Thursday, 18 October 2012

Everyone in America is middle class ?

One of the more interesting phenomena relating to the US Presidential campaign, is the almost constant daily reference to how to protect the ‘middle class’. An alien from another planet would not be wrong to think that everyone in America lives in gated communities, with large houses and obligatory swimming pool. As an outsider and as someone who grew up in Europe and now living in Canada, it seems almost incredulous that there is no audible mention of ‘working classes’ and with only occasional passing reference to billionaires and welfare recipients. Which is all the more surprising considering since Republican candidate Romney in that now infamous video made explicit reference to 47% of the US electorate being victims and creatures that could be written off immediately as total losers. 

I would put forward the view that to use the term working class in the US electoral race would a) concede that the American Dream has left the majority of the population economically disenfranchised and b) provides a ‘subversive’ class dimension to domestic politics which none of the 2 major parties want to entertain. To my ignoramus view from north of the border, it seems almost as if anyone who has a white collar / office job is labelled middle class. Back in the UK, I always had a visual pyramid view of the social class set up, with narrower/fewer people as you go up from working > middle > upper etc. There are also social, behavioural and cultural attributes which define 'class'.

I recognize that class labels are at best fluid and constantly changing, but I think I'm missing something with respect to the US scene. 

Thursday, 11 October 2012

Turning Pages....

I still can’t bring myself into buying an e-reader. Trust me I’ve tried. I’ve played around endlessly with demo models in tech stores – some were dead on arrival (no power), others would blink/flash annoyingly as the page turned, whilst others would almost sullenly respond in resentment to me having woken them from a deep slumber.

There is still something intimate and personal about picking up a paper book, holding it in your hands and turning the pages for yourself. The books on my bookshelf all vary in size, font, cover artwork – some are yellowing from age and others still have to be broken in. Some have been re-read, borrowed and re-borrowed, whilst others may have only been touched once.  Some have travelled to exotic beaches  and others have been used to pass time on a train. Sometimes the ownership history of a book is more telling than the contents inside, and maybe that’s what I don’t want to lose.....

Thursday, 20 September 2012

Am back !

After a 2 year hiatus, I am back in the world of the blogosphere. I find it hard to comprehend that this blog has been in existence for around 8 years. A lot has happened in that time, and it's interesting to note some of my earlier writings reflect a different persona - which is not necessarily a judgment call - but which reflects changes that can come through time. Some older posts I have deleted as they no longer resonate with the person I am today and would represent a block to breaking free from previous mental constructs I had created for myself.