A new paper by Martha Stinson and Christopher Wignall found that 9.6% of working-age men were working for their dad in 2010. The likelihood of nepotistic opportunism was related to class, generally climbing with the father’s income.
This is just a “snapshot,” writes Matt O’Brien for The Washington Post. It’s just one year. If we consider whether men have ever worked for their dads, the numbers get much higher. More than a quarter of men spend at least some time working for the same company as their fathers before their 30th birthday. O’Brien also cites a study by economist Miles Corak revealing that 70% of sons of the 1% in Canada have worked at the same place as their dad.
As O’Brien says: “The easiest way to get your foot in the door is for your dad to hold it open for you.”Lisa Wade is a professor of sociology at Occidental College and the co-author of Gender: Ideas, Interactions, Institutions. You can follow her on Twitter and Facebook.
2007 was the first year I watched Dancing With The Stars. Well, I say watched but really I just downloaded Joey and Kym's dances. Early 2007 was pretty all round miserable. Work was epicly shit, thamiris died. Joey being a splendid showman and fabulous dancer was the bright spot of every week. Of course, when Lance did it the following year, in 2008, I had to d/l his dances as well.
I pretty much forgot about the show after that until I heard that Amber Riley was competing in 17. What a splendid season. What a star! And since then, I've been glued. Last year was exceptionally rewarding because I was deeply in love with Meryl, OMG. This year has delicious, delightful Janel Parrish who is perfect in every way and doing a super job.
Anyone else want to boggle at the differences between US DWTS and Strictly Come Dancing?
Which zombie movie should we watch tonight?
Dawn of the Dead (1978, obv)
Don't watch a zombie movie! Zombie movies are the worst!
I have no opinion, but I love completing polls
As the questions rolled by about how I, in my role, deal with various aspects of trauma as experienced by those I serve, I began thinking about a young man I met in an abuse prevention class about a year ago. Even though it's a long time since, I remember him, everything about him, and everything about the encounter.
We were well into the class when he stated that there was all different kinds of abuse. He asserted that he'd never been hit, that he'd never be touched when he didn't want to be touched. But, he said, when his mom told him that she wished she had aborted him, or, now that it was OK to do, killed him when he was younger, that was abuse too. The whole class stopped. He began crying.
This moment was so at odds with who I saw when he came into the training. He looked like a typical twenty year old, wore cool clothes, seemed comfortable in his own skin and flirted outrageously with the girls, who responded with jokes and affection. He was liked. By his peers. He was liked. At a glance, the picture of a young and happy man.
Afterwards, when we talked together, I discovered that he was a young and happy man, who's soul had been battered and bruised. He knows he's not wanted. He knows that his family wishes him dead. He knows these things. "Sometimes, when I'm having fun with my friends, when we're laughing and all, it comes. I go kind of numb and it feels like I'm alone in the dark."
"Why is it OK for parents to kill their kids with disabilities now?" he asked.
"It isn't," I said, and he looked at me as if I just didn't understand the world I lived in. I insisted several times in several ways that "It isn't OK."
We made several agreements. I was allowed to tell his support team that he'd like to have some counselling around suicide and depression. I was allowed to write about this, cause he wanted people to know what it felt like to know, absolutely know, that in another time and another place he would not have been allowed to exist. That his mother would have killed him, that society would have approved.
As I answered the questions in the interview, all I could think about was him. And about how hard it was for me to get on a plane and leave. And about how hard it was to have stood so close to his pain that I could feel it echo in my heart. And about how, sometimes, it all just seems so difficult. I see, increasingly every day, the value of people with intellectual disabilities and yet I see, every day, reports of violence and murder targeted towards them.
And I know it's not OK.
Really, I know it's not OK.
But that doesn' help him.
And it doesn't help me either.
I finished the interview, I was honest about the fact that sometimes the pain of others is difficult to hear and difficult to forget and difficult to move on from. I think I surprised them by saying that having a disability made it harder. I was asked why. All I could think to say was ...
"Because, I know, they'd kill me too."
"Can you explain what you mean by that?"
"That's the problem, I can't."
2. Looks like there's a cold going around my work as we've had a few people call in sick this week. (I really hope I don't get it, since I just had a cold like a month ago!) But thankfully even though we were short a cashier today, we had someone scheduled as a stocker who could also use the register, so she was able to take over and I didn't have to be at the register and could actually get stuff done.
3. I've been playing a lot of video games lately. In addition to the new Mario Kart levels, I've also been playing the remake of DuckTales on the Wii U and Link's Awakening and Professor Layton and the Diabolical Box on the 3DS. They're all a lot of fun! (I'm getting close to the end on both DuckTales and Link's Awakening, though.)
I read Thor Hyerdal’s book on crossing the Pacific Ocean in a bamboo craft, the Kontiki, in which Hyerdal stated that every day at sea he and his crew saw trash floating. I brought this up at a Milford Conference and Ben Bova looked at me pityingly and said, “Katie, do you really think we can pollute the entire ocean? Do you know how big the ocean is?” He didn’t literally pat me on the head, but the avuncular pat was there.
The roast was super-easy. Just rubbed it with olive oil and spices, then put it into a pan in a preheated 450F oven until my probe thermometer said 135F. Pulled it and let it rest a few minutes until it reached a safe 140F before slicing. Very good.
