Why’d I do that? Ask Your Unconscious.

March 6th, 2011

How many times have you asked yourself, “Why did I do that?” I should have learned that doesn’t work.

The answer may be what psychologists call an “unconscious motivation.” I have a favorite metaphor to explain how unconscious processes drive our behavior. Imagine that you have grown up, away from your troubled childhood, and have created your dream adult life. You are in the back of a limo. You have cash. And you look great. The only problem is your limo driver. You can’t see his/her face and no matter how often you order them to take you to the finest restaurant and most beautiful mansion, that darn driver keeps turning that car around and going back to some dirty bird restaurant you ate at as a kid. And rather than taking you to a mansion, your driver keeps pulling up to the house you grew up in. Urrgh!!!

Yes, we often choose relationships and behaviors that bring up our most unresolved childhood issues. And we tend to keep repeating those patterns until we’ve worked things out. The classic example is the single woman with an absentee father who is continually being attracted to abandoning bad boys.

Whether you are a layperson like most screen writers, and use the term “sub”-conscious, or have training in Psychology and like to look smart by saying, “un”-conscious, the meaning is the same. We all have early life feelings that are out of our awareness, yet drive most of our conscious life.

So, are we a slave to our unconscious, or can we break the shackles of early life programming and think, feel, and behave as an adult? The answer is yes, but not without help. If we’re super lucky, we have a love relationship that both contains us and challenges us to grow. The rest of us pay for therapists to do that.

Sigmund Freud may have been a victim of his Victorian era, but he was a genius when it came to understanding the unconscious. He believed that by helping the unconscious become conscious, people can be relieved from psychic pain and bad behaviors. He also believed that dreams are the “royal road to the unconscious” in that they contain “pre-conscious” material. Not that dreams are literal. But that dreams are feelings with pictures. My advice: If you are choosing a therapist, ask them if they do dream therapy. There is plenty of material in the nocturnal theater of our minds.

How Love is Like Las Vegas

February 26th, 2011

Love is a gamble. That’s for sure. But there is a real learning and behavior principle behind courtship behaviors and addiction to another person.

First of all, both gambling and love are an exciting chemical high with a mixture of hope, profits, and potential for loss. Both love and Las Vegas can be intoxicating. But there is another secret way that gambling resembles certain kinds of love attachment — both are based on a behavioral learning theory called random interval reward system.

Learning theorists like Pavlov (and his dog,) Watson, and Skinner spent their professional lives attempting to figure out what motivates animal and human behavior. One of the things that was discovered is that the most effective way to get an organism (that’s you) addicted to a behavior was to administer the reward in a random way. The recipient of the reward doesn’t know when or what is coming but the very the fact that it is random and pleasurable makes them glued to the behavior. This is the basic principle behind a slot machine. Say you were given a consistent, small reward with every fifth pull of the level. You would probably quickly become bored and move on. And if the reward was exactly one-dollar each time, even though it was given at random intervals, still you would eventually become bored.

The secret is the varying size of the reward and varying the interval rate. If on the tenth pull, for instance, you received a nice pay off, your brain would have “learned” to survive ten pulls. To keep you going, a series of small payoffs might come quickly. In this example, the machine knows that you will continue to deposit money for at least ten pulls if it has rewarded you at least once in that manner. Believe me, the owners of Vegas casinos have calculated all these odds years ago, and they know how to set the random intervals to keep the player addicted to popping in coins. Surprise, surprise, the house always wins.

So what has this got to do with love and courtship? Well, imagine that every contact, compliment, or even intimate glance from a lover is perceived by your brain as a positive reward. Now imagine that it is given in a random way. I like to call this the “Bad Boy Success Formula.” Bad Boys are particularly good at using the random interval reward system. And bad Boys are very seductive to women. It’s because a Bad Boy’s fear of emotional intimacy causes him to dash in and out of a woman’s life in what feels like a random way. In actuality, his pattern of advance/retreat is a reflection of how much emotional intimacy he can tolerate, but who’s looking below the surface when you’re staring at the phone wondering why he hasn’t called?

