Category Archives: Uncategorized

On the blessing and curse of social media

Embed from Getty Images

“I saw a new world coming rapidly. More scientific, efficient, yes. More cures for the old sicknesses. Very good. But a harsh, cruel world.”

Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

I’ve never been seriously tempted to join Twitter. For one thing, it seems like an almighty time suck and I’m distracted from gainful endeavor easily enough as it is; I dread to think how little I’d accomplish if I allowed myself access to hundreds of other people’s idly meandering thought-streams in addition to my own. Also, rightly or wrongly, I’m somewhat put off by the tendency of the so-called ‘Twitterverse’ to descend into a terrifying dystopian festival of bilious mean-spiritedness. Jon Ronson’s latest book, So You’ve Been Publicly Shamed, tells the stories of a number of people whose lives were nigh-on-destroyed by faceless mobs with nothing at stake on social media. One such case is that of Justine Sacco, a Twitter user with just 170 followers, who sent out a very ill-advised Tweet that was interpreted (though not, she says, intended) as racist, bringing on a storm of vicious condemnation, including some of the most heinous sexual threats ever to assault my consciousness, ultimately causing her to lose her job and flee the country. And it wasn’t just a few weirdos pursuing her with awful words, it was thousands of people, most of whom were presumably not prone to outbursts of extreme vitriol face-to-face in their everyday lives.

What might possess so many people to engage in such nasty, hurtful behavior over the internet is a perplexing and troubling question. Earlier this year, for an episode of the radio show This American Life entitled “If You Don’t Have Anything Nice to Say, SAY IT IN ALL CAPS”, the author and columnist Lindy West confronted the worst of her internet trolls, a lovely fellow who’d gone to the trouble to create a Twitter account in the name of her dead father and post comments such as “Embarrassed father of an idiot; the other two kids are fine”. She wrote a column about how much this had hurt her, which to her surprise prompted an apology from the perpetrator, who then, presumably as an act of penance, agreed to be interviewed by her for the radio show. In the interview, he admitted that his actions, of which he now claimed to be deeply ashamed, probably reflected some misogynistic inclinations – he’d directed similar hate speech at a number of other women but no men. (While not the focus of this piece, the particular nature of the negative attention women receive online is surely a matter of major concern). He also attributed his behavior partly to his own unhappiness with himself – for example, he was dissatisfied with his weight and therefore offended by West’s declarations of fat pride. To my ears this sounded quite close to a classic bully’s mentality: part transference of your own self-loathing, part self-defense strategy (if they’re looking over there, they’re not looking at you), though the latter doesn’t really make sense in the context of the internet, with its endlessly generous potential for persecution in all directions. Thirdly, and perhaps most intriguingly, the ex-troll recounted that, when he posted the messages, he had somehow deluded himself into believing that his comments wouldn’t be received by an actual human being. I’m not sure this means he objectified West, denying her basic humanity, which would pretty much qualify him as a full-blown psychopath. I think maybe, rather, he’d convinced himself that what he composed on that small keyboard, all alone in his sad little room, would somehow just dissolve into nothing when he finally pressed enter.

I resist the desperate conclusion that this kind of behavior simply represents human nature under the luxury of anonymity. There may, however, be features of contemporary culture and society that could be partly accountable. One hypothesis might be that technological advances have accelerated the already-occurring breakdown of communities, ironically leading to a state-of-affairs in which social media responds to a demand for increased human interaction, while the way we use it tells of a society in which we are already so detached from one another that we hardly believe there’s anyone there at the other end of the line.

Again, the most worrying aspect of all of this is perhaps the sheer number of people engaging in online victimization, while the rest of us stand by, powerless to do anything to stop it. Ronson points out that, when asked to speculate on the impact of a negative Twitter campaign on its victim, almost everyone answers with words to the effect of: “Oh, I’m sure they’re fine”. Arguably, when any attempt to mount a defense will only fuel the witch-hunters’ fire, we’re left with little option but to try our best to wipe it from our minds.

