Most of our interactions with other people are regulated by deep-down protocols that we're socialized into — if someone cuts into a queue ahead of you, we don't pull out a stone axe and take care of the problem, we either roll our eyes and acquiesce or we complain verbally and get other people to shame the interloper. It's relatively harmless. We go to work, and maybe you share an office with annoying jerks (of course you do, we all do), but we don't go on a rampage and fight the boss for dominance, so we can purge the tribe of the ones we detest, who borrow our stapler and don't give it back — no, we grumble and accommodate and cope somehow, and maybe try to work our way into a better position with social networking.
The rules of the game are simple - you have been selected as the Director of a newly endowed research institute. It is your job to decide where the institute will be based, its codes of conduct, its structure, and who you will hire.
A look at the dash shows both car companies are learning you have to make your dash look nice. People want to see lit-up widgets on their dash they same as they have loaded onto their iGoogle homepage or on to their Windows 7 desktop (do you hear me Chevy?).
I thought I'd give this one hands down to the Ford. If you've been looking at the new line of Fords (Focus, Taurus) you'll see they've done a lot of work in redesigning the "view" from the driver's seat, and to great effect. But here I think the Fit just looks cooler. Maybe it's the blue, maybe the lights are brighter, it just looks a little nicer.
The final consideration for a car is of course the price. Lowest trim hatchbacks of both (remember the Ford offers a slightly cheaper sedan) left the tally at Fit-$14,900 and Fiesta-$15,120. Certainly not much of a difference, clearly both cars are aiming for the same demographic and the same price range here.
In conclusion, I personally think the Fit has an edge in looks; both interior and exterior. But the mileage of the Fiesta can not be argued with. Since they're priced the same, and horsepower and torque are pretty much the same, I'd have to leave the deciding factor up to a test drive. Maybe next year.
|Head room (front)||40.4||39.1|
|Leg room (front)||41.3||42.2|
|Shoulder room (front)||52.7||52.7|
|Hip room (front)||51.5||49|
But even with the generators, you can't run air conditioners - only fans at best. So you talk to Iraqis and they just talk about how miserable it is and how it is so difficult for the elderly, the young, or the sick. And now that security has improved in much of the country, people are rightly asking: Why can't you fix this?
If you want to get a bead on the state of feminism these days, look no further than the ubiquitous pop star Lady Gaga.
The tension in Gaga's self-presentation, far from being idiosyncratic or self-contradictory, epitomizes the situation of a certain class of comfortably affluent young women today. There's a reason they love Gaga. On the one hand, they have been raised to understand themselves according to the old American dream, one that used to be beyond women's grasp: the world is basically your oyster, and if you just believe in yourself, stay faithful to who you are, and work hard and cannily enough, you'll get the pearl. On the other hand, there is more pressure on them than ever to care about being sexually attractive according to the reigning norms.
Of course, the more successful the embodiment, the less obvious the analytic part is. And since Gaga herself literally embodies the norms that she claims to be putting pressure on (she's pretty, she's thin, she's well-proportioned), the message, even when it comes through, is not exactly stable.
If there's anything that feminism has bequeathed to young women of means, it's that power is their birthright. Visit an American college campus on a Monday morning and you'll find any number of amazingly ambitious and talented young women wielding their brain power, determined not to let anything — including a relationship with some needy, dependent man — get in their way. Come back on a party night, and you'll find many of these same girls (they stopped calling themselves "women" years ago) wielding their sexual power, dressed as provocatively as they dare, matching the guys drink for drink — and then hook-up for hook-up.
Lady Gaga idealizes this way of being in the world. But real young women, who, as has been well documented, are pressured to make themselves into boy toys at younger and younger ages, feel torn. They tell themselves a Gaga-esque story about what they're doing. When they're on their knees in front of a worked-up guy they just met at a party, they genuinely do feel powerful — sadistic, even. After all, though they don't stand up and walk away, they in principle could. But the morning after, students routinely tell me, they are vulnerable to what I've come to call the "hook-up hangover." They'll see the guy in the quad and cringe. Or they'll find themselves wishing in vain for more — if not for a prince (or a vampire, maybe) to sweep them off their feet, at least for the guy actually to have programmed their number into his cell phone the night before. When the text doesn't come, it's off to the next party.
