When the health food store unionized, something wild happened that I thought was just a goofy one-off, but makes more sense now.
There was a big push to eliminate “degrading jobs” but the strategy was to eliminate the position, then create a new position outside of the bargaining unit to do the work. So like, we wouldn’t have dishwashers, but we’d have people who washed dishes that weren’t eligible to be in the union.
I was like A) what the actual fuck? Dish washing isn’t “degrading”, it’s fucking vital. B) What the actual fuck? You want to create a union just to exploit different people?
There were enough of us to be like “Absolutely the fuck not,” and put a stop to it, but I was absolutely flummoxed that people involved in a union would say that out loud. Working with more leftists now, it makes sense.
I think it was coming from a background that viewed labor as necessary to accomplish anything, but advocated for the equitable distribution of the gains made by labor… and then being thrown in with people who just thought labor was icky.
The first time someone told me that busing tables was “degrading”, I was like “Oh, uhh, yeah, like it’s very necessary work but under compensated for how vital it is?” and they responded “No, touching plates that other people have eaten off of is disgusting.”
But I want to eat off of clean plates. So somebody is going to have to touch/clean those plates. And I respect that person and want them to be able to afford to live.
Those people sound like a guy I’d make up to be mad at.
I mean, that job definitely had a Truman Show vibe. If they hadn’t been in-person interactions, I’d think I was getting trolled.
Just to put a bow on it:
In bargaining, someone on the Union side suggested that we eliminate all the cashiers and exclusively use self-checkouts (they were a cashier and didn’t like it). The organizer told them that the union wasn’t in the habit of eliminating bargaining unit positions. (This is the same person I’ve talked about how said that “as a prison abolitionist” we just needed to execute most criminals.)
When I explained holiday scheduling (time off requests granted in order of seniority, shifts assigned in reverse order of seniority). Someone was angry and said that time off requests potentially being denied “wasn’t in the spirit of the union”. When I pointed out that our departments made like 30% of our annual revenue between Thanksgiving and New Years and that required production staff to be working, they said that we just needed to create a class of positions ineligible for the bargaining unit that wouldn’t be able to request time off. (Which again, most of us figured we’d just rotate holidays or something, but assumed that some holiday production was mandatory.)
I was on leftie tiktok (as a creator) for a bit and I saw this attitude there as well. I specifically remember one argument around cleaners where someone said that employing a cleaner was, like, ethically bad, and that “after the revolution” we wouldn’t have cleaners.
It got me thinking, along with Ann Russell talking about how to treat cleaners (being a cleaner herself), about how we conceptualise domestic service as particularly degrading in all its forms, when, really, why is that? Why is paying someone to do something intrinsically bad?
Like, even in a moneyless, gift economy society, there would still be people whose primary contribution to their communities would be cleaning. Some people like to clean, and are really rather good at it.
I’ve talked ad nauseam in the past about how British attitudes towards cleaners and other service based positions today are the descendants of Victorian attitudes. That is, both the attitudes of conservatives and many progressives of that time. The trade union movement was particularly exclusionary towards service workers.
I think people on the left thinking about forms of labour can sometimes be worse than people on the right. People who have taken these positions generally just conceptualise them as something you need to do to get by, and there are particular employers where these positions are degrading but in general the jobs themselves aren’t.
Yeah, that really sums it up. There’s stuff that needs to get done, so I’ll never be of the opinion that it’s degrading work. I worked in kitchens for a long time, and every other position is reliant on having clean dishes, so nobody can really be “above” washing dishes. The shitty thing about washing dishes or busing tables is how people treat the people doing it. The work itself is vital.
And some of those jobs are like, sure, you can throw almost any warm body at it and get it done adequately, but you still run into people where you’re like “Holy shit, you’re good at this.”
People doing a job most people don’t want to do should be paid MORE in order to get people to do it. That’s how it would work if we weren’t mired in a schema assuming that less-frequently-desired jobs are the province of people who “can’t do better” and “deserve” poverty because they have less value as people.
I saw a really memorable post on Bluesky (I think) sometime in the last year that was a response to the question “who’d want to scrub the toilets in a communist utopia” and it went something like, “comrade, if you pay me enough to live comfortably on 20 hours a work per week, I will scrub your toilet until it SHINES.”
One of those ‘pick two pills’ things but it’s things I actually want
I just can’t with these - my brain immediately comes up with horrible scenarios that would lead to these things ….
But, honestly, the magic fridge and the car that never needs maintenance sound pretty good.
It’s like we’ve all read the Monkey’s Paw and go straight to “what if I’m getting a restful night’s sleep every night because I AM IN AN IRREVERSIBLE COMA”
anyway I would like a home that just magically stays clean unless the catch is that it’s burned down or something. or it’s still mine but I don’t get to live there and that’s why it’s staying clean.
Again it’s an honour to be drawing one of my favourite short stories ever. Thank you so much for the original authors for creating this story; and for everyone who bought a copy and donated to the above non-profits.