In light of these problems, plus further controversies about issues including privacy and use of personal information, social media might appear to be struggling with a pretty lousy rep right now. And yet, we stay loyal. In September 2014, a Pew Research Center survey found that all the main social networking sites had seen steady growth in membership numbers since 2012, with 23 per cent of adult internet users in the US signed-up to Twitter and an amazing 71 per cent on Facebook. Most of these members are quite active, too. While there are some salient differences between them, most if not all social media platforms provide some potential for targeted aggression, as well as offering copious opportunities for more positive, affirming forms of interpersonal interaction. And that, of course, is why we participate. They give us a way to come together; to communicate and connect with one another; to express support, friendship and love; to exchange ideas; to have our voices heard.

I joined Facebook in the summer of 2007, about nine months after it became openly available beyond a limited number of schools, colleges and employers, and shortly before I relocated from the UK to the US. For me, the timing was fortuitous. Over the past eight years, Facebook has undoubtedly kept me connected with numerous friends who would otherwise have drifted away, not through lack of care but just because daily life takes over and the time and energy involved in writing individual emails, let alone talking on the phone, would realistically have proved hard to find on either side. Thanks to Facebook, people who mean something to me know something about my son, whom most of them have never met, and I’ve used it as a vehicle to tell him about them too. During a time in my life when I could easily have felt cut-off and isolated, at home with a young child in a place where I knew almost no-one, Facebook provided me with a virtual community, which at times has brought me genuine joy. I feel no shame in admitting that a funny status update or comment, a touching photo or a handful of ‘likes’ has occasionally cast a ray of sunshine on a difficult day. It can even mimic social banter: I remember in particular one enjoyable election-day afternoon spent brainstorming with a group of mostly strangers voting-themed bands and song titles (my own top effort: Spandau Ballot. Overall winner: Gerrymander and the Pacemakers. Runner-up: Sealed With a X).

Facebook has also played a key role in helping me develop social connections in my new community. Being able to drop a friend request to someone I’ve met once or twice has led to valuable relationships that otherwise would very likely never have come into existence. It also speeds up the process of familiarization, allowing us to get to know each other from a distance and gather material we can refer to next time we meet face-to-face.

So, for all those reasons, I’m a fan. And yet, trolls and mobs aside, I can see it’s problematic. Interacting through social media can’t but alter our relationships, and the consequences of this can be bad as well as good. There’s an artificiality inherent in having just one or two channels through which we present ourselves to the diversity of people in our lives. Aside from Facebook, the only time I’ve ever communicated simultaneously with my aunt, my boss and my best friend was when I made a speech at my wedding, and that freaked me out completely for weeks. It’s not that I’m some sort of human chameleon, morphing between different personae depending on the specific social milieu, but we all tweak at least a little, if we’re honest, if only in order to grease the wheels. Moreover, it’s not always ideal for every one of my Facebook friends to read the comments of all the others, or for me to see what my friends’ various activities and interactions with their other friends reveal. Altogether, social media gives us a huge amount of information that we otherwise would not have had, some of which we may have been happier without.

And that’s the central question, really: what’s the net effect on our well-being? Facebook, as we all know, shows only the cream of people’s lives – the good times, the laughter, the sun spots on the camera lens – and it’s only natural that this aspect of it sometimes makes us feel inadequate or leads us to question ourselves and our lives, especially if the friend concerned happens to be an ex (oh don’t lie, we’ve all done it; just try not to do it more than twice a week). I know people who’ve decided to close their accounts for this reason, and once or twice I’ve considered it too but, because of all the benefits, I’ve chosen instead to endeavor to get a really firm grip on the truth that (say it with me…) Facebook Lives Are Not Real Lives. And for the most part I think I’ve succeeded. If I were lonely, or desperately wanted children, or was less satisfied than I am with the fundamentals of my life, I think it could have been harder.

