Sunday 18 May 2014

Generally intolerant

And so he marched forth from the hinterland of not posting to his blog very often, not because he had a silly set of puns to deliver or a piece of saccharine fluff about being happy, or a semi thought through treatise on a mildly diverting topic. Nah. This time I'm a bit angry. Something has been bugging me for a while. And I'm not going to tolerate it any more.

Yesterday (17th May) was the international day against homophobia and transphobia. Not, as my predictive text tried to make it, homophones and transportation. Damn those similar sounding words and the car they came in.

Now, at this stage, you would be right in thinking this blog could go in one of two directions - is RV about to rail against the mistreatment and fear of those who represent themselves as LGBT? No, though I don't like it. For many reasons, 'LGBT rights' (there is a reason for the quotes, but not a dismissive one) are close to my heart, and it remains utterly baffling to me how people can be persecuted, castigated and deprived of rights simply because of who they are, what their gender identity and choice of how to show that is, and because of who they fall in love with/engage in pleasurable (ideally) and consensual (essential) activities with. But it is SUCH an obvious point there isn't a blog there.

Nor is this an attack on the proliferation of 'International Days of...' we have now. There is, I believe, an International Day of the Sandwich. I love a sandwich, almost as much as Joey from Friends (ask your parents, or my generation, young ones, or just turn on comedy central pretty much any point in daytime). But an international day for them? Sod off. These secular saints days (and that's what they are, and they suffer from the same problem that they are starting to double up, and people only remember the big ones, and they kinda lose their value) are patently ridiculous, designed either using the Hallmark method (free advertising for a product no one wants but suddenly feels compelled to buy by creating an official date for it) or for good causes where every day should reflect them (such as being against homo- and trans-phobia), but making a day for it on some level only validates people making an effort that day (what? They do. Okay, some of you don't, but be honest, most of you are people who didn't need the 'day' to support the cause. The choir shouldn't need preaching to). They should, by and large, be scrapped. And maybe there is a blog post in looking at these days, but this isn't it. The only one which is any good is International Talk Like a Pirate Day. It fulfills the brief. Silly, sublime, not something you should do every day, costs nothing, promotes nothing (if Hallmark ever bring out a greeting card for it, I swear to Thor I will SMITE THEM), and punctures our belief in our own self importance. Long may it continue. Jim lad.

No, I'm going with a third option. This is an idea which has been rolling around in my head for a while, because it bugs me. And this day kind of made the point as well, so crystallised my thinking. And it involves me setting you a challenge. One I currently have not achieved. But I'm trying, and I hope you will too.

This was a day not in support of a group within our multi faceted community, but a day against people who are intolerant towards that grouping. And that's the problem here. The intolerance. So we're all going to stop it.

But first, we must accept something. There are obviously 'bad' intolerances. We tend to identify this with -ism or -phobia. Racism, sexism, homophobia, faithism (okay, that isn't a word...). But for this to work, we have to get rid of other intolerances as well. It's the behaviour we have to stamp on, not only when it is directed at an individual target.

We all have our intolerances. Mine, essentially, is stupidity. Only, it isn't - it is more when people, either through capacity or inclination, don't think. For all I wish I could switch my brain off sometimes, or at least slow the whirring, I would never seek to underclock to the extent many people do. It creates avoidable issues, irrational responses, breakdowns in the operation of society (if that even exists), work for other people and a lack of consideration for others. It is a bad thing. But the intolerance itself may also be a bad thing. I ascribe it to people and immediately cease to place value in their opinions and actions. I cluster people into that group when I don't know them - me, the person who has the mantra that 'there is no one right answer to anything' feels able to define someone as stupid because they are not behaving the way I would, and without trying to understand why their motivations or why this is the right thing for them, defines them in my grouping of 'stupid' people. Okay, some, maybe even most of them, might be, but I don't KNOW that.

The thing about intolerance is that it is a choice. A choice we make for convenience based on an irritation or a difference. Whilst discussing food intolerances with a member of the medical profession, I was told that there isn't really any such thing as an intolerance. You may process it badly, but a true intolerance is called an allergy. We focus so much on the larger corpus of society who should steer clear of lactose, gluten and the like, that there sometimes aren't enough resources left to deal with people who have a potentially life threatening allergic reaction. And it's like that in society. We are all so naturally intolerant, that we create the opportunity for actual hate to do some real damage.

