Sunday, 26 July 2015

Crack the glass floor - the social divide

I was reading an article which makes the claim that stupid wealthy kids had more of an opportunity to get into well paid jobs than their smarter lower class equivalents.  This was the findings of a study by The Social Mobility and Child Poverty Commission (SMCP), which has become termed the glass floor effect. It's interesting to call it a glass floor, a bit like the glass ceiling which prevents women from achieving higher success than they should. Glass must mean it is invisible but it's there, this glass however is probably toughened and even bullet proof. Such a glass floor or glass ceiling means social stereotypes remain valid stereotypes.  The parents of such stupid children have an advantage because of their social status and their money.  The findings are:

  • They invest time and resources in their children's education.
  • Better careers advice and guidance.
  • Ability to move to the right catchment area to enable choice of school.
  • Giving their children self confidence, making them resilient and guidance on how to lead.  
  • The use of informal social networks to help their children into work.
  • Help with unpaid internships.
In reading a press release it states there were a lot of soft skill sets which wealthier parents were able to instil their children.  When looking at these skill sets there are all basically psychological.  Self confidence, is perhaps one of the most valuable items an individual can have when needing to present themselves especially in an interview situation.  Without this what comes across is a train wreck of nerves. However, lower class and working class families do not always have this skill because they are so overly involved in making ends meet. The most predominant item on their radar is just being able to survive.  It is true there is a working poor in the UK, who just about live with the help of government subsidies in the form of  Working and Child Tax credits.  A support which is needed because wages are kept low, because labour is common in an employers market and because the skills needed to do a job are not what they have.  Being confident also means being able to be calm and collected when giving an answer to a question. Performance anxiety is more likely to affect someone who doesn't have self confidence than it does someone who does.

Lets also look at employers.  They clearly want the best employees they can get so they use the interview process and a cursory look at exam grades.  The first hurdle is to be shortlisted for an interview and this is what exam grades can help pass. As well as a competently completed application form. What an employer might look for is a set of grade "A" or grade "B" applications and then disgruard the applicants with grade "C."  They would not be able to see that perhaps some of those applicants who had these lower grades had a lot more to deal with in their family life than those who were advantaged enough to get higher grades.  Such as a manic depressive mother, or an alcoholic father or a parent with a disability and the child being a full time carer, or a large family with siblings where each child just does not get the time and attention needed.  Or being brought up in a household where poverty rules everything and forces choice on the family and especially children.  Opportunity is not afforded to these individuals because they do not get through the selection process. Whether they are motivated or not they must may not have the skill sets and the family support to raise out of their social class.  Some parents will even feel resentment if their children do better than they have done, get a better job or earn more money or get better grades. Their love comes with a barbed tail and spite veiled in what they say and do. Which is great for the self esteem issue as well.  They will deny such behaviours exist, but they would then be liars because I have seen it and experienced it with my own family.

Being lower class doesn't mean you are stupid, but it sure ensures you are at a disadvantage. When your peers think a good time is to sniff glue or get drunk, stealing is a socially acceptable act and rite of passage then the lessons you learn are dictators of your future.  The kids who fight against this  are considered outcasts and may even be bullied. For being different from the pack makes them an easy target. The in-group feel better about themselves and boost their own extraordinarily lacking self esteem. Working and lower class parents just don't have the time to help coach their children. They can't protect them and the bond which comes with small children is a lot easier to form than the bond which is needed to help a teenager become an adult. A teenager who is fighting against the system and fighting to understand who they are, where as those above the glass floor will have a lot more support.

Wealth brings opportunity and life chances.  Middle class kids are likely to have experienced holidays to farther places and had a diversity of life experience the working and lower class kids don't get exposure to, this can be seen in attitudes towards food.  The great frequenters of fast food chains are certainly not going to be rich kids. They will get the vitamins and minerals from foods they eat, so some will either have obesity problems or cases of malnutrition. Something again the more socially advanced families are sure not to have to worry about. Get a child from a working class family and show them a collection of herbs, then ask them to name them.  I bet the results would be startling when compared to the middle and upper classes.

This glass floor ensures not only is the country not run by the brightest people, it ensures the divide of the classes continues and continues in perpetuity.  For it is a strong family, especially one which sticks together where the glass floor which is really a glass ceiling is broken through.  This country we live in is not a meritocracy and this is a fact.