Harder still to be a young person in the age of social media. While it must provide a lot of scope for fun and creativity, it also seems to deny some of the essential privileges of youth: the freedoms to make poor judgments in private and move beyond embarrassing mistakes. I’m sad to be genuinely thankful to have grown up in earlier times, and already fretful about how my son will navigate it in his adolescence. High profile cases of youth suicide connected with cyberbullying send chills down every parent’s spine. In a recent interview about his book on the podcast WTF with Marc Maron, Ronson recalled meeting a child therapist who alleged that every young person who nowadays came through her door had been damaged by something that had occurred on social media.

Progress always comes at a price, and the price we’ll pay for the increased connectivity that I and millions of others enjoy through Twitter, Facebook and the rest may, I fear, turn out to be quite high. For young people and other vulnerable groups, it may be higher still. There’s no going back now, of course. Now we can only work to promote the positive impacts and combat the worst uses of these powerful new tools.





Filed under Uncategorized

On something between superwoman and stay-at-home mom

Embed from Getty Images


While there hasn’t been a shortage of articles over the past few years about the challenges of juggling children and work, I feel like we still have yet to get stuck in to a down-to-earth, nitty-gritty conversation on the topic. Too often the discussion seems to get sidetracked by a borderline fetishistic interest in that exceptional breed of ‘superwomen’ with their stellar careers and bands of nannies, forever pictured perching on desks, all gym-toned arms, flawless foundation and perfectly compliant hair. But it’s not just the hair that makes those women irrelevant from my perspective and the perspective of most mothers I know. We also struggle to relate to their choices. They have an irritating tendency to tell us we can do it too! They generally don’t stop to question whether we want to.

Now, I’m never going to judge anyone for their decisions about work and family, nor do I desire a world in which we all see things the same. But the simple fact is – isn’t it? – that most mothers would prefer to spend somewhat more time with their children than the superwomen do. I’m not just talking about those who are content and able to be full-time stay-at-home moms, and I’m certainly not proposing that we all become helicopter parents, hovering over our kids all day. On the contrary, many of us actively want to take on paid work, for financial, intellectual, civic, social and sanity reasons; some of us have career ambitions too. But that doesn’t necessarily mean we want to spend almost all our time working. Many of us value being regularly present for some of our children’s daily routine (dinner, pick-ups, bedtimes, etc.), and also want more than just a few minutes grabbed here and there to hang out with and talk to our kids, to get to know them and their weird kid brains. Then there’s the small matter of the work required to run a family: the cleaning, the laundry, the shopping, the cooking, the scheduling, the problem-solving, the emotional counseling… the list goes on and on and on. The superwomen can of course pay to outsource a lot of that stuff, but for many of us no amount of hard work or determination will make that a realistic option – and, even if it did, we might not want to do it that way.

Discussions on this topic, at least in the US, tend to be dominated by an all-work-or-all-kids rhetoric, but what many of us really want is a mixture, a combination that involves engaging in paid work somewhere between 20 and 80 per cent of the time. It doesn’t mean we’ve lost interest in our work or careers, and it doesn’t necessarily reflect any particular ideology of parenting; it’s just a rather pragmatic matter of the optimal way to divide up our days during the period of our lives when we have children with us at home. (I’m being deliberately vague about this. I used to think it was the pre-school years; now my son is six, I think it extends at least to the end of elementary school. After that, I expect I’ll decide that it’s definitely during adolescence when he’ll need me most).

Does this preference make us less super than the superwomen, or less committed to our families than the stay-at-home moms? Aren’t we all compromising, just in different ways?

Here ­– in no particular order – is my list of the 10 things that, from my experience, many mothers want when it comes to paid work in the child-rearing years. (I say mothers, by the way, simply because I don’t know any dads who act as the main carer for their children, though there’s no reason why this list wouldn’t also apply to them).

