Working past 65

I can’t help but notice the spate of glowing articles about people working past age 65. Both the business page (Gosh! Older workers can be very energetic and creative!) and page D-1 (“Who says you have to retire at 65?”) of our Sunday paper touted the glories of not retiring, or of retiring while continuing to work.

This continues the fine American tradition begun maybe a hundred years ago with articles like “Who says moms have to stay home with the kids?” and “Gosh! Women and children can sew garments in dim light and oppressive heat with the best of ’em!”

Kidding aside, I do truly have some issues, religious and otherwise, with the Standard American Retirement Reflex. I don’t want to retire until I know what new challenges I’ll take up (current front-runners: travel, gourmet cooking and more regular exercise). But these stories have a whiff of “making a virtue of necessity” to them. And I suspect that <synecdoche> the Chamber of Commerce</synecdoche> is smiling knowingly at this PR coup.

Be it remembered, however, that once upon a time, in a land far, far away spiritually, it was not thought that universal participation in the money-paid workforce was a thing ardently to be desired. Indeed, the “Family Wage” was the progressive desiderata for a time, and I consider it a mark of our gullibility and collective amnesia that we now pine for a “living wage” and think that life is incomplete without the goods shit we can buy if we – Whoa! What a great idea! – pool two or more living wages under one roof. Look! Kim Kardashian! Chaz Bono! American Idol! Shiny! (HT Mark Shea)

The beast feeds itself. Mrs. Jones goes to work, the first on her block to do so. Before the Jones kids have become notably delinquent, the Joneses have compiled an admirable pile of goods shit we could buy if Mrs. Tipsy would go to work, too. And then the next family down the block follows suit, and before too long, nobody feels they can survive on a single wage. And maybe they really can’t (unless the Missus aggressively gardens, cans and freezes, and what kind of middle-class family still does that?! It’s barbaric!) because the extra worker supply has driven down wages.

And retirement savings? Out of the question! What say we just keep on working? Life is meaningless without a nice paycheck anyway.

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“The remarks made in this essay do not represent scholarly research. They are intended as topical stimulations for conversation among intelligent and informed people.” (Gerhart Niemeyer)

Some succinct standing advice on recurring themes.

Did we make ourselves this way?

As someone who has fought overweight most of his life, I have mixed feelings about Wesley Smith’s facile suggestion that our kind (he includes himself) “made ourselves that way.”

Our moms were following dietary “wisdom” promulgated by a government that even then was unduly influenced by folks who stood to make money by our eating choices (e.g., X servings of dairly per day; protein, protein, protein!).

Moms responded rationally to what was dirt-cheap because it was subsidized. Why do you think there’s corn, corn everywhere today, including oceans of high-fructose corn syrup?

Today, mom works 9 to 5 because dad can no longer support the family alone. That, in turn, is because it’s government policy, influenced by business interests in having more workers seeking jobs so as to keep wages low, to “liberate” women from the “drudgery” of staying home. Self-employment’s daunting for dad because health care is somewhat correlated to health insurance which is strongly connected to working for some entity that can deduct the premiums – as a result, mirabile dictu, of government policy.

But consumption must be high – high as in the consumerist frenzy on which the Great Ponzi Scheme depends for a simulacrum of being coherent and successful. Frugality is a sin. The transvaluation of values marches on.

When mom gets home, she’s kinda beat and doesn’t want to be bothered with cooking whole foods before the kids rush off to the evening activities that are now de rigeur. How about some M&C with weenies and high-fructose ketchup? What could be more American?

Self-control is a nice theory, but our bodies responded almost slavishly to the swings of blood sugar wrought by eating over-processed (high glycemic index) foods.

I think I’ve found the answer personally, but it’s been a long series of trial-and-error, and I only was able to try and err repeatedly because I’m educated and well-off enough to move weight control up in the triage line of competing concerns. In other words, I’m eating counter-culturally. Not everyone can do that.

Government policy fed us; it will take some government policy changes to slim us again.

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“The remarks made in this essay do not represent scholarly research. They are intended as topical stimulations for conversation among intelligent and informed people.” (Gerhart Niemeyer)

Some succinct standing advice on recurring themes.

Declaration of Dependence

Holy smokes! I wasn’t going to stop to blog today, the Monday of Holy Week in Orthodoxy, when there will be too little time for professional duties. But this is too good not do share.

Scott Galupon on The Blind Spot of Conservatism, quoting Yuval Levin:

We are all dependent on others. The question is whether we are dependent on people we know, and they on us—in ways that foster family and community, build habits of restraint and dignity, and instill in us responsibility and a sense of obligation—or we are dependent on distant, neutral, universal systems of benefits that help provide for our material wants without connecting us to any local and immediate nexus of care and obligation. It is not dependence per se, which is a universal fact of human life, but dependence without mutual obligation, that corrupts the soul. Such technocratic provision enables precisely the illusion of independence from the people around us and from the requirements of any moral code they might uphold. It is corrosive not because it instills a true sense of dependence but because it inspires a false sense of independence and so frees us from the sorts of moral habits of mutual obligation that alone can make us free.

Galupo, though, thinks there are other false senses of independence, such as

a desire to escape the stifling atmosphere of rural America and discover the wider world; to pursue a life of the mind; to experience, as the British playwright David Hare put it in his screenplay for The Hours, the “violent jolt” of life in the metropolis.

Our culture stokes this desire, and in no small way our economy depends on it. When politicians tirelessly invoke the “American Dream,” when we celebrate social mobility and “churn,” we are encouraging millions of young Rod Drehers to leave their Starhills and become “boomers,” as the poet Wendell Berry (via Wallace Stegner) describes those whose ambition compels them to leave home.

To make the point in the context of our ongoing clash over immigration, do we not at least unwittingly celebrate the dilution of communities when we hold up as heroes those who leave behind their friends and extended families to pursue employment in America? To borrow the simple phraseology of Rod’s mother, a young man who leaves a village in Latin America or South Asia is no longer there.

This is not to dispute Levin’s point about a large and active state “pulverizing” civil society; the phenomenon is real and, as I’ve written before, a purportedly morally neutral state will always and inevitably tip its hand about what it believes to be positive goods.

My point is that big government is not the lone, or lately even the chief, pulverizer of civil society.

(Emphasis added)

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“The remarks made in this essay do not represent scholarly research. They are intended as topical stimulations for conversation among intelligent and informed people.” (Gerhart Niemeyer)

Some succinct standing advice on recurring themes.