today i had a man tell me, in all earnest, that i obviously wasn’t very good at my classical studies degree because zeus only had one son, hercules – his source was the disney movie hercules
#it would be easier to list the sons zeus does not have
Look — does it never occur to you that you can be a thoroughly responsible person who plans and executed a sensible and productive life and still get hit with bad luck? A car hits you, or you’re diagnosed with an expensive cancer or chronic disease. And you think you’re covered, because people like you are covered for this shit, right, but nope, you get caught in some shitty insurance company escape clause and there you are: screwed. Or: all your sensible planning is upended out of nowhere by a seismic shift in the business or regulation or tax or technology landscape, or a war, or a natural disaster, and yes the same insurance bullshit applies there. (You can also of course be *born* with a disability or expensive medical condition, or get hit at two or nine or thirteen or nineteen, and just when exactly are you supposed to have exercised your native virtuous responsibility and organized yourself a proper adult life with the kind of cash flow and reserves and insurance that would in theory make that kind of disaster weatherable? Except that it wouldn’t, because turns out you can’t trust private insurance companies to honor *their* responsibilities, they’re here for profit just like the rest of us and will use their corporate clout to drop your responsible virtuous ass like a hot potato?)
Many people who have good jobs and enough money and functional lives seem to have this incredible sense of invulnerability where they believe they’ll always be among the haves because just world + Calvinist virtue, and I’m sorry, but bullshit. Bad things happen to good people all the fucking time. The reason these people see a social safety net as incompatible with responsibility is that they have this bone-deep conviction that the whole reason they’re doing well is their personal excellence and upstanding ways, so clearly it’s not possible that they’ll ever be the one who needs the safety net; they’ve put in their time credentialing, work hard, have savings and insurance, are paying down their mortgages, obviously they’ll be fine, good productive middle-class people don’t need handouts from the govmint.
Chances are they’re right and it’ll all go fine for them. But if not, my own preference is for the rich, putatively decent, putatively First World country that they live in to have put a motherfucking safety net in place under them and their families, so they don’t end up broke in the streets or dying for want of what should be affordable treatment (let’s leave designer cancer drugs at 250K per patient-year to a separate argument, I’m talking necessary chronic treatments costing much less than that. Insulin should be available, okay. For free, if you need it and can’t pay. I will die on that hill.)
I talk about “safety nets” and not “welfare” because the beneficiary is everybody. Me. You. It’s literally for myself that I worry, not just for all the people who’ve already been hit by the bad luck lotto in one way or another. I’m not in my teens or twenties any more, I’m generally privileged but also have a nonzero number of structural disadvantage points, I do not share this delusion of invulnerability and I do not trust my entitlement or privilege further than I can throw it. We’re all human and we’re all at risk (barring the super-rich, by which I mean those with high enough investment income not to ever have to depend on a paycheck again even if expensive catastrophe) and tbqfh I Don’t Know How to Explain to You That You Should Care About Other People.
I love anaisnein’s answer and I don’t want to detract from that at all, but I just need to respond to this, because the original question just makes no sense to me.
Safety nets and responsibility being incompatible? I’d rather ask how are safety nets and responsibility not two sides of the same coin?
Let’s forget all about the figurative meanings of “safety net” and go back to the literal one. Where are safety nets most often seen? Underneath people who are performing high above ground. Tightrope walkers. Trapeze artists.
How are they anything BUT responsible for using a safety net? Wouldn’t it be the height of irresponsibility to forego it?
If I see a tight rope walker performing up high without a safety net I walk away. Or I turn off the TV. I don’t want to see somebody being THAT stupid – THAT irresponsible.
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Put the figurative meaning back into the phrase, and I actually don’t view it any differently. Having a safety net in place doesn’t mean that you never take chances, or that you expect others to catch you. It just means that you’re sensible about it, and that you take responsibility for your actions by providing yourself with a safe place to land – in case you need it.
the above is exactly what I meant, and perfectly illuminates why it doesn’t make any sense to see “safety net” and “responsibility” as binary opposed/incompatible approaches to risk.