  1. The option to work less than five full days per week (not every mother would choose this, but the option would be nice).
  2. Work that is sufficiently flexible that the whole world doesn’t fall apart if a child is sick or there’s a snow day at school.
  3. Work that is interesting and stimulating, where we can make an impact.
  4. A reasonable amount of paid leave (see below for more on what ‘reasonable’ might mean).
  5. To contribute to the family finances, or at least (given the cost of childcare) to maintain a level of earnings capability that will enable us to contribute in future.
  6. Not to be so tired or stressed out that it makes us or our families miserable on an ongoing basis.
  7. To have time left over after work and children to devote to the household tasks for which, ample evidence shows, women whether working or not almost always take main responsibility.
  8. Maybe even – heavens forfend! – to have a little time left over to spend with our partner, friends or alone.
  9. To maintain career continuity so that, when our children are older, we’ll have the choice to devote a greater proportion of our time and energy to work.
  10. Not to be disadvantaged in terms of our long-term career or earnings prospects because we are women with children.

There are, of course, exceptions. Besides the superwomen and the full-time stay-at-home moms by choice, there are those who, for financial reasons, have no alternative but to work full-time. Many single mothers fall into this group; you can take all the challenges I’m alluding to here and sextuple them for the single moms. There are also mothers whose partners work flexibly, including at home, which may offset some of the demands on them. But, for the sake of keeping focused, let me stick with this key group, just for now. I’ve found that articles on this topic often try to do too much. After all, this is complex, wide-ranging stuff – well, it’s people’s lives.

Is that wish-list really too much? What would it take to give mothers what they want? Being a Brit living in America provides me with an interesting perspective on this. Consider paid time off, for example. In the UK, almost all employees are entitled to at least 28 days’ paid leave a year, exclusive of sick leave but typically including eight public holidays. In contrast, in the US ten working days plus eight national holidays is fairly standard and, where employers offer more, they sometimes stipulate that the first few sick days of the year will be subtracted from that number – of course, for mothers, in practice that often means kids’ sick days as well as their own. In summary, the funny cousins don’t see eye-to-eye on this. There’s no strict right or wrong, of course, although research has linked paid vacation to a range of physical and mental health benefits as well as increased productivity, and of course more vacation means spending more time as a family, which may pay off in other ways too.

The flexible work agenda also has a much higher profile in the UK than the US, though many would argue that governments and employers in both countries could do much more. A lack of appropriate part-time jobs seems to be a particular issue for the American mothers I‘ve met here, forcing them into a dichotomous choice between full-time work and becoming a stay-at-home mom. In the end, if they can afford it, most opt for the relative simplicity of staying home, which is clearly a less than ideal outcome not only for them and their families’ incomes, but for employers and the wider economy as well. Women who are able, skilled and not just willing but eager to work are lost altogether to the labor force. And when, at some point in the future, they might be ready to consider re-entering work full-time, the stretch of time they’ve taken off may make it hard for them to do so.

In policy terms, the US is fundamentally on the side of the business owner, which is probably why the argument for flexible work has failed to gain much traction here. But when talented, dedicated, hardworking people are being lost to the workforce due to a lack of acceptable employment options, you don’t have to be a bleeding heart liberal to think it’s at least worth a serious, open-minded, creative conversation about ways the interests of businesses and mothers might be better aligned. This will involve some challenging questions, such as whether working part-time must always unavoidably entail a career slowdown. The answers may well be different for different industries and types of work. I don’t have the answers here. I’m just trying to make the case that the questions are worth asking.

