Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Buffet of Doom...

I always expected the best for myself.

I've got all the makings of a really happy person. Talent, health, looks, smarts, good family, good education, and the luck to be born into a democratic and affluent society where my opportunities are as vast and sparkling as the ocean on a summer day.

But I'm twenty-three and wandering lost. There are futures that I want, but I want none of them badly enough to propel myself toward them at full throttle. I'd like to get a real editing job; I'd like to become a proper writer writing for a proper reason; I'd like to have a successful outlet for my artistic urges; I'd like to move the hell out of my dad's house and get independent again; I'd like... well, that's enough for now. I ought to be able to do some of this stuff I want to do. Why am I not doing it? Why am I so stuck?

Barry Schwartz tells me the problem is that I have too many options to choose from. If you have twenty minutes spare, watch his TED talk below.



    If you don't have twenty minutes, basically what he says is this:
    • Our society is literally spoiled for choice. So many different career paths, super funds, sexual partners, salad dressings... it can be overwhelming or impossible to decide which one is right for us.
    • Because we are always presented with so many different options, the onus is on us to choose the right thing. If things turn out badly, it's our own fault - and we feel like a massive failure if we've picked the dud.
    • Even if our choice is okay-but-not-great, we still feel disappointed, because we know we might have done better, and there were so many other options that we should have done better.
    • The luxury of choice gives us higher expectations, which in reality often fail to be met.

    I meant to write a longer post, but you know what? This is a good amount to absorb today. The thing is, I'm being pulled in two directions by the subject matter.

    On the one hand, I want to continue on the thread of expectations and how our optimism can sometimes let us down worst of all. Which is not to say that optimism is bad, but that sometimes when we find that something glitters but is not gold, in our disappointment we forget that glitter can be beautiful no matter what it's made of.

    On the other hand, I am fascinated by this "paradox of choice". It disturbs me because I automatically make a connection to the pro-choice movement, which uses the value placed on choice as a flag of honour. I support the pro-choice movement. I believe that the decision to abort rests with the pregnant woman, and I detest the notion that she might be denied that choice. And yet - if choice is not as unequivocally valuable as we think it is - could a great part of the pro-choice argument be dismantled?

    No need to answer those questions today. It's enough to have raised them - and have plans for tomorrow.

    Friday, April 22, 2011

    Job job job

    Job job job gimme a job job job
    I wanna, I gotta, I really oughta hava
    I swear I'm qualified
    And if I'm not I vow to learn
    Ya only gotta hire me, and teach me
    And mold me in the image of a
    Girl who's got a job.

    Tuesday, April 19, 2011

    Belong.

    All my life I've struggled to find somewhere to belong. I'm a shy and introverted person and I find it hard to reach out to people. I've always felt kind of different. My mother taught me that difference is a wonderful thing, and she's right - it is far more valuable to be and do something original than to repeat or mimic the choices of others. I've been a proud non-conformist all my life, in my quiet little way. But if conformity were an entirely negative trait, it would have been discarded through natural selection long ago. There is value in likeness - it helps us to connect and engage with one another.

    Speaking of conformity and other things I violently resist, they say that religious people are happier people.

    Study after study, survey after survey. Go to church, get happier. Why? Well, it's not that complicated. There are your basic reassurances like "death is not the end", "cosmic justice never goes unserved", and "God is watching over us". But those are all big conceptual things, and the typical human being spends a vast majority of the time thinking about the small, fussy, physical world they navigate every day. And in that fussy little physical world, religion does one useful thing: it brings people together.

    Every week, congregations congregate. Churchgoers gather and share time to worship, focus, and think about their direction and purpose in life. They become as one in song, in prayer, in ritual. If you see it like I see it, it's not "something greater" in a woooooo spiritual sense. But it is something bigger than any one person among us. It's a community.

    The glue that holds a religious community together is faith. If you attend a church, you will be surrounded by people who believe the same essential things about the spiritual world, the nature of God and the purpose of life. If you too believe these things, then you are likely to feel a powerful sense of belonging with those people. They won't all be your buddies, but they are in some sense your family. You share an understanding with them.

    But church attendance is way down. Here in Australia, I know almost no one who attends a church, synagogue or prayer group regularly. So what about the believers who don't engage with a faith community?

    Well, they simply don't reap the benefits. It's not enough to say you're a Christian - you have to go to church regularly to reap the benefits. It's not even enough to just turn up to church and listen. You have to connect with the people there. You have to make friends, reach out, help out, become valuable.