“male loneliness epidemic” is misleading because it implies that men are suffering because they can’t get girls when I feel like the actual problem is that pretty much any online content that’s aimed specifically at men conceptualizes the masculine ideal as what I call the Buff Scammer. there are only two things in this world that matter, says the Buff Scammer: being jacked and making money. how you get to either of those things doesn’t matter, you just need to be as rich and as buff as possible or you have failed as a man. Get into drop shipping. Eat nothing but raw meat. Rugpull a memecoin. Remove seasonings from your diet. Sell an online course. Go to the gym daily. Starve yourself so your body will achieve ketosis and start burning fat. Attend a seminar on real estate investing. Work 80 hours a week. Take steroids but don’t let anyone know about that part. Flip a YouTube channel after 10xing the subs. Sell AI art on Etsy and AI audiobooks on Amazon. What’s that? You’re trying to do this to get girls? Why would you care about women? Women are all stupid whores who don’t help you get richer or buffer. The only people you should be paying attention to are other rich, buff men. If you do hang out with women you should be pimping them out on Chaturbate so you can at least get an ROI off your time spent not thinking about men. Male friends? You don’t have time for friends. You should be hustling and grinding 24/7 365. And if you absolutely do need to spend time around other men you should only be spending time with other buff scammers so you can collaborate on entrepreneurial ventures. Like Jesus Christ even writing this is exhausting I feel like trying to be this dude would be fucking miserable like not only did you turn yourself into a friendless, materialist, misogynistic asshole who can only conceptualize the world in terms of value extracted but you’re NOT EVEN HAVING FUN DOING IT!!!!!!
At some point in my transition, the “hate yourself, get an eating disorder, buy product” messaging I get switched from woman flavor to man flavor, and omfg. What the hell is this shit!
The “woman” version would often disguise itself as self care. There’s this facade of softness and gentleness. (“indulge yourself: buy skincare! do what’s right for YOU: starve yourself and smile emptily at zucchini noodles! this is empowering. your body is a temple, divine feminine chakra mother!!!”) In the man version, no such thing. Self compassion is not allowed. You’ve got to brutally grind yourself into the shape of a Real Man or die trying, but you don’t get to *enjoy* being the Real Man because comfort is for girrrrrrlllssss.
My dangerous trans gender ideology is that being a man should be enjoyable. If there’s nothing fun about it, change your approach or stop being a man.
Given the timing of the news I had to double and triple check to make sure it wasn’t a mean April Fool’s Day joke. But it was real news! Cannot WAIT to see this movie.
Sounds like a degree from Columbia, something students pay to attain, is not the long-term guarantee it was once thought to be. Sounds like a good reason to transfer out, not apply there, and never plan to attend. If they can just take your degree away after you’ve already earned it, what good is it?
And to be clear: this isn’t a thing. Serial killers don’t get their degrees revoked. War criminals don’t get their degrees revoked. This is straight up fascist nonsense that makes a degree from this institution categorically a bad investment.
Ted Kaczynski, the infamous Unabomber, was a Harvard graduate. Harvard not only did not “revoke his degree” (because that is NOT A THING), they published his life update in their little 50th Reunion alumni publication. (OK, they did regret doing that, and apologized.)
I hate it when I talk wistfully about the ancient world and then people are like “you wouldn’t survive back then” yeah obviously I would die immediately but do you think achilles would be able to survive in the modern world if he had to send one polite email? no
congrats to these people on being funnier than me on my own fucking post
Here’s the opposite story, though. With apologies because I don’t have the book in front of me, so I may get some details wrong, but I read this “Irena’s Children“ by
Tilar J. Mazzeo.
Irena lived in Warsaw during the Nazi occupation, and dedicated her life to rescuing Jewish children from the Ghetto, and her story is complicated in a lot of ways but - well, this story isn’t actually about Irena, per se.
It’s about a bus driver.
It’s about a day when she’s traveling across town by bus with a very young Jewish child, and partway to their destination the child looks up and asks a question - in Yiddish. and the whole bus goes quiet, because everyone knows what that means. And Irena thinks, okay, we’re going to die here today.
And she’s running through her options - all of them bad - and suddenly the bus stops, and the bus driver announces that there’s been a mechanical failure and the bus needs to return to the depot immediately. Everyone off, please.
And she stands and goes to get off the bus and the driver says - not you two. Sit down. So she sits down as everyone else leaves, because, well, what else is she going to do? the options are all still bad, at this point.
and when the bus is empty the bus driver says,
“Where do you need to go?”
And then he drives them as close to their destination as he can, and lets them off, and drives away. And Irena lives, and the kid lives, and they never cross paths again.
So a janitor got three people killed, and a bus driver saved two lives - not to mention all the other lives indirectly saved because Irena was able to continue her work.
I think about that almost every day now, to be honest.
We can’t all be Irena. I couldn’t be Irena. She was in a unique place with very specific skills and connections that let her do what she did. I am just one mentally ill librarian. I can’t be her. But - I can be the bus driver. Or I could be the janitor. Because it doesn’t matter what your job is. It doesn’t matter who you are. In a world like this, every single one of us has the opportunity to do massive harm or massive good. We can save lives or end them.
And that’s scary. but it’s also very comforting? at least for me. Because at the end of the day it means this: no matter of how small and helpless and unimportant you feel, you’re never powerless in the face of great evil.
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