Millennials buy the exact same stuff as the previous generations, but less of it.
Me at 20: Everything costs too much. Older generations: Well, stop buying so much stuff! Me: Okay. Older generations, ten years later: No wait, we fucked up.
FTFA:
Average real labor earnings for male household heads working full time
were 18% and 27% higher for Gen Xers and baby boomers when they were
young compared with millennials, the study found. For young women, the
difference was smaller — 12% for Gen Xers and 24% for boomers
20-30% higher full-time wages for men. 15-25% higher full-time wages for women. And that is just wages. That was a time when “full-time” was shorter, overtime was expected, benefits(dental, medical, optical, retirement, sick leave, etc) were common, and full-time employment was the rule, rather than the exception, so compensation was actually higher, and for less(though more reliable) work.
And it’s important to note none of this is new or surprising for economics or the financial industry, though to have the fed recognizing it is a welcome change(and probably due to some younger, non-Chicago School econs gaining positions of importance in the Reserve’s hierarchy): setting aside sensible Keynesian economists like Krugman, Baker, and Galbraith who predicted this impact back in 2006-7, Goldman-Sachs was advising corporate clients to shift to an upper-class-centric business model years before the GFC(which they knew was coming, considering they were both inflating the value of CDOs and betting against them). If you’ve ever wondered why Walmart started opening up “boutique” stores aimed at richer patrons around that time, this is why.
Women are constantly and specifically trained out of noticing or responding to their bodily discomfort, particularly if they want to be sexually “viable.” Have you looked at how women are “supposed” to present themselves as sexually attractive? High heels? Trainers? Spanx? These are things designed to wrench bodies. Men can be appealing in comfy clothes. They walk in shoes that don’t shorten their Achilles tendons. They don’t need to get the hair ripped off their genitals or take needles to the face to be perceived as “conventionally” attractive. They can — just as women can — opt out of all this, but the baseline expectations are simply different, and it’s ludicrous to pretend they aren’t.
The old implied social bargain between women and men (which Andrew Sullivancalls “natural”) is that one side will endure a great deal of discomfort and pain for the other’s pleasure and delight. And we’ve all agreed to act like that’s normal, and just how the world works….
Women are supposed to perform comfort and pleasure they do not feel under conditions that make genuine comfort almost impossible. Next time you see a woman breezily laughing in a complicated and revealing gown that requires her not to eat or drink for hours, know a) that you are witnessing the work of a consummate illusionist acting her heart out and b) that you have been trained to see that extraordinary, Oscar-worthy performance as merely routine.Now think about how that training might filter down to sexual contexts….
One side effect of teaching one gender to outsource its pleasure to a third party (and endure a lot of discomfort in the process) is that they’re going to be poor analysts of their own discomfort, which they have been persistently taught to ignore.
A wonderful piece about fandom history, friendships, and legacies.
Dee called AO3 a “candy store,” and said the fan art she has seen, in particular, has been overwhelming. “I cannot get over the art,” she said. “We would have jumped at this. I would’ve given my right tit for all this art when I was in my twenties. Because you couldn’t reproduce it, you couldn’t send it out, but [now] there’s this fabulous art coming out every single day.”
Yes. Yes. Yes. This is how it happened. Excellent article.
Thanks to the author for permission to share this here, and for being
just a really nice human being, and big thanks to the artist who did my
mom’s portrait, above. -Zachary
He hugged teammate Andre Burakovsky’s father, then
Nicklas Backstrom’s family and then Dmitry Orlov’s wife, Varvara, who
finally told him his own loved ones were on their way. At the sight of
his crying, pregnant wife Nastya, Ovechkin rushed over to kiss her and
then hug his in-laws. An NHL official asked Ovechkin if he was ready to
leave the ice and hold a news conference as the Conn Smythe Trophy
winner, the postseason’s most valuable player. But Ovechkin was still looking for his brother in the mayhem on the ice. He wanted to take a picture.
…Finally ready to leave the T-Mobile Arena ice, Ovechkin kicked off his
skates and tossed on teammate Evgeny Kuznetsov’s slippers before sitting
down at a table on a raised stage. The Stanley Cup was to his right.
After fulfilling his media obligations, Ovechkin
handed Tom Wilson the Stanley Cup, players eager to snap photos beside
it. Ovechkin then made his rounds, the picture of a captain who wanted
to acknowledge everyone who played a part. He hugged forward T.J. Oshie
while he was holding his daughter, Lyla, Ovechkin pressing both of them
against his broad chest. He nearly slipped as he embraced Devante
Smith-Pelly and then his family. At the sight of Greg Holtby, father of
goaltender Braden, Ovechkin wrapped both arms around him and lifted him
off the ice.