    Here's one of many studies analysing the link between life satisfaction and religious engagement. Note the table showing that weekly churchgoers who have no church friends were just as likely to be happy with their lives as people who don't go to church at all.

    The salient point here is that belonging to a community fosters greater happiness in people's lives. Religions have historically been an outlet for this. They're adapted for it. They provide a meeting space, a shared point of focus, a regular schedule of attendance, and many teachings that are effective chiefly because they breed community and belonging (for instance the call to charity, or the singularly Christian call to convert everyone you meet to the worship of the Son).

    Religious activity is one way of achieving community. But for some of us, it's just not an option.

    There's no reason that non-religious people should miss out on belonging to a community. The trouble is, in a world of privacy and personal computers and single-bedroom apartments and long-distance commuting to work, there's a lot of us who have no real connection to a community anymore.

    If you've watched a lot of French movies, you'll notice how the local coffee shop or pub is a place where the many quirky characters in the village gather together regularly, not for the purpose of a big formal meetup, but simply to riff and chatter and become absorbed in the bustle of local existence. I've never gone to a cafe on my own simply to absorb the atmosphere. People do it down in Oakleigh - middle-aged Greek men who sit about shouting happily at one another and sipping tiny cups of espresso. But people my age don't go anywhere unless they're going with someone. If you by yo'self, you stayin home.

    A growing kind of community, however, is the online sharing community. I'm not talking about Facebook, though it does have the power to keep us connected with people we'd otherwise forget and lose. I'm thinking specifically of Reddit, which I started using a few months ago after a blog of mine got reposted on the TwoXChromosomes forum and I got a bunch of hits from it.

    Reddit is a site divided into many different categories of interest - TwoXChromosomes is a forum for lady things; Gaming is a forum for gamer things; Trees is a forum for stoner things. There are mountains of different subreddits and users of the site can subscribe and read content just from their specific areas of interest. People post links, images, thoughts, questions. But the important part of Reddit is the comments. It's not about saying "read this". It's about reacting, engaging and listening to different points of view.

    Without physical proximity and personal identifiers like faces and voices, Reddit cannot be a community in the same way as your local cafe or synagogue. But it is a community. If you follow discussions in the same forums for long enough, you begin to recognise the local celebrities and connect with the same members again and again. You can voice your opinions and engage in satisfying debate that would be too confronting to occur in a real-world interaction. There are designated moderators, but most of the moderation is done by the community itself. Inappropriate, unhelpful or offensive comments are quashed; trolls are starved and vulnerable people are defended.

    Surprisingly, I haven't seen much bad grammar in the forums I've been following. And fair's fair, there are arseholes out there, but what I've observed is that the arseholes are far outnumbered by the compassionate and the valiant. Mean people are quickly expelled. 

    A side effect: outsiders, too, are rejected as "trolls". I follow the Atheism subreddit (which has, by the way, twelve times more readers than the Christianity subreddit, so ner) and I occasionally see religious people contributing to the discussion. It does depend on what they're saying, but they are often treated with suspicion and doubt. I think that the Atheist forum is incredibly valuable for thousands of atheists living in areas of America where lack of faith is tantamount to thought-crime. These people struggle to find each other in real life, so it is a deep comfort to belong to a community that understands the intellectual dilemma of being forced to attend a church preaching a faith they cannot believe and witnessing the moral hypocrisy of those preaching it. But a community is an "in-group", and this necessitates an "out-group".

    The other subreddit I'm following lately is the Depression forum. This might seem like a negative place to be, but it has shown me the restorative power of compassion and outreach. I haven't posted any cry for help, but I have made it my goal to read other people's stories, share my experiences and try to offer support and solutions to people who come looking for them. I'm no professional, but I don't need to be. People just need somewhere to go, and they need to know someone hears them when they call for help.

    I had an awful week last week, and this is actually what helped me pick myself back up. Feeling lonely, tired, hopeless, purposeless and angry at the world, I hadn't been getting out of bed 'til after noon. But I went searching for a way to drag myself back up, and I decided the best way to refresh my positive cognition was to apply it to other people.

    I thought about, and researched, the possibility of volunteer work. But I couldn't find anything that I felt comfortable with. I'm not good with people face-to-face. I don't want to join a Christian charity because I'm afraid of feeling at serious odds with the people who run it. I have no experience with children, with disability, with tutoring, with the elderly. Everything sounds scary.

    I'm not saying I'll never volunteer. But I don't know what I would do. So I tried the one thing I could do right away - log onto Reddit, talk about mental health, empathise with the suffering, and offer stories, suggestions and digitally-transferred hugs.