It's tough because women should feel free to be as sexual as they want to be. That it's no longer a man's domain to enjoy sex and be promiscuous. But at the same time, being convinced that this is some kind of power when it might well be making them feel empty or used doesn't seem like feminism to me.
Bauer goes on to discuss Jean-Paul Sartre and being both an object and a subject, and unable to reconcile the two. Then she brings up Simone de Beauvoir (whom Bauer has a published book on Simone de Beauvoir, Philosophy, and Feminism.)
When it comes to her incredibly detailed descriptions of women's lives, Beauvoir repeatedly stresses that our chances for happiness often turn on our capacity for canny self-objectification. Women are — still — heavily rewarded for pleasing men. When we make ourselves into what men want, we are more likely to get what we want, or at least thought we wanted.
It's not a short opinion piece, and the inclusion of Lady Gaga might make you think it's some useless pop culture reflection either praising her or shaming her. But Bauer does neither, and teases you with a few philosophers to give you a taste of analyzing the self-objectification vs power in today's society. For my own part I can picture these young women. I work with some of these women; walking the fine line of acting in a way that makes them feel free and powerful but also succumbing to visual standards and confusing power with objectification. I don't think Bauer or any self-labelled feminist would tell these women they are doing any wrong either way. The road they walk is not one where walking a certain path will give them the power they want. They can only try to achieve some satisfaction in making choices for them and not for somebody else. But we can't be holding up our women to impossible standards (the virgin/whore complex) or expect them to always be happy with the limited set of choices they are being given. I'm not a philosopher (Dammit Jim...) but I think Bauer captures this dichotomy pretty well in a relatively short opinion piece. I hope the inclusion of a pop culture icon means more women are reading this and feeling less guilty or abused over the decisions they've had to make. I think the message in the article is more empowering than anything Lady Gaga is doing.
- Will sit there patiently listening to you but not actually listening to you.
- Want your attention when you're just falling asleep or just waking up.
- Need to be coddled every now and then when they've had a rough day.
- Think most of the bed/couch/chair belong to them.
- Start to get grumpy and noisy if they are not fed.
- Love to have new toys, but may spend more time playing with the wrapping.
- Can entertain themselves for most of the day.
- Appreciates things about you nobody else does; like your body heat.
- Perfectly happy just to lay around the house with you.
- Will sometimes kill bugs for you.
But not surprising. I do work for an engineering company, I know how the "this won't happen to us" mentality is there, how the most inexpensive solutions are looked for, how it's about putting out little fires and ass covering and not about making big improvements ahead of time or seeing little problems before they become big problems. Probably a symptom of corporate america (capitalism?) moreso than engineers. Just goes to show engineers are people too, and no smarter than your retarded mortgage banker or your SEC regulator or your Ivy league educated Presidents (pick any). And I'm no chemical engineer, and certainly can't comment on the validity of their solutions or the timetable or anything. But tip of the hat to Evil HR Lady for this great video:
Any day now they're going to figure me out. I have what you might call imposter syndrome. But not so much about work anymore. I've decided not to care if they think I'm competent or smart. Because who cares. The way they pay me would seem to imply they don't so what the hell should I worry about that anyways.
No I'm worried somebody's going to figure out I'm not a real adult. I do all these things on the outside that make it seem that way, but honestly I'm just faking. Sure I own a house, I work a full time job, and I just finished up my last final exam for the quarter.
But I'm worried someone's going to walk into my house and find the kitchen a mess. It's Thursday and we're out of spoons again. Or see my table covered in two months worth of mail. The threadmill's got blankets on it and hasn't been used since January. I've only eaten vegetables once this week. But instead of fixing it all I can do is wait in fear that someone's going to figure me out.