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

Virgin trains no luggage please

It is a known fact, no matter who you are, if you travel by Virgin rail there will be very little space. This company have designed their new Palomino to fit people on and the more they can fit on the merrier. In the older styles trains there are luggage compartments at the entrance of each car, there also happens to be a guards car so if there is no space near the seats luggage can be put here.  There is only one emphasis which Virgin has here and it is to make money. Unfortunately they now have a complete monopoly if you wish to travel by train from London to Scotland the greater proportion of trains will only be Virgin, either east coast or west coast. Although there exists National Rail Conditions of Carriage which you might expect there to be a minimum standard of luggage space provided, there simply is not.  These conditions indicate a passenger can take on a train a piece of hand luggage plus two items of luggage not greater in size than 60 x 70 x 90 cm however this is not the case.  Pun not intended. Were just a handful of passengers to take on their two larger cases of these dimensions then the train becomes difficult to endure. There are times it becomes virtually impossible to get off the train because of the luggage blocking the aisle.  I would of thought such times constituted a health and safety hazard but they don't because if they did the the health and safety inspectorate would of done something about it. Perhaps they have not received enough complaints.

So if you want something done just complain, the more complaints that flood this company, the more protests to MPs and other authorities the more likely eventually some one will think something has to be done. Maybe passengers will bus, drive and fly instead.

Tuesday, 7 July 2015

BB 2015 letters from home task

The letters from home task on BB 2015 for Monday 2nd July 2015 showed a clear divide between the posh and moralists house mates and those with higher values.  We saw Joel ruthlessly pick again on Sam eating her letter and
trying to justify it with a little presumptuous logic. It is funny how Joel had always included the phrase "the moral thing to do" when talking about decision but this time he chose a non moral decision.  Or is it rather the way he did it, without apologising for his actions but justifying them. Whereas we saw Harry pick a red ball and break into tears because she knew someone would not get a chance to hear from home. She ate Jack's letter, and was a right decision in light of Jack previously saying it didn't matter to him if he did not get a letter.  Of course Jack had made the earlier bartered money for some items, i.e. football scores and a cheap jacket and trousers.  After he felt the wrath of Chloe and of other house mates he realised it was a bad decision.  It was a time when it really did test Jack to see if he was true to his word and friendships were more important to him. He managed to reverse his decision which was good news. 

Then we saw Nick get his letter read to him from Danny.  Nick the second rich boy of the house, one who has never worked a day in his life and loves to be an internet troll.   I personally could not understand why Danny chose Nick after Nick had just bought himself a finalist ticket.  We saw Nick  justify to Chloe why he made the decision to swap his nomination place with her.  Regardless his selfishness had broken a social norm for then Harry gave Nick
her opinion on buying a ticket to the final.  Quite rightly
saying if he was not good enough to get through to the final on his own merit he certainly didn't deserve to be there.  Nasty Nick was on his own journey and he had to do the best for himself.  Yet it is the public viewing his actions who will make a decision on him as an individual. Such behaviour we repeatedly see with Posh well to do people who think they own the world and proceed to make money by immoral means.  This reminds me of Lord Freud the ex banker taking a ride in government on the backs of the Tories, he isn't even an elected MP. He certainly should not be in such a position.

BB has gotten more devious and evil as this series has worn on. However, house mates, Chloe, Danny and Harry have shown a moral compass lacking in others. Lets also not forget the easily forgettable Cristian who though not at all entertaining has spoken some wise words and shown he to is morally upstanding.  Each day now as BB creeps to the final things heat up, what dilemma is going to be next, just watch this space.

Thursday, 2 July 2015

BBOTS fake Psychologist

On Big Brother's Bit on the side for 01.07.15. the guest speaker Anna Williamson was annotated as being a Psychologist.  She is not. The extent of her knowledge of psychology is achieving a diploma in counselling for which she has counselled children.  She has not been through seven years of study and then gained chartered status from the British Psychological Society and she does not have the authority to call herself a psychologist. Even though on the show Ryland jumped in with some pop psychology comments and Anna Williamson enjoyed the misleading notion she was a psychologist.