    Tuesday, April 12, 2011

    Cheer Leader.

    Last year I made a list of everyday habits that help to fight depression: eating welldetoxing from bad substancessleeping wellgetting outdoors, and also exercising and connecting with people (but I never wrote about those because I seriously fail at both).

    This year I have another list of obvious things. This time it's a list of actions for breeding happiness in your life. They're bigger than the habits described above. I guess they're more intimidating, at least to me, than the prospect of cutting down on chocolate or going for more walks on sunny days. But it's my life. Maybe I need something bigger.
    Happiness Medals: Collect All Six!
    Belonging. Belong to and engage with a community of people. Contribute and benefit from a network of mutual support.
    Clarity. Define your fears and ambitions. When you define them, you limit them. That gives you control over them.
    Kindness. Be courteous, generous and compassionate to others, and the positive attitude you've seeded will spread.
    Sensation. Engage your senses in the present moment. See, feel, hear and smell the world around you, rather than conversing with the voice inside your head.
    Optimism. Recognise and challenge negative thoughts before they translate into negative feelings. Not every negative thought is rational. Check it before you accept it.
    Fulfillment. Choose activities that fit both your personal strengths and your personal values. Find work that makes you feel proud - or find pride in what you do.
    I'm planning to explore each of these avenues in more detail in future posts. Question why they work. Find out various ways people have achieved this stuff. Maybe draw some stupid pictures.

    Monday, April 11, 2011

    Card Shark!

    Just a little update to let y'all know I chose Monsieur Le Design #1. Couple of little changes:


    Thanks for helping me decide!

    Friday, April 8, 2011

    Trying to grow up - please help!

    You guys, I'm gonna get business cards printed but I can't decide what they should look like. So you have to choose for me. My fabulous designs are as follows:

    Card #1

    Card #2

    Card #3

    Card #4

    Please tell me in the comments which is the goodest of the cards!

    Also tell me whether I have been daffy enough to omit a vital element that all business cards are meant to have, because I'm kind of crap at grown-up things.

    Cuddles and puppy kisses.

    Thursday, April 7, 2011

    Hey funny man, say something funny.

    It is the very definition of irony that those who make a career out of laughter are among the people most susceptible to depression and mental illness.

    Who is your favourite comedian? What kind of comedy do they do? No matter who you pick, chances are their comedy comes from a place of darkness and disappointment with the world in which they live.

    There are a few exceptions here and there, of course. The first fella that comes to mind is


    And then there's Michael Palin, and the boys from Tripod, and I'm sure you can name others. But I've gotta say, the majority of comedians I really love are cynical and cuttingly intelligent people. From George Carlin to Dylan Moran, my favourite comedians take the saddest, crappest things they see in the world and they make them funny. That's why comedy is hard. It requires an ability to stare down the darkness and laugh into the void.

    Maria Bamford's in town for the comedy festival. I have always adored Bamford's style - not "hey what's the deal with" comedy, but strange multi-character vignettes with over-the-top yet completely-true-to-life vocal impressions. I spent an hour or so watching her series of autobiographical YouTube webisodes, "The Maria Bamford Show", and discovered that she had a nervous breakdown five years ago and has since been picking up the pieces and living with her parents. I can see it. Bamford's comedy is friggin' adorable, her characterisations are uncanny, and she's hilarious. But a person able to observe and mimic people's flaws so accurately cannot fail to absorb the tragedy of those flaws.

    There are plenty of comedians who've admitted to suffering depression or bipolar disorder. Blogcomic superstar Allie Brosh has ADHD, and her comedy mainly stems from autobiographical accounts of her own hyperactive behaviour. But although she has a powerful ability to channel her disorder into comedy, her work also hints at deep instability and self-criticism - perhaps even fear that she will cause the sabotage of her own life. Once I was reading a Hyperbole post, and I showed it to Christine, saying how envious I was of Allie's comic ability. Christine said it just looked like she wasn't coping. I looked again, and it was true. The whole post was about how Brosh was failing to get her life together.

    I'm still jealous that she's funnier than me, but in all her amazing talent, she has become vulnerable in the most profound of ways. Her stories are all true. Her crazy antics - real. She lives it, and she tells it, and we laugh, and it's wonderful that she can make something so great out of something so difficult.
    But she still lives it.

    I also learned today that Owen Wilson attempted suicide in 2007. Owen Wilson! He's so... so sunny. Except that he's not. This is a guy whose comedy persona is a happy-go-lucky, blissed-out, directionless dude. He plays at being a stoner, but he's a Hollywood comedy star who's dated beautiful, famous women, written screenplays and co-produced movies.