Each time a Bad Boy feels it is safe to return to a woman, their object is usually to obtain physical intimacy. Since sex is their goal they are particularly savvy at coming on with compliments and making their target feel like a queen — all rewards that women thrive on. Bad Boys are also the very best apologizers I have even met. The apology is part of their schtick to wedge back in your door. Sometimes their words of contrition resemble a kind of emotional intimacy so chicks fall for it, again and again.

But Bad Boys aside, the very uncertainty of a growing relationship with it’s emotional highs coupled with feelings of insecurity, can cause a kind of attachment based on a reward system. Something to think about as you date. Are you getting bored with the nice guys or consistent gals who are on time and available? Maybe that’s because your brain has tasted the pain and excitement of a random interval reward relationship. It might be time to sit back, take a deep breath, and look a little closer at the consistent one. The ultimate pay out might be much greater.

Is Sex a “Need” or a “Wish?”

February 21st, 2011

In her provocative new book “Manning Up: How The Rise of Women Has Turned Men Into Boys,” author Kay Hymowitz makes a startling case that there really are few good men out there as most live as if life were a Judd Apatow movie. While women clean up.

“(Women) graduate from college in greater numbers (among Americans ages 25 to 34, 34% of women now have a bachelor’s degree but just 27% of men), and they have higher GPAs…. In a number of cities, they are even out-earning their brothers and boyfriends.”

When a review of the book was posted on Facebook, a mostly-female comment stream dribbled down with sad testimony that “pre-adult” male is real, nearing 30 and playing video games with beer in hand, and air escaping from their body. I boldly added my two cents. That as long as women reward men for their bad behavior by letting them obtain sex before earning status as a protector, provider, then men have no reason to become gentlemen. I used more colorful words on Facebook.

I got the reaction I often get from “liberated” women when I venture down this road that points to (gasp!) differing sexualities.

“So women are supposed to put their sexual needs aside to train men?” barbed a women who must not mind her hook-ups with burping, farting, no-monied men. “And it’s up to women to educate men?”

I answered with my usual spiel, that women tend to hold the keys to the emotional locker in relationships and that feminism in it’s rush to create equality, encouraged women to adopt a male model of sexuality that is downright dangerous for women. Sex is far more risky for women who are more vulnerable to STD’s (as we accept deposits) and pregnancy, not to mention a broken heart (the release of oxytocin during sex often causes women to bond through sex.)

But the word that really got me thinking was that word “needs.” Do human beings have sexual “needs” or sexual “wishes?” Can both genders control their sexuality? Of course we can! Sex is no more a need than a trip to Saks Fifth Avenue. For our human survival we need, food, water and shelter. Period. Once that is achieved sex is needed for procreation. And it’s a handy way to create a strong bond with a dude who might father the offspring of our sexual encounter. But sex for pleasure? Nah, that’s not a need. It’s a wish. Ask any priest, nun, military person stationed abroad, prisoner, or elderly widow. Is sex necessary for their survival? Nope. But it’s a nice perk that comes with freedom, prosperity and good health.

I think the most important question women need to ask themselves is this: Does more sex make a woman feel liberated or trapped? I vote for trapped. By adopting a male model of sexuality we have imprisoned ourselves in a hook-up culture that trained a generation of men to avoid marriage and parental responsibilities. And for all those type-A achieving women who say, “Who needs a man? I can have a baby by myself,” I say this: Don’t let the media portrayal of wealthy celebrities and their uber nannies mislead you. Single motherhood is not for sissies.

Lest you think you can outsource motherhood while you carry on with your career, please allow me to enlighten you. Parenthood is never convenient and a child’s biggest teaching moments can’t be scheduled around your business trips. That said, if you’ve carefully sidestepped around the glass ceiling, wait until you slam into the maternal wall – the subtle but sure discrimination against mothers in the workplace. Trust me. There will be a day when you are home rocking a three-year-old with a 103 degree fever and that “per-adult” male colleague, fresh from last night’s hook-up will take that plumb assignment and supplant himself as the darling of your boss.

In her book, “Manning Up,” Hymowitz talks about life in the pre hook-up days:

“For women, the central task usually involved the day-to-day rearing of the next generation; for men, it involved protecting and providing for their wives and children. If you followed the script, you became an adult, a temporary custodian of the social order until your own old age and demise.”