Perhaps it was BBOTS which got this wrong, and wanted to try and get viewers to see Anna as though she has some kind of professional validity. However, Anna is firstly a TV presenter and is so far from being a psychologist it is more likely that aliens actually exist. Channel 5 have been wrongly attributed a title to Anna and in doing so have demeanoured the hard work and professionalism of every real psychologist there is out there.  Every comment she has made on this show is no more than opinion and conjecture something of which we can all give.

Saturday, 20 June 2015

Big Brother 2015

Yet again the devil incarnate in female form is on TV, yes we see Helen Wood twisting discussions as though she is the victim or being talked about. She speaks her mind they say, but hell with a mind and attitude like that she should not reveal what her mind is all about. For it seems she has an inherent paranoid streak when she thinks people are talking about her. Now talk about big ego or what?  The house is divided and unlike last year when she had three or four other housemates making her own cliche this year she doesn't and this year she is having to face more people being explicit to her face telling her they don't like her.  We even see Jack own up to talking to Joel and Helen thinking she owns every conversation in the house. Who the hell does she think she is? It is wonderful to see Brian Bello back for he is such a happy go lucky character and when he one BB it was purely on his beautiful personality. He didn't have a pass card given to him at the start of the show or the bookies voting him in like vulture Helen did. 

It is a pitty Marc can not be nominated this week around because he is included in the Legend's housemate group. The worst thing about this is that Marc has effectively now had two weeks where he has not been subjected to the likelihood of being evicted. Last week was a reverse call by BB to just put someone in the Bunker for a couple of days.  Marc has shown admiration for Helen and this may well be his downfall. He has acted the tosser and always will be the tosser, but now he is a tosser in the company of a psycho bitch who should never of been given any air time in the first place. But still she is here and still he is here.  Both engrossed in their own vanity just as many of the other housemates are, because BB is geared up really for the younger crowd and they love to see a bit of eye candy. However, Helen is a poke your eye out candy or my god I wish I didn't have to see you eye candy.  I will say this, whatever attraction the world sees her in now her full personality has been aired it shows beauty as being skin deep. In her case the skin is pretty thin.  You can see why Marc gets on with her, when they were born they had fallen into the tub which said obnoxious and both liked it so much it added more to her characters.  They are nasty bits of work.  Come next week Marc is definitely going to be up for eviction.

BB has again managed to bring discord into the show. It has cheapened itself by raising the social tendency to bullying yet again on a high profile. Helen is a bully and Marc is a bully these are the kind of people I would prefer to keep my back on and never view in my life. I love the show but not people like this who seem to get a perverse pleasure out of demeaning others.  BB 2015 shame on you.

Sunday, 14 June 2015

David Cameron and the red head prostitute

Cameron was desperate for sex, because his missus just had another headache. So he walks out of Downing Street looking for a prostitute.

On the corner of Soho he finds three prozzies: a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead.
 

To the blonde he said, "I am the Prime Minster, how much would it cost me to spend some time with you? The blonde replied, "Two hundred pounds."
 

To the brunette he posed the same question, and she replied, "One hundred pounds."
 

He then asked the redhead the same question.
 

The redhead replied, "Look Dave, if you can raise my skirt as high as my taxes..... get my knickers as low as my wages... get that thing of yours as hard as the times... keep it as high as the gas and electric prices... keep me warmer than my bedsit... and.. screw me in private the way you do in public, then believe me Dave, it ain't gonna cost you a penny.

Wow says Cameron "economic fiscal recovery is working in the hand of Osborne."

Saturday, 23 May 2015

The value of failure

When a lot younger than I am now, I used to go to school. School I must admit it was a drag, seeming nothing more than a glorified child minding service and in many ways this was true and is true also today.  The class sizes were ridiculous at secondary school (11-16 years age) they were in the region of 30 to 33 pupils each. The school was a state ran which probably says it all.  I went in it and came out of it having failed to achieve a single pass in any of the exams I took. The passing grade was considered to be a C.  Whereas I got 4 Ds and 2 Es, I was unlucky to say the least.  However, saying unlucky is probably something said when not understanding the value of failure. To pass something first time is wonderful, because it is as a result of an accumulated effort, it means you don't have to do the same thing again, you can move onto the next stage in your life. You're happy, elated and over the moon, if you were a cow you'd literally jump over that moon made of cheese, confidence effuses from you like sweat in the sahara desert. Everything momentarily changes and the future looks bright for the future signals opportunity. Whilst failing is a sad thing, it is a heart wrenching thing to feel down and not valued, it knocks self esteem for six.  The emotional down is as low as the emotional high as someone who is successful.  However, it is your personal mindset which determines where your life is going to end up.