    Yet that stoner dude is a real part of Owen Wilson. The stoner is the guy who couldn't make his relationships work. The stoner is the guy whose joke bombed at the club. The stoner is the guy Owen Wilson is afraid of. The guy who's been to rehab twice now. The guy he spends every day trying not to be.

    The weird thing is, the way I've described it, it's as though making comedy is just like psychoanalysis. It's the examination of personality and the discovery of deep-seated issues and flaws. So why are the clowns so sad? They live in therapy... don't they? I guess it's because comedy is only halfway to therapy. There's recognition of problems, but there's no repair. And as a comedian, why would you want to repair it? You'd lose all your material, wouldn't you?

    Chasing the Sun.

    We are all in hot pursuit of happiness.

    As I mentioned earlier, I've been doing some editing work for a psychology centre. It's not your standard type of shrink's office. It's a positive psychology centre and it's devoted to "the science of happiness", which sounded a bit new-agey to me when I heard it, but the ideas at its heart are deeply important.

    As a depression sufferer, I know what it's like to feel as though happiness is unattainable. As though my life is without purpose. As though I'm wasting my time by simply getting up in the mornings. And, as an atheist, I don't have the comfort of "God will provide" or the threat of "suicides will burn". So I know how easy it is just to forget how to smile.

    It's been a while since I've written properly about mental health. Last year I focused on treatments for depression for a while, but naturally as I've recovered I haven't wanted to dwell on it. (Yeah, shush, this is me in non-depressive mode. I will never be a kiddy show host, but at least now I don't cry every day.)

    So, reading about the psychology of happiness has inspired me to take a new look at mental health. There are lots of things that are believed to improve our happiness, but it's worth taking a closer look. If you trust your intuition to guide you to happy, you may find yourself shockingly wrong. In a 2004 TED talk, Dan Gilbert asked his audience which situation would make them happier: winning the national lottery or becoming a paraplegic. I mean, which would you pick? He then showed them the real data. One year after winning the lottery or one year after becoming paraplegic, people's reported happiness is exactly the same.

    Click through to watch the whole talk if you've got a spare twenty minutes, but otherwise simply know this: happiness is not about luck. Happiness is the best way to feel about what life presents to us. And if we don't have to live charmed lives to be happy, then surely we can create our own happiness, no matter what our circumstances.

    I'm gonna write more, but it's crazy late now. Watch this space, my darlings.

    Tuesday, April 5, 2011

    Virtual Mantelpiece.

    Hey y'all.

    Just a quick Etsy-related post today, to talk about the pointless but addictive art of treasury listing.

    On Etsy, you can create galleries of sale items and present them all together with some caption about how they are thematically linked. Like, "here is sixteen things that are blue", and so on.

    I've made a few of these babies now. One of my main intentions with this is to create connections between the Australian shops. There are a decent number of Australian sellers on Etsy but there's no real sense of connection between them. I know it's the internet and distance doesn't matter, but I'd still kind of like to feel a more substantial Australian presence on the site.

    So, here are some of my lists (click to see them properly on Etsy):

    Autumn in Australia

    Golden Moments

    Australian Waters

    How Very Queer

    Yes. Somebody needs to get a real job.

    Anyway, since this is a good way of laying out things attractively and making them look purchaseable, here are two lists of things that are my things, which you should buy, because look - colour-coordinated!

    Blue Ellipse

    Red and Gold

    Wow, what great stuff. Look at all that great, reasonably-priced stuff.

    Sunday, April 3, 2011

    Songs of Praise.

    I think John Lennon was a prophet.

    The fact is, music is now becoming more powerful - in the society in which I live - than religion. More people attend concerts than attend church. More money is spent on music than on religious worship. More people identify themselves by the music that touches them than by the system of faith they hold.

    It's said that John Lennon claimed the Beatles were bigger than Jesus.

    What he really said was
    Christianity will go. It will vanish and shrink. I needn't argue with that; I'm right and I will be proved right. We're more popular than Jesus now; I don't know which will go first - rock and roll or Christianity.
    America ruptured with indignation and forced an apology out of him, but whatever. He was right. Maybe Christianity won't disappear utterly, but we don't need it anymore. We have other things to believe in, and religion is dying.

    It couldn't happen in America - not yet - but the Prime Minister of Australia is an open atheist. My circles of friendship are almost entirely non-religious. Most of those who were schooled in faith as children (Muslims, Christians and Jews) have either rejected it entirely or moved away from a structured belief system and toward an anti-prescriptive deism.