So who are the custodians of the social order today? My vote goes to women. Because our “men” are apparently too busy watching Star Wars, playing video games, and behaving like boys. Clearly they need a mother to give them some boundaries.

It’s Complicated. Why Relationships are So Tough.

February 15th, 2011

We are in a new world of dating, mating and relating. Not so long ago there were two groups of people: single people who wanted to find the right mate and married people who may or may not have been working on their relationship. Today, virtually every American, no matter their age is in one of three relationship stages: 1. finding and building a relationship, 2. maintaining a relationship, or 3. destroying one. Look at these stats:

• 50% of first marriages divorce

• Up to 80% of second marriages divorce

• Sexual taboos have all but disappeared

• 40% of American babies are born out of wedlock

• More women than men are in the workforce

• Less than 30% of children have one stay-at-home parent

• Hooking up is replacing dating

• It is estimated that instead of til-death-do-us-part, we’ll have three long-term relationships in our lives

Today there is a shopping mall of relationship choices. Some couples marry. Some live together. Some do neither and still maintain committed relationships.  Others live without any kind of commitments yet children pop out of these unions. It is a relationship revolution where rules have yet to be established. It is a place where sexting, hooking up, and expensive white weddings walk side by side.  It is a place where divorce has become a rite of passage, where cougar women enjoy their sexual freedoms, divorced men scramble to figure out what went wrong and young adults try to make sense of their parent’s relationship model. The relationship revolution is affecting everyone.

There are no rules anymore in courting and mating. When a high-school girl has a “friend with benefits” and believes oral sex isn’t sex, when a college student brings a Facebook hookup to her grandmother’s birthday, and when more than half of all American babies are born out of wed-lock, clearly, Dorothy, we are not in Kansas anymore.

No longer til-death-do-us-part, it is estimated that most people have at least three long-term relationships in their lifespan.  Thus the shape of the family has changed. Families are married, unmarried, separated, divorced, blended, and gender roles are fluid. The lack of rules means that romance, marriage and family are a whole new ball game.

And single life is no longer a short rite of passage; it’s an important consumer demographic. For the first time in history, the majority of adult Americans are now unmarried. There’s even a magazine devoted to the lifestyles of those who have made a commitment to be single. It includes ads for commitment rings to purchase for oneself.

But has love changed? In some ways it has. Once a home for the heart, relationships have become a mess of mistrust. A holding tank for insecurity. A place where people tally up each side of contributions and ask too often, “What has he done for me lately?” Too often people wonder what their relationship is doing for them, rather than what they themselves have done for their relationship.

So what’s the answer to this complicated landscape. I think the winners of this paradigm shift will be the people who acquire the sharpest emotional intimacy skills. Like emotional intelligence was in the 1990′s, emotional intimacy (i.e. using empathy, compassion, and honesty to navigate conflict) is the hot skill for the survival of our species. Statistically speaking, children of a long-term committed relationship do better on all levels. The winners of the no-rules relationship revolution will be the people who make their own rules and their own game — where the champion is the relationship itself.

The Truth About Sex Scandals

February 10th, 2011

Sex scandals aren’t new. And relatively speaking, most sex scandals aren’t even very scandalous anymore. We merely smile when famed pastor of a Georgia megachurch, Eddie Long, texts pictures  to young men of himself wearing unfortunate tights. We yawn when aging athlete Brett Favre sends a digital capture of a certain appendage to a female reporter. And yesterday we rolled our eyes when NY congressman, Christopher Lee beamed a shirtless flexing torso to a woman on Craig’s list.

But common place or not, shocking or simply silly, this stuff still dominates the news. What is going on here? Have men in powerful positions become drunk with power? Has the digital age become the new moral police force? Are we a sex crazed society that plays fast and loose with moral promises to congregations, fans and constituents? And why, even though it’s mundane news to many of us, why does our beloved media love sex scandals?