In them olden days youth were judged by the number of O levels they had when leaving school.  If you succeeded in getting between 4 and 6 O levels a good job was awaiting around the corner. I had none, looking for work and getting a job was difficult. I ended up being unemployed for a year. It was the worst time of my life, nearly every penny of my benefit money was given up as keep money so I was a pauper.  My mother lived off state benefits and had no connections.  My step father was mentally ill after a break down from the burden of debt my mother put him into.  She then managed to kick him out of the house and get rid of him by divorcing.  He was a simple man and didn't know how to read.  When I looked around me and compared myself to others I had a lot of resentment and hate.  I could see people going to work in the morning and I knew I could do their jobs, I had brains but they weren't shown through passing exams.   I knew there was more to me than joblessness and depression.  Depression and poverty in a family setting is debilitating. It was a desperate time to say the least and there was no help coming from home or family.

When I tried looking for jobs employers asked for experience, but I had no experience so didn't attempt to apply.  Somehow as if by luck I managed to get to work in a shoe shop, it was from there my working life began. As for the term "career" this is a word I despise, because it assumes you have connections and gateways and opportunities, those who can use this term are a breed of human being outside of my own small circle.  Just like the term "apprentice" which must of been a word careers advisers talked about, I never heard of anyone who managed to get on of these posts.  If they did it was well known they to would of been on shit wages.  Yet even being an apprentice would of been doing something with my life, it would of meant being occupied and feeling good about doing something. The value of work is a boundless thing it is more than just the money gained at the end of the month.

Something happened to me because I still wanted to get a job in an office, I had enough of working with the general public of being forced to ask them if they would like a polish or cleaner with their shoes.  I hated targets and the atmosphere the British Shoe Corporation management.  It was clear, hit your target be good or we will sack you.  Only if all staff had a bad day and didn't hit their targets did they accept it had been a bad day.  Blame it on the weather.  Like come on, it's a shop, people choose to walk in or not, and certain ethnic groupings who walked in our shop were not going to purchase polish or cleaners at all, they could barely speak English. The thing that happened to me was always there. It was ambition, ambition to be recognised and accepted in society for not being a failure and it was as though failing exams and having a shit job is how you are measured. It was then over a period of about fifteen years or more I went to evening classes with no exam passes and ending up with a degree and a post graduate degree.  My education cost money, time and a long term perseverance which had been acquired from learning the lesson of failure.  At work I then learnt the lesson of dead man's shoes which hangs in the air like a solid cake which you could eat, except it is as hard as rock and you're likely to lose a few teeth if you do try and take a bite.

I come from a part of society which would call themselves working class, or common.  I am not technically a cockney but close to it. The mark of people from my group is how they speak and use the English language. There used to be a lot of slang in it but there is not so much now. As time has gone past when I hear people who take on a strong cockney like accent it makes me think they have chosen to stay where they are in life and not to improve themselves. They have accepted from a young age what they will be like and carry on down that same road, not changing or doing anything different with their life.  This is not to say some of them have not been successful, for they can be it's just they chose to stay in a mindset which they don't want to move away from.

To fail at anything is probably the most important lesson a person can learn from, it has such value and can be so character building I can not state in words adequate to describe.  Then what it takes is guts and determination to come through failure and learn and to still carry on despite everything else which pops up to pull you down.  A funny thing though is watching programmes like the X factor or Britain's got talent and hearing stories of people who have had difficult lives and how by being a  success at singing or some other talent they have their life will change.  These sob stories become a pain to listen to and in the back of your mind or not your shouting at the TV "come off it mate, get on and sing." It is as those such persons are doing the best to get the sympathy vote rather than to showcase their talent.  I dislike this very much.  In the same way, I would prefer to be judged for who I am and what I have made myself.  To be judged on my own opinions and intelligence which is something I hold in more esteem than the acquired status of those with silver spoons in their mouth.

Failure is important as it teaches a great lesson, a painful lesson and the best part of this lesson is moving out and away from failure and doing something about it, not wallowing in it like a hippo in mud.