Listen, I don’t want to be too down on the superwomen. They have an important symbolic role, because we all – including our children – need to see women in the boardroom; that visual alone counts for a lot. But we shouldn’t assume that getting more women into top jobs will automatically change the system for most mothers, any more than we should assume that men in positions of influence are unable or unwilling to make the changes mothers need. Just making more superwomen won’t be enough, because for all we might admire their success in an inhospitable system, they don’t hold the key to how most mothers can find a way to manage children and work. To make real progress on that question, we need to stop telling women they can play the men’s game if they really, really try, and start putting pressure on employers and governments to change the game in recognition of the many mothers who want to raise their children in a relatively hands-on, time-consuming way, and keep the running of their households mostly in-house, whilst also going to work. We mothers aren’t asking for the world. We’re asking for part-time, flexible jobs, with reasonable leave and the chance to continue to pursue our career goals over the long term. We’re offering to work for it, too.


Filed under Uncategorized

Review: Better Call Saul*

*includes minor spoilers


Finally, we have a hero, and his name is Jimmy McGill or Saul Goodman.

Rarely have my expectations been so far exceeded as they were by Better Call Saul, AMC’s spin-off prequel to the brilliant, dark and darkly comic Breaking Bad. When rumors about the new show first circulated, it sounded like a joke: Saul was Breaking Bad’s light relief, its comic turn – what sort of leading man could he make? I feared wackiness and slapstick, or an only-for-nerds fan fiction effort, stocked full of cross-references and inside baseball nods and winks. Breaking Bad had the rare distinction of a truly satisfying ending, but with this potential development its memory seemed at serious risk of being sullied.

Well, I should have had more faith in Vince Gilligan, Peter Gould and their writers. The show’s calm confidence and clear-eyed, singular vision never faltered for a second. By the end of the first episode, I was able to sit back and relax. I was in safe hands.

It has great style and looks sumptuous, as you’d expect. The performances are delicious too, and all the trademark cleverness and humor is still there in the direction. (We’re behind the trashcan. We’re inside the mailbox. We’re in the ceiling with the ductwork, the joists criss-crossing to suggest to us that Jimmy’s in jail). Deftly, the writers create just enough overlap with the world of Breaking Bad to assuage our nostalgic urges (I cheered out loud in the second episode, when Jimmy/Saul finds himself on his knees at gunpoint in the desert again), while at the same time introducing us to a whole new set of surroundings: the county courthouse and its parking lot; the home of Jimmy’s troubled brother, Chuck; his ramshackle office at the back of the Vietnamese nail salon. They ease us into it gently, but Jimmy’s world is his own.

After a string of anti-heroes stretching all the way from Tony Soprano via Don Draper to Walter White, here at last is a hero-hero, an ordinary Joe whose struggles, frustrations and plain bad luck we can all relate to; a guy we can really get behind. Yes, he’s a petty conman at the start, but he was young and wayward then. Eventually (and admittedly only once cornered) he finds his way to the straight and narrow, taking a humble but respectable job in the mailroom of his brother’s law firm and secretly studying online at night to qualify as an attorney himself (with the University of American Samoa). For a moment it seems like things might finally be coming together, but the cruel fates just won’t smile on poor old Jimmy McGill. Denied a job at the fancy big law firm, he fights the good fight as a public defender, displaying all the wiliness and chutzpah we loved about him in the future, but he’s earning a pittance and somehow just can’t seem to get a break – even from the parking attendant. Turning his hand to ‘elder law’ (i.e. drafting wills for $140 a pop), he finally stumbles across the Big One: systematic over-charging of residents by a large care home chain. But the case is too big for him to handle alone and, in the process of trying to pursue it, he discovers a truth about the past that may change his life forever.

Saul, we come to realize, was always more than a comic turn. In a 2014 interview, Gilligan described him as the least hypocritical figure in Breaking Bad. His heart is large ­– he’s devoted to his brother and wants the best for his blue-rinsed clients – and the needle in his moral compass wavers roughly around the right spot, at least most of the time. He declines the gangster Nacho’s offer to cut him in on a robbery. Even his con tricks are mostly aimed at fellow crooks and chancers. The fact that one too many knockbacks will ultimately wear him down and send him wayward once more doesn’t change what we know about his fundamental nature.

