Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Piscina Podium - Trouble with Men

The Trouble with Our Men

I have done some study in gender sociology, my major essay of which argued for the loss by both male and female under patriarchy (aka Dorothy Dinnerstein), and youth suicide and masculinity issues research. So you can be assured that what follows is not generated by any misanthropy.

Once upon a time, but not that long ago, our civilization periodically culled testosterone levels with a nice little war and packed its excess women off to the nunneries. This was a rather brutal but very practical way of maintaining social peace and population balance. We know that testosterone is a wonderful but sometimes troublesome hormone, present in varying, relative degrees in both male and female. It is necessary for its production of physical strength, vitality and assertiveness but Janus-faced, it is also more vulnerable to chromosomal insult that produces defective personality types such as ‘fragile X’ sociopaths. Disorders on the AspBerger’s-Autism and ADD-ADHD spectrums are also more common amongst males, but not exclusive to them. Violence and aggression are the more troublesome characteristics of testosterone, useful when disciplined and targeted positively but dangerous and destructive when controlled by evil agendas or combined with personality disorders. Civilisations have harnessed the force of this dynamic hormone for enforcing civil order, adventuring and military conquest. Its positive face has given us men of great genius and achievement, its negative, the horrors of war. It was only in the mechanised carnage of the 20th Century that war became sufficiently monstrous to give us pause from a long warrior history that exulted in battle. Testosterone and its danger to social peace have long been known, and H G Wells rather brutally observed that society needs a good war every now and then, just to cull its presence.

Our civilisation has seen a confluence of factors impacting on the male of our species in greater, more troublesome ways than perhaps ever before. The complex problems emergent from these factors appear to have only become exacerbated in Gens ‘X’ and ‘Y’ males and, after a variety of personal and proxy experiences combined with ongoing interest in cultural and current affairs, I have come to the conclusion that our civilisation faces a looming tsunami of problem males in the coming decades. The most basic assaults on human males over the past three generations is agribusiness’ practice of female hormone additives in the food supply, with as yet unknown outcomes on the male of our species (and other species for that matter). To this is added indiscriminate use of heavy metals in pesticides and herbicides, which are now indicated in neural disorders such as Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s Disease, and in vaccination serum, controversially associated with Autism. The effects of such pollutants on other neurally based behavioural conditions are yet to be confirmed, but since we know the male embryo is generally more vulnerable to in-utero insult, the potential for a higher than normal range of male dysfunction cannot be discounted. Add to this diminishing breastfeeding, an organic filter that once shielded the neonate and infant from environmental contamination.

Then there are a variety of cultural factors that have placed additional stressors on the intimate and socio-economic male roles. In particular the advance of feminism, in which women gained cultural territory by encroachments on formerly exclusively male precincts but few acceptable new avenues have opened for males. Witness the short-lived, much derogated, SNAG and Metrosexual and the poor males who did their best to adjust to these new regimens but just ended up being pilloried. Cultural mores have also shifted to counter and disparage previously acceptable forms of male aggression without offering a sufficient variety of alternative outlets; the Brad Pitt film, Fight Club, an important exposition of the distortions resultant from these repressions. Compounding these diverse influences are an education system that enforces a uni-sex curriculum with little recognition of unique male biological and psychological needs, the protracted adolescence of a Peter Pan syndrome now extended well into the thirties, the explosion of virtual technology encouraging perceptions of action without consequence, and the ubiquitous use of neurologically damaging hydroponic cannabis and ‘party drugs’. Combined, these cultural and biological phenomena have added to the normal risk factors of being male by a factor of ten, perhaps more.

Of course, every human alive is a descendant of survivors and there will always be a greater proportion of robust males, either resilient enough to overcome the damage of whatever cocktail of insults the environment throws at them or sufficiently fortunate to grow whole and sound in a protected environment. However, it has been my observation that there is a growing number of dysfunctional males with varying types of psychological disorders of various degrees of significance who are now approaching or in their thirties without having developed a solid intimate relationship or found satisfying work that facilitates the development of mature capacities and responsibilities. Many of these men are vulnerable to further damage, both physically and psychologically, due to poor dietary and behavioural patterns, and so are liable to greater disintegration with concomitant poor health outcomes. These men not only do damage to themselves and the women they engage with but, if they comprise the numbers I suspect, are likely to present a serious risk factor and cost to our society in the not so distant future.

I don’t have an answer to this perceived concern of mine, and am not proposing H G Wells’ solution, but I do think its something that requires more attention, both for those males now heading into a bleak Never-Ever-land and for the vulnerable males to come.