    And I'm not saying this is a good thing - it is and it isn't - but more young people today are taking their social, political and moral cues from music artists than from any high-status preacher of faith-based virtues. Musicians, for better or worse, are our prophets now.

    I'm not calling John Lennon a martyr. He was shot by a crazy person. But it's not his death that defines him, is it?

    Saturday, April 2, 2011

    The Refugees of Women's Lib.

    Some people think that feminism has gone too far.

    Some of those people are idiotic gender separatists who can't see the difference between what they want and what every woman wants.

    Some of those people are narrow-minded conservatives who have fond feelings about an imagined ideal past.

    And some of them are the dew-eyed refugees of the Women's Liberation movement: men.

    Here's the thing. Women have moved forward plenty. They've got the vote, a wider range of clothing options, a wider range of career opportunities, a balanced education, Girl Power, ladies' night, maternity leave, sexual harassment laws, confidence in their own abilities, the freedom to make their own choices and own their own destinies.

    Don't mean life is quite perfect, but I can't complain.

    However, men never had a revolution. Sure, they've got rights. But they never actually changed their attitudes about themselves. While women's options have expanded considerably, men still toe the same perimeters of masculinity as they did before. There's still an accepted standard for male behaviour and interests. Like what?

    Like
    boys don't cry
    men are always up for it
    men are brave and invulnerable
    men will fight to defend your honour
    men don't talk, they do
    boys don't care how they look
    men are providers, not nurturers
    boys like boy things
    boys don't understand girl things
    men are big (in every way)
    And, of course, everything that's been appropriated by the gay community is no longer masculine and must be avoided at all costs.

    For many men, this attitude is deeply restrictive - not because they all yearn to open flower shops and talk about their feelings, but because they don't even realise that would be possible. They have grown up entirely on one side of the fence and don't think it's physically possible to get to the other side (whereas we have now located the gate).

    At the same time, the western world is becoming utterly overrun with women. Women are rife in the streets. You gotta make space for it. You're still expected to lift heavy things for girls, but they're allowed to get offended if you offer. There are support groups for all kinds of women in all kinds of circumstances - rape survivors, domestic abuse survivors, single mothers, women who choose to be the home-oriented half of a single-income family.

    And yet... I was reading a Sydney Morning Herald article, Do Men Get A Rough Deal?, and found this in the comment section:
    I agree with the sentiments of the article in relation to my experience of breast cancer, which is more of a "woman's" disease. The same year my husband was diagnosed with mesothelioma [cancer of the organ linings - commonly develops from exposure to asbestos]... a "man's" cancer... I was absolutely inundated with assistance while he was given a year to live and left to get on with it.
    This is such a sad situation. Empowered women have gathered the resources to become vocal about suffering and really do something about it, yet men still have some strange outmoded notion that they have to keep a stiff upper lip and bear it out.

    Of course, all this is reminding me of Fight Club. How could it not? Fight Club opens as the narrator is attending "Remaining Men Together", a support group for survivors of testicular cancer. These men have given in to a woman-dominated society (by attending a support group) and literally lost their balls.

    Fight Club is the story of a world run by women. Everyone is polite and supportive. The doctor prescribes natural remedies. The boss is concerned about which shade of blue will send the right message. And into this wilting world steps Tyler Durden, The Man Himself, and revives masculinity through violence, silence (you don't talk about fight club) and the destruction of this tidy compartmentalised society.

    Is this really what men are afraid of? Are they really, really scared that if they let themselves share in what once belonged only to women, they will become meek castrated slaves in need of some apocalyptic saviour?

    “People are confusing equal opportunities with equal outcomes", says Catherine Hakim, prominent sociologist and proponent of preference theory. She's talking about women's rights and choices, but she could just as easily be talking about men's. Just because you can be a stay-at-home daddy doesn't mean you hafta. Just because you can wear fun pretty pastels doesn't mean you hafta.

    But listen to me. You do yourself a disservice by refusing to consider a whopping 50% of your options in life. I'm currently helping to edit a site for a new psychology centre, and one of their concerns is that men often resist counselling because it isn't seen as a "manly" solution to problems. (You can read about it on this page, When Men Say No.)

    Sometimes I wish it were possible to wash away the damage caused by generations of gender-profiling, so that we could just for a moment see ourselves as people and make our choices based on what's truly best for us.

    The point is, it's a choice.

    Paintball.