In fact, there are two heroes in Better Call Saul: Mike Ehrmantraut, the taciturn, hangdog fixer also familiar from Breaking Bad, appears again here too, like Jimmy doing his best to live a quiet life below the parapet. But, as with Jimmy, the universe has other plans for old Mike. The long scene where he confesses his sins to the widow of his late son is the season’s emotional epicenter. Neither he nor Jimmy is blameless – not at all – but both their souls, at this particular point in history, are more-or-less pure.

In reversing the anti-hero trend and perhaps beginning to show the way to some form of redemption for men on TV, Better Call Saul might have forgotten about women altogether, but the character of Kim Wexler and her sincere friendship with Jimmy was a particular highlight for me. (Though what it says about our culture that a seemingly genuine male-female friendship feels like such uncharted territory I hesitate to explore). There is plainly a sexual history between them, but loyalty and mutual affection lie at the core of their relationship, and there’s a refreshing naturalness about their witty interactions that comes across as understated to a viewer accustomed to super-real, lightning-quick Sorkin-style banter.

No doubt there are those who found the pace of Better Call Saul too slow, or felt disappointed that the season stopped short of showing Jimmy undergo his big transformation, but for me it was right on the money. The careful control of the narrative feed was the antithesis of the cram-it-in-to-keep-‘em-watching approach typical of network dramas, yet the plot kept moving and kept me guessing, I never felt bored, and now I’m just glad that there’s lots of story left over to savor in Season Two.

Better Call Saul made me reflect on how we can live several lifetimes in one; and how, so often, we have no idea where – or who – people have been. Favorite show of the year so far.

1 Comment

Filed under Uncategorized

On the mutual ignorance of Britain and America


Since relocating from the UK to the US almost eight years ago, it has frequently struck me how poorly the people of the two countries understand one another ­­– and indeed how little I really knew about America or Americans before I lived here.

When I meet someone for the first time in the US, it’s a fair bet that within a few minutes I’ll be fielding questions on the Royal family, Harry Potter, Downton Abbey or quirky food (Yorkshire puddings, mince pies, cookies called biscuits and biscuits called scones… ) – I don’t mind, they’re only being friendly and trying to make a connection. They often compliment my accent, which apparently makes me sound intelligent. Once, a doctor followed this up with “…of course, it doesn’t mean you are. I sensed his feelings about the British were quite complex.

When I go back to England, I get something similar in reverse: half-joking and ridiculous generalizations about obesity, stupidity, brashness or that old favorite “not getting irony”. (How many Brits could readily define irony, I wonder? I confess I’ve had to look it up more than once in my adult life). The Bush years seemed to provide a license to let loose with lazy stereotypes that the collective European crush on Obama has not entirely served to revoke.

In part, I think the ignorance is willful, certainly on the American side. To many Americans, Britain is essentially a historical theme park, with real old buildings, comedy place names and a staff in desperate need of a customer service refresher course. The Royals is a long-running daytime soap, battered in the ratings lately by the titan Downton, and we prefer our British movies heavy on lace, lawns and painfully suppressed emotion, lighter on dark skin.

This attitude of Americans towards Britain became particularly clear to me following the opening ceremony of the 2012 Olympic Games in London, directed by Danny Boyle. Every Brit I know thought it was (with the possible exception of Paul McCartney’s uh-oh Grandad’s up again finale) unequivocally wonderful: ambitious, authentic, appropriately solemn at times but also full of humor; a great big exuberant, inclusive party that paid heartfelt tribute to Britain’s past while also celebrating the modern, vibrant, multi-ethnic nation it is today. But most of the Americans I spoke to were bemused. This was not the Great BritainTM they had ordered. What were all those dancing nurses? Isn’t the healthcare terrible? I heard they take teeth out with no anesthetic and household pliers (=real claim I once heard someone make on US TV).