Piscina Podium - Baby Boomer Techno Overload

Baby Boomer Techno-Overload

Rant written 11/07 but still relevant

No one could accuse Moi of being an unadventurous spirit! As a precociously mature nubile this long-legged Aussie filly beat ‘The Shrimp’ to the mini-skirt by years, in equally inappropriate if not equally public settings – my short skirts got me fired more often than photographed. As a proto-intellectual, I railed against the cultural tragedy of the creative human soul in slavery to the brain-deadening tedium of one lifelong job; dreamed a time when we explored our boundless capacities, might be as Karl Marx had prophesised: “A poet in the morning, a hunter at night.” An organic feminist, I declared never-ever would I wait patiently for the husband to wend his way homewards; indeed, to me ‘stand by your man’ meant at the bar as much as the kitchen.

This youthful courage precipitated enterprises and career changes, from clothing as Art and theatrical costume design to commercial fashion, then academe and, inevitably, the brave new digital world. Writing essays in the early 90s, ‘cut’n’paste’ still meant scissors’n’glue,’ then with the strained mercies of fellow students in the computer room, I taught myself computing. Early on the tragic face of a student who had lost their entire thesis in an IT crash imprinted itself, inducing pathological back-ups, so I have survived the occasional virus depredation unscathed. I’ve learned those IT protocols necessary to function in the academic market place, even considered myself fairly techno-savvy, until recent techno-overload regressed me to the ‘terrible twos.’

Although the Boomers invented the IT industry, later generations have grown up with it and appear more receptive to its intricacies. In a few short weeks I’ve purchased a pretty new laptop, a mobile phone and a camera, which have drained my reserves of patience with techno-teleology. Having personal confirmation of the empirical link between stress and pain, and being pain-aversive, I’ve been chanting the Boomer’s mantra, ‘chill baby,’ ad nauseum. I am now resorting to the writer’s familiar debriefing strategy of appealing to shared suffering – there must be others out there! Cannot tell you what it would do, to think I was the only person experiencing these vexations.

First the laptop. When it was still singular, one of my supervisors used to swan into the seminar, slipping this sublime techno-cultural artefact onto the table with such insouciance that I was positively green with envy. Finally, that long-desired beauty is mine! Of course, I did buy it for its famed graphics capacities … but I’m also a sucker for a pretty face. After all, I reasoned, starting career number three as a professional writer means this is a purchase for life. So I diligently read the manual – a first for me and a dampener on romantic notions. How does that saying go? ‘Don’t wish too hard … for it might happen’?

There is a certain type of rage that only computers can elicit in the otherwise emotionally mature user, though road rage comes close, perhaps. If manufacturers insist on continuing to rush immature technology onto the market then use upgrades as a milch cow, I recommend supplying each purchaser with a Bobo doll on which to vent frustrations. My techno-honeymoon consisted of travel to an inconveniently situated service centre where disdainful personnel didn’t fix the problem; endless hours on the help line, erasing/reinstalling software then the operating system (OS); program idiosyncrasies only aficionados can interpret – thankful I’d taken a jocular tone with those help line lads. There’s a new OS version that smooths at least some of these glitches, released mere weeks after the damned thing was bought but, of course, it’ll cost more. How quickly lust elicited by mere appearances fades in the glare of malfunction and malfeasance! Another weekend, or two, studying the manual and we may be compatible.

Then there’s the mobile phone. Just how did these telcos manage to achieve such an unregulated market for an essential service? Oh yes, that hoary old free market maxim, ‘greed is the best R&D driver.’ More like a licence to confuse and capture the uninformed consumer, trap them into ‘deals’ before a competitor can. But just how do we become ‘informed’ when the flim flam principle is universal? I mean, just how much time do we have for gathering this information anyway? And how do you know what you’re being told is truthful? Welcome to the Shark Pond!

I’ve been known to envision precocious technology, so when enquiries met the assertion that broadband for a laptop bundled with a mobile phone service was still a long way off, I signed away my freedom to choose for the next two years with our national server. I’d avoided these detestable contracts, but prepaid is extortionate and at least we still own a tad of this telco. One week later, an international interloper advertised what I’d been told didn’t exist. I simply cannot believe the salesman was ignorant of its advent. Remonstrations with the telco to which I’d signed my life away met with amazement at my naiveté. Caveat emptor, ‘cop it sweet’ they declared! I now have to study the phone manual. Another weekend should do it; lucky I’m an academic!

Lastly, the new camera and its tome of a manual; just who writes these bloody things? How many different functions can one itty-bitty piece of machinery produce anyway? I diligently study the manual, only to discover that the all-essential memory card has to be purchased separately, at around one third the cost of the camera. So out again; more money! It’s finally all set up, making the right noises, but the carefully set up photos are nowhere to be found and I’m at meltdown. Back to the retailer, salesman presses a few buttons and whammo! There are his photos, but mine are nowhere. Have to read the manual some more, take those photos again. There goes my weekend, again. Once upon a pre-tech time, weekends were spent visiting friends, art galleries, reading papers...

