Saturday, September 04, 2010

Time to Grow Up

It’s like watching Nero fiddle as Rome burns.  After years of deregulation, our government flounders in the face of an astounding economic collapse and responds with a combination of disbelief and helplessness.  Congress authorizes unimaginable sums with which to address the crisis but nothing seems to work.

Meanwhile, the institutions that colluded with borrowers to create this mess turn to taxpayers–many of them the selfsame people who have been so poorly served–for a bailout.  “Never mind,” the financiers say, “that we foolishly lent money, created byzantine packages in which we passed unsustainable mortgages on to each other, and paid our CEO’s obscene amounts.  Just never mind all that.  We need help–and we need it now!”

Following their lead, automakers, having for years ignored consumer demand for more fuel efficient cars, come to Washington hats in hand to assert they stand at the chasm of bankruptcy not through any fault of their own, but simply as a byproduct of the current global train wreck.  Narcissistic CEO’s arrive, each in a private jet, to plead their case before a skeptical Congress.

There is, believe it or not, more than one upside to all this.  First of all, with a new government that shows promise of a mature approach, we may be able to compel changes that benefit the electorate (upgraded mass transit, sensible lending regulations, infrastructure construction) and begin to get the stampeding influence of special interests under control.

Just as important, perhaps this crisis will impel us to reassess our personal values and expectations and provide the motivation to grow up.  While the flagrant poor judgment and excesses of those who wield financial and political power are stunning, the fact is that many Americans have lapsed into a stagnant immaturity.  How else to explain the rash of bad decisions that led millions to purchase homes they couldn’t afford, charge up thousands of dollars for discretionary buys, and neglect to save for that proverbial rainy day, thereby creating conditions that produced the current deluge?

Why this has happened doesn’t matter.  the causes are many and complex.  What’s important is to recognize the characteristics of maturity and grow in that direction.  Maturity is one of those words that take on different meanings for each of us, but the basic qualities include . . .

  • the ability to delay gratification
  • the foresight to identify likely outcomes of a decision
  • freedom from irrational prejudice
  • acceptance of those with whom we disagree
  • the willingness to understand and consider different points of view
  • the confidence to engage in independent thought
  • the ability to admit mistakes–and change course if that makes sense
  • the willingness to act in the best interest of others
  • self-knowledge and self-acceptance

The list could go on and on.  What else would you add?  How would you measure up?


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Grown-Ups in the White House

There’s been a whole lot of hype about the coming arrival of kids in the White House. I like kids as well as the next person—and find the Obama girls charming and vivacious—but I’m much more excited by the prospect of having a real grown-up set the tenor of our national dialogue again.

Long before the current outgoing administration took power, I had noticed a decline in the quality of both discourse and social interaction as I went through the most mundane activities of my day.  And in both those arenas—the way we talk and the way we treat each other—it seemed many had lapsed into a frightening mindlessness that looks alarmingly like simple immaturity.

Immaturity, in other words, seemed to pervade not only the highest levels of government, but society as a whole.  What happened politically during the last eight years was both a reflection of our current decline and a catalyst for further juvenile behavior.

As we’re led by a thoughtful, articulate commander, I hope that old adage that “a high tide raises all boats” proves to be true and we all become improved versions of ourselves.  It will be better for all of us personally, better for the country as a whole, and better for our kids.          



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November 18, 2008 | Filed Under politics | Leave a Comment 

Taking the Back Roads

Preparing for a road trip from San Diego to Sedona several years ago, I studied a map and saw that I could easily take freeways almost all the way.  Doing so, however, would take me through Phoenix at the height of the afternoon rush.  

An alternate route, more direct and less traveled, cut north from I-10 several miles west of the city.  There were drawbacks, of course, chief among them miles and miles of two-lane roads with the attendant risk of getting stuck behind slow-moving traffic, difficult to pass.

Traveling solo and feeling adventurous, however, I chose the latter route and was rewarded in unexpected ways.  The previous month had been stressful.  My husband, already ill for many years, had contracted pneumonia and, during his hospitalization, had started dialysis which he would continue until the end of his life.  By the time of my trip a few days after Christmas, he had returned home and was being cared for by our live-in helper.  The journey was an opportunity for me to decompress after dealing with what seemed an endless round of doctors, therapists, and insurance personnel.

I had looked upon the drive as a necessary burden—just a way of getting from Point A with its attendant responsibilities to Point B where I could relax while I visited extended family.  Instead, as I abandoned I-10—multi-laned with a 75 mph limit and hordes of semi’s—the travel became part of the therapy.

I found myself on a winding, mountainous byway.  As I gained altitude and slowed—the  better to maneuver the hairpin curves—patches of snow began to appear along the roadside, the scent of pines permeated the air, and two deer gazed incuriously as I rounded a bend.  I felt my burdens lifting as a crooning John Denver provided soundtrack for the scene. 

At twilight . . .another unexpected delight: Jerome, Arizona.  I had heard the name but knew nothing of this tiny town, perched on a plunging mountainside in defiance of gravity.  As I approached, the road narrowed even more improbably.  Having long since given myself over to this road-trip experience, I slowed again to drink in the scene.  Holiday lights twinkled in simple displays reminiscent of less extravagant times.  Enchanting, magical: Those were the only words I could find to describe what I saw and felt.  

It’s not often we adults feel so transported.  The back roads: I highly recommend them.                  



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November 9, 2008 | Filed Under mental health | Leave a Comment 

I’m Not Sweetie, Are You?

As I walk up to the camera counter, the clerk completes a transaction.  “Be right with you, sweetie,” she sings. 

Later, after I deposit money at the bank, the teller chirps, “Thank you, Marjorie.  Have a good trip.”

And as I make my way to the airline check-in counter, the woman ahead of me launches a conversation.  “Love your shoes, dear,” she says.  “Where on earth did you find them?”

Those three encounters are examples of one of my pet peeves—the growing use of familiar terms of address by people I don’t know and, more to the point, who don’t know me.  This practice has become so pervasive that I’d begun to ignore my annoyance until I came across an article dealing with the belittling effects of such words. 

People who know me well would never mistake me for someone who’s either sweet or dear (not usually anyway), and I’ve never been called Marjorie, having gone straight from Marjie to Marj, as I aged out of the diminutive. 

I can’t be the only person on the planet who finds this somewhat offensive.  To those who, with the best of intentions, use those forms of address I’d like to suggest it’s entirely possible to speak to strangers without them.

Let’s all try it.   



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November 1, 2008 | Filed Under relationships | Leave a Comment