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One of the things I like about Word Press is that our posts can generate some great discussion. Unlike many other social media pages where, on occasion (ok, all too frequently) I see many hateful exchanges.
A couple of days ago a post of mine generated some great discussion on how governments and local communities attempt to shape social behavior. The idea behind this is to favor what is usually considered the betterment of the whole community or the country at large.
Of course, this begs the questions, “Who gets to decide what’s best for everybody?” And “Just because it’s best for everybody (if it really is), why should I be compelled to do it.”
It’s a balancing of interests.
So, I’m back to some of my favorite ramblings – terminology. Only this time with a little bit of a political twist.
While I do have a political section on my blog, I have elected not to fill it with much. Just too much divisiveness out there right now. But I don’t consider this piece to really be the subject of irrational argument. I’m merely puzzling over societal manipulation in one of its many forms, and how it is branded and sold.
That “form” is called “social policy.” And you may not really realize just how pervasive this is used to shift behavior or the reasoning behind the social engineering in all cases. But how does one brand this stuff to make it more socially acceptable?
You call it something like “Libertarian Paternalism.” And then invent the definition for it. To make it palatable.
For starters, here’s an example of social policy. The government places a high tax on cigarettes and tobacco. This has a two-fold goal. It is hoped that by making tobacco products expensive that some people will stop smoking and get healthier. The other side of the coin is that if they don’t stop smoking then revenue has been generated with the tax to help pay for the negative health effects created that the government ultimately has to pay to treat. And to pay for the other societal costs as well, like lost productivity.
I have no idea what the numbers are now, but last I checked, someone died a smoking-related death in this country every ten seconds.
Well, that tax on tobacco is a very direct social policy means at addressing a problem when it’s understood that people don’t always make rational choices. Nor do they make choices that are good for society as a whole. Perhaps because we’ve really emphasized the individual in this country. And, of course, in this particular case, addiction can certainly override rational choice.
And that particular tax (social policy) doesn’t require a fancy label to disguise it in any way. Nor does a tax on gasoline. We all know what these taxes are for. Although people will probably scream if a tax is placed on cheeseburgers tomorrow.
Which brings us back to the label at the heart of today’s discussion, what the hell is Libertarian Paternalism?
In a sense, all social policies are a form of paternalism with the government, either local or national, or even with private interests, trying to elicit certain behavior. Paternalism, however, runs completely counter to the idea of being libertarian, a philosophy embracing total freedom of choice, the right to live one’s life anyway one sees fit, with only one exception. That exception is that any given persons’ choice or action cannot impede on the equal right of another. “In the libertarian view, all human relationships should be voluntary; the only actions that should be forbidden by law are those that involve the initiation of force against those who have themselves used force – actions like murder, rape, robbery, kidnapping, and fraud.”
Libertarian Paternalism is the idea (or fiction, depending on how you view it) “that it is both possible and legitimate for private and public institutions to affect behavior while also respecting freedom of choice, . . .”
So, what’s an example of a social policy hiding behind the label of libertarian paternalism? Retirement.
Yes, it seems people do not put enough money away for retirement. And society, or at least a portion of our society, is concerned with this for a couple of reasons. First society (or government and private interest groups) wants to minimize the number of people it has to help support through government action, and secondly, businesses need people to have buying power. It does no good for a business to produce goods, if a large sector of society (retirees) has no money to buy them.
It’s about them dollars.
Under libertarian paternalism, people are given a “nudge” to shape their behavioral economics.
So in this case, an employer would automatically enroll it’s employees in a 401K plan like a good parent would. But in order to claim that a libertarian freedom of choice of action is still present, the employer provides an “opt out” provision. Of course, the employee is strongly discouraged from exercising that provision, or may not be told about it.
The so-called “nudge” is supposed to push people towards choices they would make had they not been afflicted with “cognitive and volitional frailties.” In other not so pleasant terms, this form of paternalism, as most all are, operates under the assumption that we individuals are too stupid to do what is best for us.