And it all boils down to 'groups'. It is human nature to define people by a grouping, a sub set, a stereotype, a genus, a phylum. It helps us anticipate the way someone might behave, or what they might like. I get it. It's also the single most insidious habit to prevent positive human relationships.

Groupings are defined as being people with a common set of characteristics or even a single characteristic. As, sociologically and biologically, these characteristics influence behaviour, we therefore start to see trends. And it is these trends which are the basis for all intolerance.

An example. Because of the biological make up of their brains, caused by their role in simpler times, it is fair to say that the default, un-influenced development of the male brain impairs or obviates and even just reduces their ability to juggle multiple tasks, instead being inclined and designed to focus on one task at a time. Therefore, unless influenced by other factors, there is a reasonable chance that men will focus one task at a time rather than attempt multiple tasks.

Only, that's too long, too unclear, too conditional. So we simplify it to 'most men can't multitask very well'.

Only that's too vague, and to be honest, can anyone, right now, think of a man who can multitask (by which I mean be able to name them, confirm address, date of birth, and three instances of clear multitasking, cos otherwise it doesn't count)? No? So we may as well drop the moderators, and say 'men can't multitask' and then add, because now it's too short and why else would you be saying it 'and we judge them for it'.

Congratulations, you have just moved for a thoughtful awareness of a trend which correlates to (and appears to have a causal link with) a characteristic, via an oversimplified convenient truth to an outright intolerance based on an untruth. Without really having to go through much, if any, cognitive dissonance to get there.

Now, you could argue that this is not a bad intolerance, but my argument is that there is no such thing as a good intolerance. Apart from creating an acceptance of a pattern of thinking which ends with the word 'fag' spraypainted across the door of the recently married guy couple, or, in extremis, genocide, it is on a personal level demeaning, and damaging. I know of none of my friends who wouldn't baulk at being described as a 'typical man', 'typical woman', 'typical luvvie', 'typical geek' in a derogatory fashion, but we all do it ourselves. So we should stop it.

It would be easy to assume that the above list of insults is defined by the word 'typical', but actually it is the use of the group which follows.

To go back to our example.

I am a man, and therefore I can't multitask.

Only, I'm also left handed. Which statistics show leads to more 'feminised' brain behaviours, including, but not limited to, multitasking. And calls into question if they can really be described as mail or female brain behaviours.

Only, I'm also at a low level on the autism spectrum. Which, depending on your exact condition, either increases or decreases your capacity to multitask.

But I also have evidence. I drive, a lot. Statistically speaking, with the number of miles I drive, I should have had far more accidents caused by me than I have. So I'm obviously either very lucky, or quite skilled at the multitasking required to drive.

But, more evidence. When I have a project to work on, I work from home so I can focus on just that or it won't get done. So I'm better when I don't multitask.

Hmmmmm.

So I'm a man. Can I multitask? The answer is, yes, sometimes. Other times, no.

This is the problem with group based intolerance. In order to make it plausible, you've got to pick a finite number (usually 1) of groups the person belongs to. And there is some justification for that with large groups of people. Men in Black said 'a person is clever. People are stupid' and that's kind of right. If a group of people come together because of a shared characteristic, herd instinct will bring that to the fore. The most refined group of men gets a bit more 'lad' when they go away in a boys trip. Geeks get geekier when they meet up. Clever people get more focussed in just trying to be clever. Politicians get more venal whilst at Westminster. Football fans become borderline mobs chanting tuneless, pejorative mantras.....

Erm, sorry, my intolerances are showing. Never said it was easy.

But even that group of people is more than just their currently heightened shared characteristic. For all the archetypes and stereotypes, they belong to multiple groups. We all do, even simple, uncomplicated souls like me.

I am a man. I am white. I am middle class. I am British, English, Sagittarius, from the Midlands, a geek, of Scandinavian and Celtic descent, left handed, straight, camp, a rugby fan, a cricket fan, a swimmer, a luvvy, a techie, a scientist, an artist, a thinker, a feeler, shy, an extrovert, over confident, over neurotic, autistic (a bit), emotional, logical, Christian, sarcastic, clever, childish, pragmatic, fanciful, an older brother, a first child, the young for my role, older than most of my friends, very conventional, very eccentric....and so many many more. So many characteristics, some very contradictory.