The answer is simple. Sex is the root of all human behavior. It’s what most of us think about a lot of the time. Sex motivates us to look young, stay healthy, make money, and create art. The urge to reproduce is the strongest urge (maybe even before the survival instinct) in the human behavior system. A little sex is life-enhancing. We feel good, form bonds, and make fabulous babies that ensure that our genes don’t fall out of evolution’s chain. But too much sex with multiple sex partners can be destructive. It is biologically threatening because it exposes our body to potential invaders and it is psychologically threatening because it disables our ability to form close bonds, so necessary for the survival of offspring, the growth of intelligence, and the security of our broader social support system. Thus sex has an intricate set of mating customs and rituals and even a moral code designed to control sexuality. These sex customs are enforced through the law, religion, the media, and social pressure.

With that said, let me enlighten you with a few facts about people. Some folks are wired for monogamy. Others for multiple partners. Some people have compassion for the feelings of their partners (and constituents and congregation.) Others feel no remorse about cheating, hurting, and wrecking homes. And still others have a host of personal psychological issues that make the procurement of sex a kind of brain candy. They may have low self-esteem, or be stimulus seeking like a drug addict. They may be deluded with power and feel invincible or they may have an attachment disorder that makes them fear emotional intimacy, yet crave the hook up.

The key to a healthy sex life is an ability to regulate. That means regulate who we have sex with, when we have sex, where we have sex, and how often we have sex. And the regulation of human behavior comes from two potential sources – external forces and internal sources. The lucky people who have an ability to self-regulate tend to live a more free life with little need for rules-based clubs. They tend to have a healthy conscience, good impulse control and can consider consequences before action.

Then there are the others. Those whose somewhat chaotic interiors render them without less self control. These folks tend to look to exterior organizations for guidance on how to live. You’ll find these people in the church, in the police force, the military, and in conservative political organizations. They thrive in places where the rules and consequences are clear. They feel comfort with the structure and boundaries of such groups. I’m not saying that all people who join the ranks of a strict culture are chaotic, but some certainly are. And most of us already know this.

That’s why we are fascinated when one of them breaks those external rules and engages in self-destructive sexual behavior. And when it leaks to the media and into our living rooms, computers and smart phones, there’s another shame and humiliation factor that is hard to turn away from. Watching another’s humiliation is the basis for most comedy and every reality show. We cringe when Snooki embarrasses herself, but we also can’t stop watching.

And today we are watching Congressman Christopher Lee, thinking about his family, his shame, his loss of career. There, but for the grace of God, go us.

Why Do Canadians Live Longer Than Americans?

January 4th, 2011

For the first time ever, American life expectancy has gone down. Okay, so it only dropped by a couple months, but it is still a startling indicator of the fall of our once life-enhancing civilization. It is interesting to point out that Americans share food tastes, much media, and a large land mass with some Canadian cousins whose life expectancy is not only a few years higher, but continues to rise. Before you all jump to the conclusion that access to free public healthcare is the only factor, there are plenty of other ways that Canadian culture keeps growing healthy people.

Let’s start with obesity. True, in terms of body weight, Canadians are more likely to resemble the population of America’s leanest state, Colorado, than America’s fattest state, Mississippi. It’s not news that obesity leads to heart disease, cancer, and stroke, the three leading causes of deaths. And Canadians have a great running start from birth with lower infant and toddler mortality rates linked to access to healthcare and well paid one-year maternity leaves that promote breastfeeding.

But let me also tell you about a few subtle ways that Canada protects it’s people from death by accident or crime. Take gun control. Canada’s history was founded on the hunting and fur trade. I think it’s fair to say that I probably have met more hunters in Canada than the United States, yet I’ve never laid eyes on a gun in that country. That’s because gun storage laws are very strict. Plenty of people have lost their hunting guns simply because they were not locked away enough to deter a hot-head from a bad decision. Also, the Canadian government does not recognise self-defence as a valid reason to acquire a firearm in Canada. So, no hunting license, no gun. Deaths by gunshot are, not surprisingly, quite low in Canada.