So what do you think? Are we really too stupid to make rational economic decisions? Should government and private employers step in to make them for us? Are such types of societal manipulation truly maintaining a libertarian view of independent choice? Or should the government and private entities simply bug off and let the chips fall where they may?
Postscript: I bring up the topic of social policy (or manipulation) at this juncture in time because of the current crisis facing us with the global pandemic. You might find it interesting to observe what policies and actions are put in place by the government and by the private sector to influence behavior, and think about what the motives are for shaping particular changes in behavior. There may be things going on that are much deeper than just the appearance of an interest in promoting public health.
Photo: The US Capitol with a bit of photo fun. I took this pic back in 1995 when I joined a protest march for safe nursing staffing.
I was on a pretty good writing streak for the last half of October and into November, but Thanksgiving this year has brought some new challenges and disruptions and we’ll see where the Universe is going to take me now. Still plenty to be thankful for.
So, what’s the new chaos??
And I suppose you could call this Part 9 of my series on marriage and divorce, because separating from my last wife is what placed me in the environment that spawned the challenges I now face. A product of many factors, but economics was one of the primary triggers.
Not that I couldn’t survive monetarily, but the loss of assets lead me to the house I would end up in, and that would lead me to a different type of deterioration.
I was the charge nurse for a general surgical floor and you might say that things were a bit hazardous. That’s actually putting it mildly. You might have less risk of harm bungee jumping off the Kawarau Bridge in New Zealand with rubber bands wrapped around your ankles than receiving patient care under these circumstances.
Between sundown to sunup, just what would the body count be?
Working on the night shift meant that in addition to myself and a LPN, my staff was composed of a rotating group of five or six graduate nurses still waiting to see if they passed State Boards. They weren’t licensed, but the hospital let them practice as though they were. This small band of ragtag, inexperienced, semi-educated, youngsters and I had to take care of forty-nine very, very sick, post-op surgical patients.
We had twenty-four patients on cardiac monitors, and I was the only RN on duty and the only nurse certified in the reading and interpretation of EKGs. I was the only nurse on that shift for that ward with any length of experience. In addition to supervising my grads and ensuring their patients’ safety, I had to take a full load of my own patients. And based on the hospital’s patient acuity system, each nurse would routinely be assigned 14 to 16 hours of patient care to deliver in an 8-hour shift.
I worked those shifts at a full gallop. And once the graduate nurses got their licenses, they would move on to other units and other shifts and be replaced by another group of graduates. Thus, the five to six-month cycle of rotating bodies. This always left me with a staff of inexperienced nurses who needed constant supervision and on-the-job training.
Crazy and dangerous as this was, we also had conflicting and distracting interpersonal situations to deal with during work hours because of the many doctor-nurse relationships. It was quite a simmering stew of young women mixed with older, rich, prestigious men.
Soap opera and reality combined to form some pretty insane chemistry experiments. Anything you can imagine, from nurses having “quickies” in the treatment room, to giving doctors blow-jobs in the bath room. It was safe to say that there were more than just the patients’ body secretions floating about on the ward.
How long would a patient have to wait to get their call-light answered . . .
** For those of you enjoying my series “To Have and To Hold,” have no fear, more chapters still to come. But today I traveled down a different avenue . . .
I’m sure most of us can remember when we first passed our driver’s test and received our driver’s license. Teen years have their unique set of crazy memories as we plowed through milestone after milestone, but one of the biggest, if not the biggest, for us kids in America is that rite of passage into the driving community. Why?
Because that translates immediately into FREEDOM!
Freedom from our homes, from our parents, from the doldrums.
We have gone mobile, and we can visit friends, head off to the movies, or just show off and cruise around town. And this usually means going on a real date with someone too.
Provided we have gas. And a car, of course. And that means money, we have to have money.
This provides an incentive for work, because we have to pay for everything associated with our ride’s upkeep, or at least those of us who were not spoiled did. We had to work for these things. But it’s totally worth it. This is a big step towards breaking entirely free into our independent existence where we make our own rules.
