“I am a man.” - On February 12, 1968, Memphis sanitation workers, the majority of whom were Black, went on strike demanding recognition for their union, better wages, and safer working conditions after two trash handlers were killed by a malfunctioning garbage truck. The strike gained national attention and dragged on into March. Striking workers carried copies of a poster declaring “I AM A MAN,” a statement that recalled a question abolitionists posed more than 100 years earlier, “Am I not a man and a brother?”
Millennials have made it clear they most want career advancement and growth, something not every workplace can offer on demand. But in lieu of those opportunities, many companies are resorting to quick fixes in an attempt to shape culture. Whether it’s free snacks, Ping-Pong tables, or beer taps, these perks—like participation trophies before them—are trinkets that do not thoughtfully consider the symptoms of the problem before providing a treatment.
Vacation usage—a benefit repeatedly found to be more valued than raises, bonuses, and retirement plans—is a measure of trust and an important part of the work-life balance equation. Despite its value, a study by Project: Time Off revealed Millennials are not taking the vacation they earn. In fact, they are the most likely generation to forfeit time off, even though they receive the least amount of vacation days.
Research into Millennial vacation behavior shows they are afraid, not entitled. Compared to Boomers, Millennials are at least twice as likely to say they are fearful of losing their job. This cohort worries about what the boss might think, wants to show complete dedication, and does not want their bosses to see them as replaceable.
These findings are counterintuitive to the coddled Millennial stereotype that ignores the circumstances of the generation’s experience. Coming of age during an economic downturn has consequences.
You don’t have to read “why sweatshops are good” articles and analysis because it only reaches the same point: “well it’s better than starving” (ignoring deaths in the workplace and people still starving anyway).
It’s interesting how much analyzing people do to defend sweatshops rather than say “hey, maybe ‘work or starve’ is a bit terrible and none of this suffering is necessary”.
Arguments for capitalism rely on an incorrect perception of the 21st century altogether. So, looking at the 21st century: Resources are abundant, wealth is abundant, and technology is advanced.
What does capitalism do about those facts?
1) Relies on artificial scarcity to function.
2) Fails to distribute that wealth accordingly (it’s completely just that 8 people have more wealth than 3.6 billion people…right?)
3) Tells us to fear automation because there is no other option besides 'work or starve’.
That is primitive logic. Capitalism treats society as if we’re still cavemen struggling to survive in a dangerous world, because otherwise it wouldn’t function. So, instead of fearing what the future has to offer, ask yourself why you’re afraid in the first place.
Amidst the hundreds of protests occurring spontaneously across a broad coalition, word of a protest of a whole different kind has been sweeping the country: calls for a “general strike,” a work stoppage that goes beyond putting bodies in the streets.
Put together by individual organizers across the country in response to a call for a strike by author Francine Prose in a column for the Guardian, the first of such strikes will come on Friday.But it’s difficult to say exactly how wide-spread this first strike will be.
There will be rallies in major cities like New York City, San Francisco and Philadelphia. But whether or not the single day strike can unify around a single message and make their point clear to the Trump administration remains to be seen. Read more.(2/16/2017 6:22 PM)
But in its blind unrestrainable passion, its were-wolf hunger for surplus-labour, capital oversteps not only the moral, but even the merely physical maximum bounds of the working-day. It usurps the time for growth, development, and healthy maintenance of the body. It steals the time required for the consumption of fresh air and sunlight. It higgles over a meal-time, incorporating it where possible with the process of production itself, so that food is given to the labourer as to a mere means of production, as coal is supplied to the boiler, grease and oil to the machinery. It reduces the sound sleep needed for the restoration, reparation, refreshment of the bodily powers to just so many hours of torpor as the revival of an organism, absolutely exhausted, renders essential.
✨Photo taken during the beginning hours of labor✨ We returned from our morning naked dip in the ocean and our doulas arrived with sacred items to add to our birthing alter. Shmaya brought copal incense, essential oils, flowers, candles and her guitar &&& began playing us medicine songs. Dakota brought raw veganic foods, a giant seashell, crystals, flowers and her singing bowl :) I sat in meditation through most of the labor giving a ✌️ sign when the rushes began and a ☝️ when they ended. Really feeling and riding each wave as it flowed through my being. Going within and breathing through each rush of energy. Not fighting the waves. Not trying to escape them. Relaxing and opening to them. Ready to receive the gift coming through. Visualizing the birth canal and showing Pueo the way. Letting him know he is safe and welcome here whenever he is ready. Wolfgang, Shmaya and Dakota held sacred space for the portal to open with music all day and night until Our little angel was born ✨👼✨ I wish this vibration of healing through birth to be experienced for all mamas and papas to be ✨🌈
Imagine being in labor with Lokis baby. All along he’s agreed to be your coach but when your in labor, he keeps almost mocking you when you have a contraction. “Come now Darling, it can’t be all that bad? All this screaming is hurting my ears.” Fed up you reach over and abruptly grab his balls, squeezing until his face turns red and his eyes are a little buggy. “Now do you get it ‘Darling?” He nods and you let go. The great God of Mischief then falls into a heap on the floor and looks up at you speaking with a voice as high as Mickey Mouse. “Sorry. You still love me don’t you?”