Then there’s the drunk driving stats. There’s a zero tolerance law for any driver under the age of 22. For young drivers, a sip of Molson Canadian can cost you your driver’s license if you get behind the wheel. And, did you know that on big “drinking days” like New Years Eve, most major Canadian cities make all public transportation free. In addition, during the entire holiday season, there’s a national non-profit organization called “Operation Red Nose” (a nod to Rudolph’s sleigh guiding and the nose associated with too much imbibing.) With no questions asked, a kind volunteer will show up at any party or bar and drive a drinker home. This Canada’s drunk driving accidents are less than the US.

Finally there are a mariade of subtle laws designed to protect women from crime. When a teen waitress was murdered while walking home from her part-time job in Ottawa, the government stepped in and told employers that if they schedule any teen employee past ten p.m., they must also provide safe transport home. Then there’s the famous prostitution laws to protect female sex workers from violence at the hands of a John or pimp. Prostitution is legal but solicitation is not. Any person may contract with another person in Canada to exchange sexual companionship for money or other things of value, whether that relationship lasts an hour or many years. In terms of prostitution, the law against solicitation means business must take place in a private car or home. No visible street marketing. But in that home or car, if a sex worker feels threatened, she can safely call the police for help without fear of her own arrest. Secondly, while prostitution is legal, pimps and Madams are illegal. No third party manipulators in a woman’s life.

While some Americans may interpret these Canadian laws as being intrusive on capitalistic freedom or people’s individual rights, Canadians tend to see it as being protective. Clearly America is a higher risk society. Our citizens, through our love of individual rights and freedoms, have earned ourself the right to even harm ourself. Yes, in America we are free to work a risky job, leave a gun out near a child, and even eat ourself silly. Sadly, unlike Canadians, we aren’t given adequate maternity leave, top-notch public education and medical care, in order to ameliorate those risks. Yes, in America, we are free to have a declining life expectancy.

Seven Factors That Make Resolutions Stick!

December 31st, 2010

On January 1, 2011, millions of Americans will begin their New Year’s Resolutions. In the weeks of January, health club membership sales will soar and the sale of “sin foods,” like chocolate, alcohol, will decline. Yet despite all these great intentions, most people will fail at their resolutions. By February of 2011, most New Years Resolutions will have been abandoned. But not all! Some people will truly succeed in making lifestyle changes. Resolutions are easier for some people because they have a biological predisposition to tolerate change. Some people are born to love change, adapt quickly, and seek new experiences while others are genetically predisposed to stick with a routine and follow the way it’s always been done. But psychologists have studied behavioral change and have come up with a few factors that increase your chances for success.

Seven Factors that Help a Resolution Work :

1. A Desire to Change – Change must come from inside yourself and you must be in a state of readiness. It does no good if it comes from pressure by your spouse or best friend.

2. An Ability of Change – You must have the tools and skills. i.e. If you can’t read, no amount of desire will help you open the book you’ve been meaning to read. So, prepare yourself for your New Years resolution by acquiring the skills you need to succeed.

3. A Supportive Environment – Do other people want you to change? If you are going to run up against friction from your loved one, in addition to your own internal nay-saying voices, you reduce your chances of succeeding. Move away from non-supportive people. It’s part of every drug and alcohol rehab program — don’t hang out with druggies and bartenders. And if you want to lose weight or save money, forgo outing with spenders and eaters. It’s that simple.

4. Confidence – Studies on change show that those who truly believe they can change, do. Doubters will more likely fail. Believing you can change encourages commitment to the process and enhances the likelihood of success.

5. Instant feedback – We’ve all heard that small, incremental changes are best because they feel less painful and inconvenient but sometimes BIG changes work better because the immediate environmental feedback is so positive. A sudden weight-loss, for instance, brings compliments and better fitting clothes. Those rewards inspire people to continue changing. If you want to kick-off a savings program, start with a big deposit. A hefty nestegg will inspire you to sit on it.

6. A Time Commitment – Habits take time to form. New behaviors must be repeated over and over before they can become habits. Remember to give yourself small rewards instead of a pass or fail grade.

7. Frequent Rewards – Reward behaviors, not results. If you stayed on a 1500 calorie-a-day diet all week and have promised yourself one desert on Friday night, give yourself the reward even if you haven’t lost the three pounds you intended to lose.

