The cultural Left has a vision of an America in which the white patriarchs have stopped voting and have left all the voting to be done by members of previously victimized groups, people who have somehow come into possession of more foresight and imagination than the selfish suburbanites.

These formerly oppressed and newly powerful people are expected to be as angelic as the straight white males were diabolical. If I shared this expectation, I too would want to live under this new dispensation. Since I see no reason to share it. I think that the Left should get back into the business of piecemeal reform within the framework of a market economy.

This was the business the American Left was in during the first two-thirds of the century. We Americans should not take the point of view of a detached cosmopolitan spectator. We should face up to unpleasant truths about ourselves, but we should not take those truths to be the last word about our chances for happiness, or about our national character. Our national character is still in the making. Few in 1897 would have predicted the Progressive Movement, the forty-hour week, Women’s Suffrage, the New Deal, the Civil Rights Movement, the successes of second-wave feminism, or the Gay Rights Movement. Nobody in 1997 can know that America will not, in the course of the next century, witness even greater moral progress.

The nonsuburban electorate will decide that the system has failed and start looking around for a strongman to vote for – someone willing to assure them that, once he is elected, the smug bureaucrats, tricky lawyers, overpaid bond salesmen, and postmodernist professors will no longer be calling the shots.

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Nobody is setting up a program in unemployed studies, homeless studies, or trailer-park studies, because the unemployed, the homeless, and residents of trailer parks are not the ‘other’ in the relative sense. To be other in this sense you must bear an ineradicable stigma, one which makes you a victim of socially accepted sadism rather than merely of economic selfishness.

| Richard Rorty, Achieving Our Country, cited by Conor Friedersdorf in Where the Left Went Wrong—and How It Can Win Again

Rorty was anticipating, I think, the political shift from left-versus-right to up-versus-down.

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This is an important read, but I am not hopeful anyone will heed its suggestions, so I’m pretty sure we’re stuck with trump for at least 7.5 more years.

I don’t know why I care, but the fact that I can’t seem to be able to connect with anyone here at work puts my entire long term future here in question.

Of my entire day, I spend:
8 hours at work
3 hours commuting
3 hours with R, much of which involves making and eating food and planning the day and week while avoiding topics like politics
1 hour reading, which includes this site
6 hours sleeping
3 hours with L, which is one part delightful beyond comparison, one part exhausting beyond comparison

That’s it. I don’t have the time to talk to friends anymore (anyway everyone seems stuck in their own rut), I don’t even know I have friends anymore, and the twice-monthly coop shifts are the peak of my social life.

Work is the biggest part of the day, and it’s the most soul deadening. It is not stressful, which was the whole reason I walked away from the Old Company, but neither was the time I was with the Pathetic Company, but at least I had a semblance of friends there. And expectations there were lower. Here, I literally don’t talk to anyone all day.

Among the contrasts I am surprised to discover between our playground and the rich kids’ one 15 min walk away (besides the latter having nicer equipment) is how many languages you hear at the wealthy one: French, and German, and Spanish, and Italian, and Russian, Turkish, Portuguese, Polish, Japanese, what I’m guessing is Hungarian, Mandarin, Hebrew, probably-Serbo-Croatian… and a little bit of English.

Ours is just Spanish and English. I add Russian when I’m there. Curiously enough, there are never any muslim kids or their parents to be seen, even though there are so many in the street.