but one person made an interesting observation:

In addition to the “you can if you really WANT to,” the “prove yourself” and all the other self-help that is more useful and more kindly meant, people have bought up the insensate, profane and semi-literate rage that is often expressed by men and women alike when the subject of obese white women is dragged into editorial columns yet again.

From the especially vitriolic women, I think it’s a way of women establishing superiority over other women while expressing fear of losing status in their subtext. “I’m not like that. I’m not fat. I’m not disgusting. I’m special — but, oh God, what happens if I gain weight? No, I’ve got to hate this so I won’t and can maintain my special perfect thinness.” Barf. And many of them do.

From the especially vitriolic men, it’s “how dare these THINGS not do everything they can to ‘prove themselves’ in our eyes, but instead OFFEND those eyes. They’re not LISTENING TO US.” These characters, especially the semi-literates, seem to think it’s the right of every man, regardless of how he looks, to have arm candy of his very own and to judge women who don’t meet that standard for whatever reasons. Thyroid, anyone? Water retention? How about pregnancy? Want a woman with a big belly to hide out lest your eyes be offended? Repeat after me, and without four-letter words, IT’S NOT ABOUT YOU.

I really wonder if this is the extent of it. The gibbering and incoherent rage that comes up when this subject is raised is really astonishing, especially that from men, and especially men who seem to think that they’ll be FORCED to find fat women attractive if fat somehow becomes acceptable.

Which I always think is rather revealing, because who’s to say fat women think you’re attractive, punkin?

But I do think this status thing ties into this terror of having to accept fat people, particularly fat women, and especially particularly fat white women. It’s like some kind of advance case of cooties or something, where the very idea of being seen as accepting a fat person as a human being might contaminate that person. And I’m sure a lot of it is simple social anxiety and far too much emphasis on status and the “market value” of one’s mate (which seems to be a big thing in libertarian circles these days). Because you might secretly be attracted to fat women, but you wouldn’t want anyone else to know about it, so you have to loudly proclaim how disgusting they are.

I also wouldn’t be surprised if there weren’t a significant feeling that fat women — you know, the kind of women who are supposed to be unattractive and unsuccessful at love — are getting away with something by having sex and relationships and being seen as attractive while not in possession of a body that shows proper conformity with the prevalent standards of beauty and the time, money and energy required to achieve them.

Thoughts? Why do you think there’s so very, very much anger and seething rage directed towards fat people, and especially fat women?

________

* There was no effect on the wages of white men, and black men actually benefited from gaining weight (probably because they were seen as less sexually threatening or something). Black women had an interesting wage progression: the thinnest black women made less than average-sized black women, but wages declined if they got heavier (though not as significantly as they did for white women). One commenter suggested that part of the disparity could be explained by white women getting a premium for being thin.

Bad blogger, no biscuit

I just realized that it’s been a week since I’ve posted.  Sorry about that.

This whole working 50-hour weeks and being unable to post thing isn’t very conducive to having enough time or energy to blog.

The good news, however, is that I’m gainfully employed through the end of the year.  The bad news is that it’s extraordinarily slow out there in the temp job market.  I’ve gotten a few leads, though, for some temp-to-perm stuff that will pay more per hour and not just be a doc review.   But even those doc review slots are hard to come by, certainly not with the kind of hours and overtime pay that makes those 60-80 hour weeks worthwhile.  And when you’re living paycheck-to-paycheck, you really need them to be as big and as steady as possible.

Whee!

Just got a conflicts check form for one of the doc review jobs I’ve been put in for.  Since I have no known conflicts, keeping fingers crossed.

Good news, and bad news

The good news:  Friday is my last day.

The bad news: this particular bit of timing is not my choice, and I don’t have another job lined up.

Perhaps the universe is telling me it’s time to finish fixing up the apartment, put it on the market and move to Vancouver already.

Things you think when you’re unhappy with your chosen career

Maybe I should go to nursing school.

It would certainly be a hell of a lot easier to find work, and nursing’s a transportable and flexible career.  It pays decently, and it would only require two years of additional schooling once I take a couple of science prerequisites.   I could do humanitarian work.  It’s a caring profession.  Schools in Canada are pretty cheap (as is, actually, CUNY).  I wouldn’t be sitting at a desk all day.

Hm.

Downsides: grossness and doctors, who are probably the only people on the planet with a bigger entitlement complex than equity partners at law firms.