Finally, if you “fall off the wagon” look at this as an important part of change, not a permanent set back. Nobody gets it right the first time. It is important to get back to your positive behaviors and not beat yourself up. Feeling like a failure will create one. Feeling like a champion will help you win.

Faith, Science and Superheroes in the Age of Anxiety

December 25th, 2010

As I write this, my youngest daughter is minutes away from visual proof that an old man with a beard came down her chimney and made her dreams come true. My older daughter, a Twilight fan, plans to grow up to be a Vampire or, at least, a Werewolf. In Wisconsin this week, thousands are flocking to see the first ever, Catholic approved siting in the United States of an apparition of the Virgin Mary. Also today, millions of people around the world will not question the historic birth of a man who is reported to have walked on water and fed entire raves with only a couple bagels.

Is this belief in the supernatural all insanity? Not necessarily. It’s also very scientific.

Medical studies abound about the high survival rates of those with faith verses those without. Religiosity helps people cope with illness, and may even impede the progression of disease. One analyses looked 42 studies (surveying 126,000 patients) found that active religious involvement upped the odds of being alive at a follow-up appointment by 26 percent.  Another study out of Dartmouth medical school showed that people recovering from open heart surgery were three times more likely to survive if they had religious faith. Yet another study from Yale University showed that black women with breast cancer had lower survival rates than white women — unless they were religious. Then they were much more likely to outlive their white sisters. In India, doctors scratch their heads as babies born to strict Muslim families in poverty have higher survival rates than upper caste Hindus with less religion. And disaster stories abound of atheists who succumbed to death while those with faith calmly waited for divine intervention, or at least a rescue boat.

Apparently, if you do not believe in the supernatural, you can’t imagine your own supernatural abilities. You can’t become a superhero if you don’t believe in them.

That scientific evidence alone is enough for me to sign up. Except for that we are at a peculiar crossroads in our cultural evolution. A byproduct of education and economic prosperity is Atheism. The number of non-believers are on the rise as my educated peers replace pastors and church with psychologists and live sports events. And as traditional churches lose patrons a weird backlash of conservatism from the pulpit, a battle cry for survival, has morphed a sweet Sunday service into a diatribe against those who worship Gods in other costumes. Judging by heated theological conversations, joining a religion today seems more like signing up for war rather than finding inner peace.

We are in a time of great spiritual transition. We know faith can be powerful. We have relayed on religious communities to support our families. And, we are becoming too smart for our own good. What’s the answer?

Well, I live in California so there are lots of answers. California is the only state where you can interject a schooled debate on politics with a mention of a particular candidate’s astrological sign, and receive knowing nods. It’s a place where you can delay the signing of a real estate contract until Mercury is out of retrograde. And it’s a place where churches serve chai tea in walled gardens to gay parents, women in saris and men in $600 jeans. It’s a place where you can find any route to inner peace in this age of anxiety.

But perhaps the best place to find God isn’t in a scripture, a pew, or an ashram. It isn’t in the educated circles where money and good health turn religion and science into light cocktail party jousting. It is in the vulnerability of our peoples.

Last week a Haitian cabbie drove me from JFK airport into Manhattan. My fate in his hands for nearly an hour, we bonded over the state of the human condition. This man had not only been near ground zero at the moment planes hit the World Trade Center and watched people jump to their fate, he had witnessed hurricane Katrina first hand, and most recently been in Haiti, digging through the rubble of a school to pull out the bodies of his two nephews. The teens were just a year shy of graduation and my cabbie and his brother thought it safer to leave them in a good school in Haiti rather than expose them to the risks of young black men in New York city.

I couldn’t add much to the conversation. I didn’t have any theological quotes in my back pocket that might comfort him or douse the rising fire of anxiety in my own stomach. I was simply at a loss and could only muster one question. “Where is God?” I asked.

He was slowing to a red light when the stupid question popped out of me. There was a pause while he brought the cab to a full stop. Then he turned, looked through the tiny window that separated the herd from the shepherd, and actually smiled. “God is here,” he said. “You forget to look for him when things are going well. Then, when PEOPLE do bad things, you ask ‘Where is God?’ But he is here always.”