Americans are fond of Britain – many will tell you they’re Anglophiles – but not one time since I’ve lived here have I heard any American mention the “special relationship” between the two countries to which the British frequently refer. The truth, I think, is that when it comes to public policy, most residents of the USA spend very little time indeed thinking beyond their borders. Foreign countries are there to be visited, and studied in school, and enjoyed as entertainment, but their systems and customs have no bearing on ours. America is different, The Leader of the Free World, The Best Country on Earth. We don’t need to look outside to decide what to do. To suggest such a thing would be verging on unpatriotic.

Healthcare is an obvious example of this mindset. When the Affordable Care Act was moving through Congress, there were adverts on TV, sponsored by right-wing groups, warning of the horrors that would rapidly ensue if the US were to adopt a UK-style system of ‘socialized medicine’ (cue foreboding violins). Now, every Brit knows that the National Health Service is very, very far from perfect, but there is a reason why, 67 years after its founding, the core principle of free healthcare for all at the point of use remains a political non-negotiable. Your country takes care of you cradle to grave – most Brits get misty-eyed at the pure beauty of this idea. And it may not be the quickest or slickest service in the world, but the quality is high and, when it really matters, it gets the results – unlike in America, where far higher expenditure fails to translate into better outcomes, millions lack insurance, and some are quite literally left to die because they don’t have the money to buy it. Just stop for a second and think about that last bit. In The Best Country in the World?

The prospect of some form of public healthcare might begin to appear less scary to the average American if it were made clear that, as in the UK, they’d be able to upgrade their service by voluntarily purchasing private insurance on the open market. But they don’t get into that kind of detail, and so they remain easy targets for those who are all too ready to pull the wool over their eyes.

Of course, it’s not just the Americans who stand to learn something from paying closer attention to the folks across the puddle. For Brits, I think it’s less a lack of interest and more about the fact that the USA is simply too big and diverse a country on which to get an easy grip. Living in Georgia, I feel like I’ve seen a side to America that British commentators based in Washington DC, New York or LA generally know very little about, but still there are huge swathes of the country that remain entirely alien to me: the little Scandinavia of Minnesota, the vast empty plains of Wyoming and Nebraska, Walter White’s desert down in the south-west. In many ways, it’s more like 35 or 40 countries than one. Perhaps this also explains some of the American attitude to the rest of the world: there’s so much to understand here and only 24 hours in a day.

Living in the South, I’ve been frustrated by the British dismissal of this part of the US as full of simple, Bible-bashing rednecks – not that there’s no truth in that characterization, but it’s not exactly nuanced. In Britain, the Tea Party movement that grew up post-2008 has been treated like little more than a freak show, but from where I’m sitting it’s all very real and pretty alarming, and its origins are complicated: part genuine grassroots uprising, part Koch brothers con. I’m sure I’ll write more about that.

The British could learn much, I think, from the Americans. The same emphasis on individual self-sufficiency that can lead to uncompassionate social policies can also be empowering for people, and feed innovation and enterprise. Americans are less inclined than Brits to blame the government for their misfortunes, and more disposed to take real pride in seemingly simple achievements, such as holding down a job or providing for a family. They’re generally more grateful and optimistic. They are also far more philanthropic, arguably as a direct result of the limited welfare state. Similarly, the fervent love of country that the British so like to mock, and that admittedly gets misused here for all kinds of nonsense political point-scoring, also bonds and motivates people, supports the creation of community and pulls against the ghettoization of immigrant groups that presents such problems for Europe.

At the very least, each nation surely provides a valuable counterpoint for the other: a country that’s similar in many ways and yet so different in others, like a controlled experiment or an alternative possible world. Living in the US has made me question so many of my deep-rooted assumptions about what constituted ‘normal’: public healthcare, four plus weeks of paid leave per year, very small car parking spaces, the appropriateness of apologizing when the other person hurts you. No matter what country you come from, that kind of constructive challenge can only clarify your thinking and ultimately make you smarter. I’d like to see these two lands I love get to know each other better.



1 Comment

Filed under Uncategorized