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    12 Mar 2010

    “The recession has hit hardest the most macho trades, such as building and manufacturing. Two-thirds of jobs destroyed since it began belonged to blue-collar men… Those who can no longer provide for their families feel emasculated. Those who still have jobs fear losing them… ‘I don’t like the way they’re giving away all that money,’ says Steve Roberts, a welder in Arkansas. ‘I think you should work for your money.’”
    — from the Lexington article “Angry White Men” in the Economist (3-6). Seems that blue-collar men are both stuck and complicit in their stuckness. It’s telling that the guy with a job says ‘I think you should work for your money,’ despite the obvious fact that similar work is disappearing around the country. In addition to being an opportunity for women to take over a greater share of the workforce and subvert traditionally masculine “provider” roles, the recession is also an opportunity for employed, macho men to boost their own social prestige vis-a-vis their newly unemployed, emasculated counterparts. Men are not uniformly empowered, the recession shows again. 

    11 Mar 2010

    Whose Blood Is Thicker Than Salt Water?

    I just got back from a lunch lecture at Harvard titled, “Is Salt Water Thicker Than Blood? Allah’s Bonbibi and the Making of Kin in Deltaic Bengal.” The presenter shared fascinating information from over a decade of studying fishing communities in the Sundarbans, the huge tidal forest at the mouth of the Ganges and Brahmaputra rivers.

    Residents of the Sundarbans, it seems, have formed “elected kinship” relationships with fellow members of their social class, regardless of religion or profession but based on a shared subaltern (read other-than-some-real-or-perceived-outside-elite-class) identity. The most fascinating bit: this extended kinship includes the man-eating tigers in the region.

    Thus families extend themselves ritually, knowing that extended social networks are critical in times of crisis. This extension even welcomes tigers, whom the residents call, “our tigers” or “our big cats,” not wanting to summon them by pronouncing their name.

    Interesting, but incomplete. I asked her a couple of the obvious gender analytical questions behind this phenomenon and she had dismissive anecdotal answers at best. I was frustrated, but not surprised, that in her decade-plus of intensive research she never wondered:

    • What family role does the tiger assume? Is it male or female, young or old, by blood or in-law?
    • Who proposes and negotiates for new elected kinship relationships? Men? Women? Children? (All along she said “people” or “fishers”, to which I asked, “When you say ‘people,’ do you mean ‘men’?”)
    • Whose interest does the extending of kinship relationships serve? Women’s? Men’s? Particular agrarian communities (fishers, gatherers, cultivators)?

    Dear readers, please take note any time the actions and motivations of men are tantamount to “social trends” worthy of academic papers while the actions and motivations of women are only tossed around as quaint anecdotes.

    11 Mar 2010

    “We find that the Congolese woman is living in a prolonged terror and is a victim of violence in many forms, that is why we urge all men to mark the day when women present their claims to fairness, observe a day of reflection, meditation and Prayers for our daughters, sisters, mothers and wives who continue to suffer the most shameful abuse and cruelty that had ever known to humankind.”
    — Newly-formed “Congo Men’s Network” on the occasion of International Women’s Day 2010 (March 10). Thanks to Steven Botkin of Men’s Resources International for sharing. Read the entire press release here. The gaffes in grammar are just testament to the group’s sincerity, in my view. A great development.

    10 Mar 2010

    Manhood and Rock & Roll

    My blender, my bicycle and my guitar all held on just long enough for me to get a job. Almost the instant that I received a job offer earlier this week, all three broke. The blender launched broken plastic across the kitchen, the bicycle’s pedal shaft snapped, and the guitar sprouted a brutal crack below the bridge. But thanks to the precious sliver of manhood I gained thanks to this job and its concomitant salary and benefits, I could now, of course, afford to fix these items. Or at least to provide myself with new ones. Like a man.

    It was exhilarating, the male rites opening up before me now that I had secured employment and income for myself. Suddenly provision, protection, fatherhood, and even marriage all seemed infinitely more doable. My dad even bestowed on me some long-withheld approval, assuring me that I had now (by becoming fully economically independent) adequately thanked him for his fatherly sacrifices over the last 27 years.

    Man, it was good to be (almost) a man. Good enough to celebrate with a rock and roll show. Good enough to treat myself to Jet at the Paradise Lounge last night, and maybe even a beer while I was at it. I loved Jet back in 2005 or so. I still know most of the words to their album “Get Born,” a piece of loud pop near-perfection, and I thought that shouting them along with the crowd might acknowledge the passing of boyhood in some superficial but visceral way.

    But god damn it. The minute Nic Cester walked on the stage, leered at the screaming crowd and held his cherry red Gibson ES-335 over the adoring fingers in the front row, I knew that I had got it all wrong. Here was a man leading men onstage. This man had the dream job, the scream-your-songs-and-be-applauded job, not to mention the power to sculpt mass adrenaline. The power was majestic, and the digger thrived in it.

    Duly humbled, I still had a great time. I could tell that the band members still loved what they did, worked hard at it, and had authentic fun on stage. In honor of Boston they even played a lick of Dirty Water in the encore. It was perfect. Perfect because it was such a characteristically manly way to celebrate, and perfect because it so characteristically reminded me that even among men, there is a man.

    10 Mar 2010

    This is by far my favorite video from the summer in India, but somehow on Vimeo it always gets hidden at the bottom. I wanted to draw it into sharper focus here.

    10 Mar 2010

    Forget “jacking in” a la Neuromancer, now scientists say we will surf the net with nothing but our thoughts. Time will tell, but a lot of the component technological pieces seem to exist already. In other words, hold off on the new desktop computer, people.