Put simply, if one where to somehow be able to draw a venn diagram of all the groups and shared labels I can be assigned to, then the only person in the overlap (even if just by a fraction of an inch) is me. I could have all the prevailing characteristics of those groups. Or, by a quirk of stats, none of them. Or, where they are contradictory, maybe both. The thing I am truly 'typically' is RV. And that is true for all of us.

Look, I know about the studies. Medical, demographic, strong trends exist that justify targeting groups or certain characteristics to make a sale or achieve an end. But in the end they are just probabilities, not certainties, and in any case, are subject, as even the laws of motion are, to no other influencing force. It is impossible to group a set of people together and define an absolute set of characteristics they all have. So you can't. So stop it. And maybe, you'll start looking at each person as a person. And maybe you'll hate them. But you'll hate one person, not a whole group who have something in common. And maybe you'll be a bit less intolerant.

It is easy to be intolerant of a simplified group. It is difficult to hate a complex person who has things you abhor and things you adore. So why take the route to intolerance? If you don't know anyone who holds a characteristic, be cautious about forming a judgement.

We live in a society created, in part, by subliminal intolerances. Much of our conventions and rules are either caused by inherent racism, classism or sexism. If affected by those (I'm white, middle class and male, so the system is kind of designed for me, I'm not going to claim otherwise), I can understand being unhappy. But, rather than operating on turnaround is fair play basis being resentful, or even perpetuating the behaviour by conforming to it/developing your own intolerances, maybe try just getting on with the people in front of you. Like I say, I'm white, middle class and male. You could quite easily hate me. But I a) don't massively conform to those groups and b) right here, right now, I wouldn't make the decisions they made in the past. So please don't blame me that they did. It demeans me, and your prejudice based on an intolerance for what, rather than who, I am, makes me think less of you.

We all do it. Enlightened, largely liberal people as my friends are, at social occasions we split, usually along gender lines, and conversation will at times drift onto the 'men are useless' and 'women are confusing/irrational' theme. Harmless fun? I would contend not - it validates a behaviour. I occasionally join in on it, but I loathe it. If we stop, maybe we'll start being more tolerant. We can't do it just because it is done to us, or we will never stop.

I'm not going to say 'don't group people'. It's instinct, and a helpful skill for anticipating likely behaviour. I'm not going to say don't judge. Once again, it is instinctive, though I might caution being less harsh in your judgement just due to differences. But maybe don't judge people for being part of a group, especially one they can't help being part of. There is far, far more to them than that. Maybe we'll all find ourselves being more tolerant.

We need to get over labels, even in jest. People are far more complicated than your labels, however comprehensively they are catalogued.

Life would be pretty intolerable any other way.

Sunday 20 April 2014

Musical whimsy...

Okay, a blog post is long overdue. But as usual, I only find myself inclined to do so whilst in a state of melancholy. So instead, I present a moment of indulgent piffle, which I posted purely to avoid a status of the sort I am not current allowed to post on Facebook (see previous blogs if you can bear their emo nature).

Some short, sweet whimsy. Hope you like it. If not, you've not lost much time reading it....tootles'!

"Richard likes his novels Pulp-y. Dodgy, Blur-ry characters are, for him, an Oasis from the trials of real life. Who knows if that man, dressed all in Suede, will turn out to be a Sleeper agent, or just a Supergrass, but where a seedy end remains the great Leveller for all? Who cares about oversimplifications like the grim north and the Beautiful South? No one is trying to claim the characters are as complex or iconic as Boo Radley. Nah, we want shady gangsters called Gomez and maybe some Barenaked Ladies and a plot more convoluted and implausible than anything produced by your latest REM cycle dream. Besides, it's all more rewarding than this current trend for 90s music nostalgia."

Ah, bring on the nostalgia - love the alt and indie scene from those years.

Happy Easter everyone.

Sunday 9 March 2014

On Happiness. And the pushing of buttons.

Well hello there. You're looking good, I must say. Yes, I know, it's been a while. Sorry about that. Things keeping me busy.