The gravy was also very easy:
1) Slice onions and mushrooms (however many you want) and take out a saute pan that will hold them all -- but it doesn't have to be a saute pan; you can use a big stockpot, even, if you have to
2) Put some butter (anywhere from a tablespoon to several) into the saute pan and heat the pan on medium until the butter melts
3) Add the onions and mushrooms to the butter, and sprinkle a little salt and pepper over the top. If you have it, now's the time to add a teaspoon of garlic granules or a chopped garlic clove.
4) Let them cook on medium, stirring occasionally, until most of the liquid cooks away, then add just enough chicken stock or water or heavy cream to barely cover, and let it come back to the simmer. If you used chicken stock or water, you'll have to do step 5. If heavy cream, just continue to heat until it thickens a bit and you're done.
5) In a little bowl, mix a tablespoon or two of cornstarch with a tablespoon or two of cold water. Add to the simmering gravy and stir constantly until it returns to the boil. As thick as it is now is as thick as it will be, so if you need to do it again (to make it thicker) or add water/stock (to make it thinner), do that now.
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News broke in Ireland over the summer that an immigrant woman who had previously been denied an abortion was subjected to a forced Cesarean section at just 26 weeks after her pregnancy became unstable as a result of a hunger strike. The case, and the anonymous patient, have revived the fiery debate over abortion rights in Ireland, but it also touches upon immigration rights and the global fight for reproductive autonomy — lest you think this is an issue limited to conservative Catholic countries, a woman in Florida earlier this summer found herself in a similar position.
Needing a C-section at 26 weeks is any pregnant woman’s worst nightmare, because it usually means that something is going very, very wrong with the pregnancy and the fetus needs to be removed immediately to address a serious health issue. Sometimes the mother has a medical condition that necessitates a swift end to the pregnancy to save her life, and sometimes the fetus develops a medical issue. In either case, a 26-week-old baby is classified as premature, and faces serious risks to survival, although outcomes in premature births are much better than they once were — survival rates are as high as 90% in some regions, but complications can continue to be high. The nightmare scenario gets even worse when it’s a pregnancy you didn’t even want, and someone is compelling you to get a C-section.
In the case of this anonymous patient, she requested an abortion earlier in her pregnancy on the grounds of emotional distress, taking advantage of a new Irish law designed to provide a mechanism for women in need to access abortions. Her request was made at eight weeks, well within the first trimester, citing her suicidal ideation, but the request was denied — and when she went on a hunger strike, authorities took action, and decided to take the fetus by force. Disturbingly, the three-person panel involved in the abortion decision included two doctors who agreed that the procedure was necessary — and one who refused, insisting that the pregnancy be carried to term or until the fetus could be delivered via C-section. Just one man stood between her and her much-needed abortion.
Her immigration status is an important aspect of this case, as Ireland, like other countries in Europe, is facing growing anti-immigrant sentiment and she may have been discriminated against when seeking assistance. Advocates are concerned that her limited grasp of English may have interfered with her ability to understand all the options available, including the possibility of traveling to England for a termination (though she might have faced financial or other limitations that could have made this option difficult). While her identity is currently protected, she could become a symbol of the fight for abortion rights, like Savita Halappanavar, who died after developing sepsis at 17 weeks of pregnancy in 2012 — even when her pregnancy went into crisis, doctors refused to provide an abortion.
In this case, the anonymous patient experienced a double violation at the hands of the Irish government. First, a panel of officials controlled her right to access an abortion, limiting her bodily autonomy by denying her a basic human right. Then, when she went into deep psychological distress — concerns about which had led her to ask for an abortion in the first place — her autonomy was violated again when she was subjected to a surgery she didn’t consent to. (She was offered the choice between ending her hunger strike or receiving the surgery — which is hardly a true choice made of free will.)
She was used as little more than an incubator for a baby, her own humanity thrust aside. Furthermore, the child’s status remains unclear — will officials take the child on the grounds that she’s an unfit mother? Will a relative step up to take custody? How will issues of custody be dealt with, especially given the charged environment of Ireland’s scandalous history of forced adoptions?
While conservatives may claim this as a victory ‘for the life of the child,’ pro-choice advocates are concerned about what this means for pregnant women in Ireland, including those who need abortion services to terminate unwanted pregnancies and miscarriages. More troublingly, though, many people didn’t pay attention to the case at all, because it involved the rights of an immigrant, and immigrants are viewed as second class, with bodily and social rights that are less important and less imperative than those of citizens.
This case is terrifying not just because it was a gross breach of reproductive rights, but because it illustrated the profound contempt many nations have for immigrants. Keeping a woman terrified, confused, and upset to force her to carry a pregnancy is a horrific tactic, yet it’s one that the government clearly thought it could get away with because of her immigration status. Pushing back on this case requires acknowledging that this is an intersectional issue. It’s not just about the fact that a woman was forced to carry her pregnancy not just against her wishes, but against the expressed opinion of a board of medical professionals.
It’s also about the fact that an immigrant, a member of a vulnerable population, was abused and exploited by the Irish government in the name of protecting a baby — just immigrants are abused on a daily basis across the West on the grounds of protecting nations from the apparently terrifying and ominous influence of strangers.
Image: Ireland, Francesca Guadagnini, Flickr