PS. an '09 Telstra nightmare:
Dear Telstra,
I am aware that all large organizations have black holes that an unfortunate customer might fall into. I have fallen into one such hole and am attempting here to obtain some redress for the substantial inconvenience and stress caused to me, and informing you of the problem to avoid it happening in the future. Below please find the litany of inefficiency and poor training evident in the ineffectual support from the many Telstra operatives dealing with this issue.
Welcome to my nightmare:

  • Monday 13.07.09 I lose my prepaid mobile, ring Telstra and am assured that I can have the line blocked and my number – 0417 811 032 – transferred to a new handset. At this stage I love Telstra.
  • Wednesday 15.07.09 at 12.38pm purchase a Samsung E2510 at Chatswood Westfield Telstra - Merchant ID: 21732730; Terminal ID:71895312; Inv/Roc:000308. I explain that my was stolen and the number was blocked until I got a new handset, and ask the salesman to set the new handset up to transfer my number and arrange to have the number unblocked. He puts in a blank SIM card and directs me to a customer phone in the store but the recorded directions do not seem to have the appropriate section and I ask another salesperson to help. She gets through to the right section, deals with the consultant and says my line will be unblocked in 24 hours, if its not to ring 125 111.
  • Thursday 16.07.09 1.30pm its not unblocked. I ring Telstra and am told its not done yet and to wait another 2 hours. Its not and I ring again and this consultant tells me to take the battery and SIM card out, rest the phone for 5 mins. It doesn’t work and I ring back, am transferred and get lost on the line. I ring back, get passed around to more consultants. I’m told it will be unblocked in 24 hours.
  • Friday 17.07.09 the line is still blocked and I take the phone to the Telstra store at Warriewood Centro – the salesman there (Matt) has been helpful in the past – and he spends some time on the case, that he can’t understand it because for all the time I’ve spent on the phone to Telstra nothing has actually been done, but then says it has been sorted and will be unblocked in 24 hours.
  • Saturday 18.07.09 the line is still blocked. I ring Telstra again, spend about 3 hours on the phone, back and forth with various consultants, ringing back a number of times until I am told it is fixed and will be working in 24 hours.
  • Sunday 19.07.09 its not!
  • Monday 20.07.09 I take the phone back to Telstra Warriewood, leave it with them, go away for a couple of hours, come back, but its not fixed so I leave the phone with them to sort it out.
  • Tuesday 21.07.09 ring Warriewood Telstra, am told he’s been going around in circles and there’s nothing more he can do. I need to ring Telstra again and try to speak to one of the ‘really smart guys upstairs’
  • Wednesday 22.07.09 I ring Telstra 3 times, spend 2 hours being put on hold and ‘lost’ before I get on to one of these ‘smart guys’ who puts directions of what needs to be done on my account. I ring the Telstra Warriewood and am told the store is a franchise and he doesn’t have the authority to do any more to help me.
  • Thursday 23.07.09 I go to the Telstra store at Warringah Mall and the tech help man, Dave, spends some time on the issue. He says the original salesman did not set up the blank SIM card to transfer my number, but that has now been done and it should be working in a few hours.
  • Thursday 3 hours later, the line is still not unblocked. I ring Telstra again, after explaining the problem again, I get put through to some ‘diagnostic expert’ who tries a few things, says when he phones my number it is still giving a recorded message saying the line is restricted. He thinks the SIM card may be faulty and will organise for a new card to be sent and will now put me through to the ‘sales and billing’ department, it will only cost about $30. I say he can’t be serious, that Telstra has supplied me with a faulty card and expects me to pay for a replacement, and after consuming more than 20 hours of my precious time? He says, well, no, perhaps they might just give it to me. I ask if it is possible for him to put this in writing on my account, and arrange with the Warriewood Telstra store for me to go in there tomorrow and replace the SIM card, and Telstra can send it to them, so they are not out of pocket any more than they are already. He says no, he can’t because Telstra consultants are not allowed to make contact with Telstra stores. He says he will transfer me to the SIM card department, puts me on hold. After about 15 minutes on hold I’m back at the introductory automated voice again, thence to a Telstra ‘consultant’ who says how really-really sorry they are for the inconvenience, and will transfer me to the right department, and after another 10 minutes on hold I end up back at the introductory automated voice again!
  • Well, its back to the Warringah Mall store for me tomorrow, again!
  • There was some young tech-head at the counter, I said, "This all Has to End Now!" and wadda'ya'know, it did!

This missive was sent to Telstra on their website and has not been responded to. This is why Telstra has such a bad name .Telstra has now consumed at least 24 hours of my precious time, not to mention the emotional energy and mental space taken up with sheer frustration. I’d like to receive an abject apology from Telstra, and some additional credit on my prepaid account as recompense for the time wastage.