If you're feeling neglected (I'm sure you're not) then bear in mind that whilst it has been just over 2 months since my last blog post, I have yet to meet my new cousin, born nearly 3 months ago, and now won't until he is basically 5 months old. So stuff your guilt trip - I've got worse sources of guilt. And anyway, you can get your fill of my regular meanderings on twitter. @MrRV for regular twambles, rants, musings and sarcasm, the almost defunct @HYMRV for oddities, and of course the group accounts @Cantburyplayers for all the latest on the am dram group I'm in and @commandertours for the updates on the regular 'cultural' trips arranged by The Commander (latest confirmed destination; Munich, this September. I understand there might be a beer festival on at the time.). So don't say I don't update you. Combined with my Facebook and less well tended g+ profile, this blog is just part of a multi strand assault on you with my opinions. So shush.

In any case, both Miscriant and the Demon Gin (read their blogs. Follow them on twitter. Please. Or they'll stick me with the pins again. Especially that Gin woman) are already, or will be, covering this is greater detail, hence lack of detail here, one of the reasons I've been quiet. I've been working on a play. Yes I know. After Wyrd Sisters I promised myself a break. But I hadn't acted, or at least my version of acting, in over a YEAR! And I got talked into it by C. I'm still ambivalent about Hobson's Choice as a piece of drama, but under Sally's direction (fresh from being my Granny Weatherwax), and with a top cast, I think we made quite a show of it. I was average to mediocre (no self deprecation here, I was - I have been better and I will be again. My average is still okay to pretty good, I was just disappointed not to get more laughs for a role that was essentially just a sequence of comic cameos. So sue me) but there were storming performances from the rest of the cast, not least the aforementioned Miscriant and Demon Gin (seriously, follow them, they are brandishing pins at me RIGHT NOW!) and Miscriant's t'other half, my oft time partner in crime, Stephen. And we sold out the theatre the final night and came close on the other two. So yeah, I've been busy.

Don't think I haven't been blogging. No no. I've just not been publishing them. This blog remains a Titanic killer of a blog, with just the merest snowy tip poking above the surface. Mainly, the reason I don't publish posts is that I start boring myself and don't finish them. Sometimes, as has been alluded to before, I realise that there are a group of fractal, in progress, blogs which all have a common theme, so I scrap them and write a single missive on the theme. Often, they are cathartic releases, free writing rants which are my new version of shouting into the void (my last blog post. Go and read it. It will be, at least obliquely, referred to again). Mostly, they are simply bad (and the bar isn't high - look at the dross I've published before!).

But to business. I'm procrastinating. Doing some unnecessary house keeping while I sidle up to the topic. This is a hard blog post to write. Not for the same reasons as the last one. Although that was surprisingly easy. Despite the consciously confessional tone, and revealing of a more directly personal side of myself than even a committed 'sharer' like me usually does (I make no secret of my struggle with certain things, but I always try and be oblique about them as a I don't want to make them define me, or, frankly, put people off knowing me), Shouting into the Void tumbled out of me easily. And I think I've been doing better. I have not posted a 'woe is me' Facebook status this year (and if you think I have, you've simply misinterpreted my occasional, flippant, self deprecation or the meaning of obscure statuses). Some of my friends have observed a tendency to grumpiness, but this has largely been related to specific events, or sheer basic tiredness rather than damaging wallowing and introspection. I still have downs, and have bent the ears of a couple of sympathetic friends when I find myself overthinking, but less often. And I try and do it straight away, and listen to the advice.

But no, this is more difficult because I need to keep some details private. Because they involve....other people, some of which, as is undoubtedly their right, don't like details of their life splashed across the net. So forgive me if this is detail light or allusory.

I'm happy.

On two occasions in my Facebook 'life' I've posted a status which simply, baldly, stated that. Well, one fluffed a bit by pretending to forget how to spell it, but the joke aside, it was the only message. Those two statuses are my most 'liked' to date. So either people want me to be happy, or are just pro happiness in general. Or both.

Or maybe, it's because I have previous for seeking to temper or undermine my own happiness. I've been doing that lately. And I've just figured out how to stop. Hence the post. But we need to go back a year.