Annabelle Narey hired a London construction firm called BuildTeam to do
some work, which she found very unsatisfactory (she blames them for a
potentially lethal roof collapse in a bedroom); so she did what many of
us do when we’re unhappy with a business: she wrote an online complaint,
and it was joined by other people who said that they had hired
BuildTeam and been unhappy with the work.
She posted her complaint to Mumsnet, the hugely popular, woman-centric
site. BuildTeam claimed that Narey’s message contained 11 different
libels, which she disputes. After a long wrangle (Narey says BuildTeam
sent staffers to her home to wave printouts of the complaint at her and
request that she remove it), Mumsnet and Narey declined to take the
complaint down.
But it’s disappeared anyway: in April (three years after Narey’s post), a
mysterious content-farm posted a copy of Narey’s post, then filed a
complaint with Google saying that Narey’s post infringed its copyright.
Google delisted the entire thread, making it invisible to potential
BuildTeam customers.
The duplicate post on the content-farm was signed by “Douglas Bush” of
South Bend, Indiana, but the site is registered to Muhammed Ashraf of
Faisalabad, Pakistan.
Mumsnet, anxious not to lose their Google rank, deleted Narey’s post.
BuildTeam says that they are just as mystified as anyone about this
mysterious American-Pakistani website that had such a tactically useful
complaint about its services to Londoners, which just happened to solve a
reputation problem that BuildTeam had struggled with for three years.
This kind of copyfraud is about to get a lot worse: The EU is poised to mandate copyright filters for all online media. Under this scheme, the Muhammed Ashrafs of the world could ensure that certain blocks of text never showed up on any website or service, by pre-emptively registering the copyright in them.
Which is bad enough when it’s copyfraud being committed by sleazy offshore reputation-launderers, but the political uses are much
scarier: how many times has an election turned on a critical piece of
media being released to the public a few days before the polls, and
going viral? Under the EU’s Article 13 proposal, politicians could avoid
this fatal embarrassment by wielding the EU’s omnipotent cyberweapon to pre-emptively censor any potential disclosure.
MEPs will go to a key vote on Article 13 on July 5. Save Your Internet
has everything you need to contact them and tell them to protect our
public discourse from criminals, fraudsters, political opportunists and
trolls.
Glitch that I haven’t seen with the Android app before.
For the dashboard, it decided to display 2 or 3 very repetitive ads in a row, then one slot of blog recommendations. Rinse, repeat.
Everything else I tried was behaving normally but the dash. Server problems anyway? Trying to refresh didn’t help, but restarting the app did. So guessing maybe not. ¯_(ツ)_/¯
Mostly even posting because I thought other people should behold the joy of endless BA and Yahoo ads.
Because sometimes what you need most is to watch a baby armadillo named Spock, yes, Spock (look at those wee Vulcan ears!), lapping up milk from a teeny-tiny bowl at Zoo Wroclaw in Poland:
After Spock’s mom, Hermonia, showed no interest in her newborn pup, zookeepers jumped in to raise him by hand. It took the keepers a little while to successfully get Spock to nurse because he wouldn’t drink from a bottle or an eyedropper. This tiny red bowl, however, turned out to be just right. By the time Spock reached 6 weeks old, he’d already tripled his weight.
Head over to ZooBorns to learn more about Southern Three-banded Armadillos and Spock the armadillo pup.
Glitch that I haven’t seen with the Android app before.
For the dashboard, it decided to display 2 or 3 very repetitive ads in a row, then one slot of blog recommendations. Rinse, repeat.
Everything else I tried was behaving normally but the dash. Server problems anyway? Trying to refresh didn’t help, but restarting the app did. So guessing maybe not. ¯_(ツ)_/¯
Mostly even posting because I thought other people should behold the joy of endless BA and Yahoo ads.
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