I do whatever I want now! My home. My car. My rules. Right? At least so far as those rules don’t run too far astray from the rest of society’s rules.
I remember in my first semester of law school being in property class. One of my fellow students was answering the professor’s question. They grilled us pretty hard. The Socratic Method. My classmate made an error. They had said,
“Well, that’s not fair!”
My instructor paused for a moment. Chuckled. And then replied. “I was wondering how long it would be before someone used the ‘F’ word. If you’re going to argue that something is not ‘fair,’ then you have to tell me why it is not ‘legally fair’.”
I listed a couple of my disclaimers in yesterday’s intro into this series, but I better cover them here as well:
My writings on this topic will be based upon a mix of personal experience and my experience as an attorney.
All opinions are my own, and it is not my intent to upset anyone in any way or feed into any stereotypes or traditional prejudices that people may have.
None of us can have a full understanding of what other folks are doing, or what’s in their minds, their perspectives, what they were taught, what their intentions are, or why events in their lives may have unfolded the way they did.
Obviously, since I’m a male, you will be hearing a male perspective, but I’ve tried to balance that and be as objective as possible. For those following my blog, you may remember I did a series on being “Woke” where I discussed gender roles and patriarchy, and I tried to provide a balanced discussion in that series as well.
Also, readers may span different generations and have been taught completely different things and may approach love, sex, and marriage in completely different ways than prior generations. Or they may come from a different cultural base that treats relationships completely different than from the way they are treated in this country. One of my blogging friends just this morning introduced a different term for this discussion – the “bonded pair,” and I like that because it encompasses much more than a single concept.
I have edited parts of my articles to remove personal observations that some might find objectionable. It is not always easy for people to look in the mirror, or into the mirror I’m holding. I’m trying to respect that. But those observations may come out once comments begin.
Everyone will have their views, and I hope you will share yours with me frankly – trust me, I won’t be offended.
All that being said, let’s dive into some myths. Even at the risk of my own embarrassment. :-0
Blogging is an interesting pastime.
For many of us, it’s a way to hone our skills as writers and explore a whole range of topics. It can even be a testing ground for materials we wish to write about, like a future book, or for just good old-fashioned storytelling.
For some, it’s even a way to make a living.
Well, yesterday, one of my blogging friends asked me to address a particular topic. Marriage. And to do so from the perspective of a father giving advice to a son that is of marriage age or is considering marriage. He wants to hear the “truth.”
And I can certainly do this, but I fear it may be a bit controversial.
Now that I’m retired, I’ve been sharing time, and stories, with my fellow retirees. I can tell you one thing in common between us. We are all much happier than we were during the days of our productive employment, even if we were working on one of those lofty, feel-good, society-serving, professional pathways. Things are much better now.
Simply put, we have a lot less crap to deal with.
And the people we used to work with often stymied our ability to live up to our maximum potential, or to serve our target population to that full potential.
We fought the good-fight, but we didn’t often win.
And now that I’m retired, I keep seeing a billion articles about retirement and what resources you need to retire plastered all over the Internet. I’m seeing these as a result of targeted ads, I’m sure, but if you stop and read any of these posts the common wisdom you can derive is that neither I, nor any of my retired friends, could possibly afford being out of the workforce.
We all must be starving to death.
It’s that time of year again. The days are growing shorter, the weather colder. Too cold for the moment.
It seems winter’s breath has arrived early this year.
Time when we’re forced indoors. To hibernate. Or cook stews, perhaps.
This is also the time of year when I start thinking about getting off my ass and finishing that book I started many years ago.
A stew of its own . . .
Feeling unworthy can lead to a premature death – a death rooted in despair . . .
Back in January 2018, I wrote a piece called “Balance,” where I began collecting economic statistics for the US.
I’ve been updating it from time to time and my last update was on January 27, 2019. You see, if you start looking at actual numbers, instead of listening to politicians’ drivel, you will get a better sense for the economic struggle that many Americans face. You will also get an idea about how the 1%ers do everything they can to shape the laws to keep them in their elevated class and keep everyone else below them.