“I can’t wait to see my mom and kiss her,” he said. “I can’t wait to call my dad and say, ‘We did it.’”
He
was mindful to acknowledge past teammates who had moved into
front-office roles with the organization, passing the Stanley Cup to
Olie Kolzig, the great Capitals goaltender who had been lost in the
Stanley Cup finals in 1998. After taking the trophy to pose with a
friend’s son on the ice, Ovechkin handed it to forward Alex Chiasson, a
healthy scratch for the entire final series. “Take it,” Ovechkin told
him. “It’s yours.”
Ovechkin watched as every
team scout lifted the Stanley Cup. He then ushered everyone into the
locker room while he waited on the ice, wanting to be the last one to
arrive – along with the team’s new prize – for the champagne-soaked
celebration.
This entire article will destroy you with how much Alex Ovechkin loves his family and team, but the only bit of info that was truly a surprise to me was that Ovi once ate three cantaloupes at a
fan event when
White Evangelical Christians opposed desegregation tooth and nail. Where pressed, they made cheap, cosmetic compromises, like Billy Graham’s concession to allow black worshipers at his crusades. Graham never made any difficult statements on race, never appeared on stage with his “black friend” Martin Luther King after 1957, and he never marched with King. When King delivered his “I Have a Dream Speech,” Graham responded with this passive-aggressive gem of Southern theology, “Only when Christ comes again will the little white children of Alabama walk hand in hand with little black children.” For white Southern evangelicals, justice and compassion belong only to the dead.
“What today we call “evangelical Christianity,” is the product of centuries of conditioning, in which religious practices were adapted to nurture a slave economy. The calloused insensitivity of modern white evangelicals was shaped by the economic and cultural priorities that forged their theology over centuries.“
A thoughtful discussion of writing and translation that articulates some of the joy (and challenge and struggle) in finding the right word to express meaning. As much about writing and how a story is told as about translating the Odyssey and the culture of classical studies.
Tell me about a complicated man.
Muse, tell me how he wandered and was lost
when he had wrecked the holy town of Troy,
and where he went, and who he met, the pain
he suffered in the storms at sea, and how
he worked to save his life and bring his men
back home. He failed to keep them safe; poor fools,
scientists, seeing dudes learn how to make actual friends: ah fuck how are they gonna use women for emotional labor now
this made me cackle
Every day I find a new reason to thank god I wasn’t born straight
Because the thought of being a straight woman is literally the single worst thing I can imagine
Some quotes from Dr. Stefan Robinson in the article:
“These
heterosexual millennial men cherish their close male friends, so much
so that they may even provide a challenge to the orthodoxy of
traditional heterosexual relationships,” said Dr Robinson.
“Given that young men are now experiencing a delayed onset of
adulthood, and an extended period of adolescence, men may choose to
cohabit as a functional relationship in the modern era.
“Because heterosexual sex is now achievable without the need for
romantic commitment, the bromance could increasingly become recognized
as a genuine lifestyle relationship, whereby two heterosexual men can
live together and experience all the benefits of a traditional
heterosexual relationship.”
Look; I don’t want to alarm anyone, but I Suspect that perhaps this man might have an ideological agenda(!), independent of his study(:O SHOCKING, I KNOW!!), which may have, in a small way, influenced his conclusions 😐
This is a good article, and the art is from the author’s book cover, but I have to say, this makes it look like the “ideal” queer happy ending is riding off into the sunset on some kind of dinosaur and I am absolutely 1000% behind this.
Give your queer characters dinosaurs 2017.
i haven’t even read the article yet but i’m already reblogging because this made me imagine seebs and me having a picnic on a brontosaur’s back as it meanders gently westward and i am still smiling
It seems half the people I meet are “working on a book.” I met one at the supermarket this week. He wanted to tell me about struggling with his opus—at great length. I tried to be polite, but as my bourbon-caramel gelato began to melt, I suggested he join the Nightwriters in San Luis Obispo—an excellent group for writers at all levels. (And you still have time to enter their annual writing contest, The Golden Quill Awards. More info in Opportunity Alerts.)
“Oh no,” supermarket man said. “I’ll never show my book to anybody. They might steal my ideas. They can read it when it’s published.”
And I got a couple of messages this week from writers who had the same reason for not sharing work. They’ve been told to blog, but fear people will, yup, “steal their ideas.”
These are people writing in a vacuum. They don’t realize that ideas are everywhere, and most writers have more than they can use in a lifetime. These wannabes also don’t know creative writing needs to be read by dozens of critiquers, beta readers, and editors before it’s ready for publication. […]
just moving along like everyone else 