The story of being happy, and of the three buttons, starts a year ago. Sort of. When historians come to discuss this (and they won't), there will be a school of history which suggests that it actually started in 2011 (the same people who view the Great Depression as the guarantee that World War II would start). There will be yet another which looks to 2010 (Treaty of Versailles simply ensured that another war was inevitable). Others will point to 2006-7 as making the set up of 2014 inevitable (there was only one world war with a VERY long cease fire in the middle while we all regrouped). And even a few will say that, whilst not inevitable, my current state of happiness and the events which led me to get there, and nearly prevent myself getting there, started in 1997-8 (the world wars were simply Europe resolving matters which the 30 Years War had raised but not resolved).

But let's stick with the annexation of Austria and the Sudetenland shall we? Last year. (Incidentally, whilst I'm quite proud of my schools of history allegory, using the world wars and genuine debates I studied at uni, I realise that I have inadvertently cast myself as Hitler and my friends and loved ones as the rest of Europe, undeserving of the evil about to be visited on them. Please try and look passed this). Last year in conversation with some friends I identified it was time to stop prevaricating and procrastinating and make happen. I narrowed this down to three things, which I referred to as buttons which needed pressing.

Okay, stop. I'm lying. Ish. The meaning of the three buttons wasn't originally that. It was a reference to something else. It evolved. Mainly as when people clocked my reference to buttons on twitter, I had to come up with an answer. And as the original meaning had moved on, I came up with that.

So, I got proactive about pushing the buttons which would change the parts of my life. Outside of a very flattering internet meme (which now adorns a badge, a baseball cap, has appeared on set in a few Canterbury Players plays, is the inspiration for my text alert, and the URL for this very blog), most people would not have noticed any difference. But believe me, it was there. I was doing things which I would never have done. Being confident. Having confidence.

And, though it took a while, it worked. Better than I'd ever expected. Seriously. I ended up with something I've wanted for years which I thought I wouldn't get, and didn't deserve. Even though pretty much everyone who knew about my desires thought they were achievable if I just manned up.

And I could not STOP worrying about it.

I won't go into the details of my worries. That's unfair on pretty much everyone involved. And to everyone affected. But suffice to say, regardless of how it manifested, what the issues boiled down to was a logical extension of a simple conceit.

I could not believe my luck.

People say that all the time, right? Try saying it with low self esteem. Suddenly it becomes riding your luck, looking for problems, waiting for the. Other. Shoe. To. Drop. In some ways, this is a good instinct in any situation in your life. It stops you getting complacent. But it can also become very much a self fulfilling prophecy.

I made a promise in my last blog to relax and be happy, and enjoy myself. I've been doing that. I've gained something honestly better than I'd ever thought I would have by being proactive in the last 12 months. And recently I've stopped worrying about that being in some way false. Or that as I reveal who I am more and more, that it will end it.

I know there is a danger this blog will become a bit 'self help' like. But stuff it. Some advice.

There are a great many things that can go wrong in anything you do. If you don't feel happy, whether you feel hard done by or not, it is your responsibility to change it.

But if you feel like you are happy, there is a decent chance you might actually be happy. Who would have thought it.

Have a good one kids.

OWWWWW! Oh yeah, and follow the blogs and Twitter accounts of the others. Because pins are sharp.

PS - I mentioned 3 buttons right? But, whatever their original meaning, I've only mentioned 1 here. Time to get proactive.

Sunday 5 January 2014

Shouting into the Void

Hallo kids.

It's been a while I know. Primarily, a change in life situation, but also my guru de blogging, Miscriant, and newer bloggers, The Lost Fimir, The Demon Gin and Random Nerdery do it rather better.

But, I do have something to muse on, and, cliché as it is, it relates to New Year's Resolutions.

I don't propose to go over well trodden ground. These are arbitrary promises based on a quirk of dating, and often not stuck to. I know that. So do you.

But this year, I've been set two, which actually relate to the same thing, and done one myself. However, as is so often the case with me, they are actually one.

At a very refined new year's dinner party, I was asked by one of my friends if I had any new year resolutions. I answered that I had been given one to try and live up to, but before I could say further, two other friends chipped in to ask if it was to stop posting 'woe is me' Facebook statuses.

They had a point.