He (or she, or it) is certainly here under our Christmas tree today, just as he, or she, or it appears at Ramadan and Hanukkah. Fueled by human connections called love, God is the life-force that will sustain us in good times and horror. It’s the superhero in all of us. To eliminate God is to eliminate possibility.

The Holiday Time Machine – Sigh. Family.

December 4th, 2010

It will be dark and cold. There will be crowded airports, sweating throngs, pat downs, and whining toddlers. There will be bad airplane food and lack of sleep. But at the end of the journey my kids and I will be met with pairs of eyes that squint in shared formation. People who carry our genes. Family.

Holidays bring a specific form of stress. Getting together with relatives is the closest thing we have to a time machine. At holiday tables we are strapped in our seats by the centrifugal force of old family systems, a world we’d ventured from years ago never thinking about a return ticket. But on holidays, this machine is magical. Slammed back in time, the favored child still gets a wink from Mom, though his graying hair and paunch suggest a lost luster in other galaxies. The sister-to-sister sibling rivalry finds a modern battle as polite mothers now shoot competing stories of their children’s accomplishments. And the clash of social class is epic. Decades of movement up or down networks of human ladders erupt over brands of mustard, types of lettuce, or beverages. Dijon, arugula and Cabernet strike condescending blows at cousins who wash down iceberg and American yellow with a frosty malt. The end of unemployment insurance seems a more patriotic conversation than environmental dangers, as one camp focusses on practicality and another on ideals, all designed to advertise social class. The family holiday rendez vous is a bid to flaunt the colors of our new world and a desperate attempt to avoid slipping into a familiar trance of the old planet. But it rarely works. The powers of family psychological systems are like kryptonite, disabling our most sophisticated mental strategies.

But we still go. We make the pilgrimage. At least most of us do. Others avoid. The characters played by Vince Vaughn and Reese Witherspoon in “Four Christmases” plan a yearly tropical vacation continents away from their families. Other folks drown in work. Still others dip in for a quick drink or a meal and jet off unscathed by anything more than small talk. Many who avoid family attempt to play catch up years later at deathbeds and beside tombstones. But not us.

We are the brave ones who climb into the time machine. And we do it for good reason. We do it because most families render us powerless to pretend, yet empower us with something else. The safety of a biological connection. We share genes, we share childhoods, we share pheromones, we share humor, we share love. This shared sense of belonging is the reason that we will bust our bank accounts to fly to the wedding of our crazy brother who is marrying a girl on a mountain in Mongolian. It’s why we open our homes to cousins. It’s why we spend hours cooking for people we haven’t talked to face-to-face in a year. Because they are us. And they are imperfect, like us. When we are in their company, we are reminded of our familiar beginnings. There is some feeling of security in that. And if there were many old blows and injuries, we can also use this time to make right. To process more. Or simply to grieve the losses. Seeing a formerly abusive father, now old and weakened by alcohol, we can tend to the child in us whose childhood losses were so tragic. And we can look through the eyes of an adult at our tragic perpetrator and maybe even have compassion for his flaws.

We are all flawed people. And we live in an imperfect world. But in the presence of our family, we can have a feeling of belonging. Through the strengths of our family we are reminded of the good in us. And through their flaws, we are given unique opportunities to mourn and forgive. Family is our ultimate mirror.

The Right to Bear Others – Doing Right By Families

November 17th, 2010

One hour at nine pm. That’s the only time many struggling parents see each other during the week. There might be a meal and a quick kiss before one parent dashes out to begin the night shift and another beds down to rest before the morning whistle. They are called tag-team parents and, while numbers are hard to come by, some reports are as high as 30% for families with children less than school age. Only one in five American families has the economic power to support a stay-at-home parent. Many others still can’t afford expensive day-care so tag team parenting, sometimes called “weekend family,” has become the solution. Parents who live this grueling schedule remind themselves that things could be worse. There are 14-million single mothers who might think that tag-team parenting looks like a cake walk compared to their lives.

Obviously there are many complicated pieces to why this disturbing family trend exists. But the more interesting debate is over who gets the chore of fixing it. Church, State or Individuals? I think all three need to do right by families.