I'm a reasonably well behaved Facebook and Twitter user. I don't post what I had for lunch, I don't use txt spk. I don't rant about work directly, or other people by name. I don't invite people to games endlessly, or update my status every half hour. I keep memes to a meme-imum. (sorry). I only tag myself and people I know don't mind being tagged in photos. I do not status-jack (a practice whereby two mutual friends will have an often off-topic chat with each other in the comments under a status. It's untidy, and the best medium for that is messenger or chat. And I keep being notified of every step in a conversation I don't need to know about. Stop it, all of ya.)

My statuses are self indulgent. But that is kind of the point of social media.What started as a desire to be able to comment on stuff without being explicit in a public forum has led to a tendency to be allusive and, if not cryptic, then certainly obfuscatory in my online oratory. I've been a Facebook user long enough to remember when every status had to start with "[name] is..." which means I still try and treat my name as the start of the status and refer to myself in the third person. I even have traditions, the most notable of which is the "was brought to you by.." status on 31 December, which in all honesty started as a way of me trying to remember the highlights of increasingly full years, but does seem to fall into the trap of being self congratulatory status, which is a Facebook sin.

But, BUT, my one true Facebook and Twitter sin is self deprecating or 'down' statuses. These are considered poor form, the worst kind of attention seeking, looking for validation from close or distant friends, which is often followed by a feeble thank you or by dismissal of things being as bad as the status suggests.

On this basis, I agree my friends were right to highlight this, and my plan is to post no more of these.

But, before I do, or rather don't, do this, I do want to explain what I was doing. Because, although I concede that the public nature of the statuses and posts meant they appeared to be as above, it wasn't what I was doing. I was shouting into the void.

Those close to me know I struggle with my self esteem. I am naturally aware of my own brilliance, and, if I can base anything on the people who surround me (if by a man's friends ye shall know him and all that), then I'm pretty special. But my psyche is conditioned by years of trying to avoid becoming arrogant to self criticise so I don't become a show off. I also over think. It started because most of my social skill is learned, and a conscious effort. I therefore had to turn over most social events in my head again and again to ensure I hadn't missed anything or caused offence.

I can't stop, and in the space of your own head, if you're so convinced and conditioned to find problems, when there are none, you create them. You miss out on enjoying the moment.

It was suggested a few years ago that I try shouting into the void. The theory is simple - you break the cycle in your head by saying out loud to a sympathetic audience what's in your head. It becomes smaller by breaking out from your head. You realise it wasn't a big deal. The sympathetic audience knows and understands your crazy, but isn't required to comment on it (quite the reverse) so, if like me, you're an extrovert, or, as a John puts it, the locus of your personality is external, you have presented it to an audience, not just said it out loud to yourself and then put in back in your head.

It works. If any of the above sounds like you, I'd honestly suggest trying it. Sadly, I broke my version of it. I started overthinking who my sympathetic audience was, feeling guilty about it. So the void I started to shout into became the slightly depersonalised, or rather distanced forum of social media. Still an audience, still saying 'out loud', but not requiring of comment, and in a safe place.

Which might have worked. If I'd told anyone that was what I was doing. Instead, I came across as the more self indulgent, whining moron I usually look down on. And ended up bending the ear of real life friends more than ever.

So, new plan. I can't promise I won't feel low again, or get the urge to shout into the void. But I'm going to try not to bend everyone's ear about it. Or post on Facebook. Or twitter. Or sit there fretting until I say something really dumb to someone special.

Instead, I'm going to do follow a piece of advice given by one of wisest people I know, and do one thing:

"RELAX "

I am currently ridiculously happy. In addition to having fantastic friends, a brilliant family, and a roaring social life, doing things I like to do, I'm now finally thinking positively about the future. Those who know me, know why, and who. And I like to keep some things private, so that's as far as I'll go.

So, I'm going to try enjoying it. If I feel myself drifting, overthinking, frowning, I'm going to laugh at myself. Because with any rational diagnosis or assessment, I'm happy, successful, unaccountably popular, and actually jeopardising that by worrying about it rather than anything else. I've come close lately. That needs to change.

Will I avoid being down again, or overthinking? I doubt it. But I need a better way of dealings with it.

So no more shouting into void. I'm going to relax, and be happy instead. Hopefully, I've caught it just in time before it caused too much trouble.

So, I do have a new year's resolution. It's not the stopping of the Facebook statuses. It's not a specific objective. It therefore might just work.

Relax. Be happy. Enjoy.

Challenge accepted.

Happy 2014.