Let’s start by looking at the great American workplace. It is perfectly suited to a family of the 1950′s, according to Joan Williams, in her new book, Reshaping the Work-Family Debate. Why Men and Class Matter. Remember the days when Dad was home for dinner every night? When a single forty-hour work week could support an entire family? When weekends were meant for camping, barbecues and Church activities?

Not today. Williams, who is Director of the Center for WorkLife Law at University of California, Hastings College of the Law, makes a startling case that mothers are systematically discriminated against in the workplace, their hours meticulously counted and work absences for child illness or school obligations, often punished. Then they are forced off their career track into lower paying part-time work or more flexible jobs. At the same time, fathers are forced to work longer hours to compete in the male oriented workplace, or take another job to keep a middle class life afloat. For them the work week looks more like 60 hours.

William’s theory is that women only experience true equality when they are under thirty and childless. After that, most women never even see a glass ceiling before they slam into the maternal wall. I remember as a young, single working woman (I’m about to bust myself here) I could dash out for a quick manicure during work hours with a wink to a co-worker who would have my back. But should I want to leave a work place to attend my kid’s Christmas pageant, I would have to clear it through human resources. And as for a co-worker who might have my back today? If she’s childless, she is more likely to squeal on me. Williams also talks about how our male ordered, 50′s style workplaces, pit women against each other. The “tomboys” who may outsource motherhood and the “femmes” who want a better work-life balance. And the only body who can change this elaborate, out-dated system is the government.

Now before my friends scream, “Not more government intervention! We need less government, not more,” I must remind you that government isn’t some ominous body intent on removing individual freedoms. It is more like a neighborhood referee making sure both teams play by the rules so one team doesn’t always win by default. In this case, families are like the team from the other side of the tracks with bad equipment and no ride to the field. They tend to be a losing team, because they miss so many games and practices. Wouldn’t it make sense to move the game into their ‘hood?

That’s precisely why some companies are allowing parents to work from home. But that’s not possible with highly skilled labor like electricians, hair stylists, plumbers, and receptionists. For those hard working parents, more work-place childcare and job sharing needs to be in place.

As for Churches, long the bastion of moral teaching, community fellowship, and charity to the needy, a new challenge exists. Middle class families have become the congregation’s “needy.” Often too proud to ask for hand-outs, tag-team parents and single parents need a web of support to help them hold their families together. But too often, in this wonderful salad bowl created by American immigration, Church leaders are using their valuable time to self-define, blasting other religions and other lifestyle choices, almost as a backlash against a perceived extinction. Dear Pastor, you want to know how to avoid the plight of the dinosaur? Get up on that pulpit and save families. Save children. And don’t do that by shaming them for their lifestyle choices. Do it by using your powerful voice to influence employers and politicians who can reshape an old fashioned workplace. Offering free childcare isn’t a bad idea either.

Finally, let me address the responsibility of parents to do right by their families. Parenthood is an enormous duty and clearly some burden must be put on American adults to be less greedy and materialistic and believe in the richness of family, even if it is a family that takes the bus and lives in a small apartment. Children are the real wealth of our lives.  For instance, I am a mother, before all else. Except for the few occasions where I am obligated to put my own oxygen mask on first, my kids needs come well before mine. Their happiness is my happiness. The problem with this is that when I find myself discriminated against precisely because I am a mother, I am told I made a personal choice and parenthood is a personal responsibility.

I say hogwash. Parenthood is a basic human right. Even if I lived hundreds of thousands of years ago, foraging on the Savannah, without the worries of a sub-prime loan, bad public education, and rising unemployment, a tribe of my people would be helping me to raise my children. But today, whenever I suggest that my tribe of today help me create the next good citizen and employee or entrepreneur, I am somehow deemed a socialist. This nutty conversation mostly morphes into a discussion of politics and liberalism verses conservatism. And this gets us nowhere.

Let’s look at this a bit differently. I am a mother, but I am also an employee, a tax payer, and a patriot in the land of the “free.” So, why am I not free to pursue the most basic tenants of life, liberty, and happiness –  reproduction? Is this right only afforded to me if I can find a rich man to underwrite it or if I make a vow of poverty? Why can’t I choose to be a good parent and have support systems in place to help me stay a good employee and tax payer? Just asking.