Showing posts with label Communication. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Communication. Show all posts

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Women & Negotiation

Women, when you negotiate, your male and female boss may resent it. Men, ask away--which you do more anyway. Women ask less, says this research, because their boss' are less likely to view them favorably if they do. Men are expected to go out on a limb.

Women are told to ask more, but what if they ask and are penalized professionally?


H/T Mary Katherine Ham

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Don Imus, Shock Jocks & The Socks To Muzzle Them

Have you heard about Imus saying racist things? If you haven't, you haven't been paying attention. Here's my opinion: Don Imus is a racist, misogynist, entitled middle aged white male. His voice is grating, his takes predictable and for some reason I've never understood, people like listening to him. To me, he's a relic of the halcyon days when men came home to a martini, their dogs brought them the paper and their kids put on their slippers. Ah, the good old days when women and blacks, and little people generally, knew their places. Don Imus says naughty things that used to be considered conventional wisdom. He used to be shocking, not for the content, but because he was bold enough to say what people were thinking. Now he's shocking because most people don't agree with what he's saying, but find it interesting that he' ll still say it. Imus shares audio space with many other outrageous talk show hosts.

Have you ever listened to Howard Stern? When I was in New York, he was all the rage. The guys from Long Island loved him, man, and so I decided to figure out what I was missing. The most politically-correct, smelly, progressive socialist friend I've ever had loved Howard. "He's a comic genius, Melissa. You have to hear him to understand him." So I listened. I got it. He's the young, frustrated white male's guilty pleasure. Thumbing his nose at what is good and decent and politically correct, Stern dares people to define boundaries. He says the dirty words a politically correct guy can't say. He does to women and minorities what a politically correct white guy can't do. He's an auditory catharsis.

Have you listened to Michael Savage? Extreme rhetoric, history lessons and incoherent free associations make for schizophrenic radio. His narcisstic rants, his perpetual kvetching about impending cultural doom remind me of the weird guy with the placard running around the town square yelling,"The end is near! The end is near!" They are always right--the end will come eventually. Sprinkled through his apocolyptic analysis are doses of Bush bashing, gay bashing, progressive bashing, bash, bash, bash.

Have you listened to/watched Rosie O'Donnell? Misinformed, shrill, brash and bold, she authoritatively spouts invective and everyone listens. In New York, they applaud. She makes ching-chong jokes, she calls out "Christianists" and equates them to Islamists offending most of America, and she rolls on her merry way.

Is America to the point where the envelope pushers are to be silenced? Some say that Imus' problem was his direct critique of specific players. I read Marcus Mabry's point of view describing this episode:

Frankly, I don’t care if Imus is a racist. Racists and racism are a part of life. What is significant is that Imus’s brand of offensive racist, sexist and homophobic humor has been accepted by the mainstream for years. Imus did not trot out his harshest caricatures when establishment journalists were on, engaging them instead in playful—sometimes playfully abusive—banter and substantive discussion about foreign policy, politics or social issues. What the denouement of the Imus controversy will show is whether the standard of acceptable speech has changed.
Where, except for by entertainers, has the standard of acceptable speech not changed? Anything said by these shock jocks, save Rosie, would garner immediate disapproval and/or firing in the real world. No one dares utter the unspeakables--not just words, but ideas, theories, or science. America is good and thoroughly politically correct.

For those intent on saving the public's baby ears from offensive everything: Who gets to decide the "standard for acceptable speech"? You?

I've listened to Howard Stern and been alternatively horrified and amused. He is sly and cunning in his speech. Underneath, he's angry. Aren't all the shock jocks/comedians angry? Isn't that part of it? Humor is revealing the tragedy of humanity and laughing at it. What guy in his teens and twenties isn't obsessed about sex and kinda pathetic because of it? Ultimately, in Stern's case he's making fun of himself and men in general. But that's not to excuse his degrading excess. He is still playing "Butt Bongo" after all. Pathetic. Gross. Juvenile. And he's free to do it. And I'm free to listen. Or not. I choose "not."

My overarching concern is for a culture that values correctness over freeness. The same people who will defend to the death pornography and the right to produce it, will condemn a shock jock's speech and demand censorship. But the argument is the same: people are free to change the channel.

Would the people up in arms about Imus' racist comment demand that a serious, misogynist Islamic leader spouting female subordination and death to classic Western values be fired? Somehow I doubt it. That's why Rosie can get away with what she is saying, but Imus or Stern can't get away with what they say. The irony is at least there is a chance that Imus and Stern are being satirical. Rosie is deadly serious. And I haven't seen evidence that Islamists are conversant with any types of humor--humor requires at least some self-awareness.

Those intent on silencing voices, even nasty voices, worry me. Who are they to decide what is or is not acceptable? Why should one group be allowed to decide what's okay? The problem with censoring speech is that invariably only certain offensive speech gets filtered because what's offensive to one isn't to another.

As for those who go on Imus' show or Stern's show, I wonder and have always wondered, what the hell they were thinking. You're either bound to look like an idiot or you're associated with Butt Bongo. Who wants that? Well, lots of people, evidently, and it does say something about them. We are known by the company we keep.

We are also known by the radio we listen to, I guess. Or, are we just trying to stay informed and balanced? I listen to NPR, the 80's station, the pop station, Laura Ingrahm (when I have a chance), and bits and pieces of Rush, Savage (I'm tired of Sean Hannity) and financial guys here and there. And when my kids and husband force me, I listen to the Christian music station. I figure I'm smart enough to sort it all out and other Americans are too.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Listen

Something struck me today, it has bubbling in the back of my mind for a while: there is so much information to process, so many tasks to finish, so much busyness to tend to that there is little space for intense personal connection. Politically, the bombs are dropped so often, so fast, that the message gets lost in the barrage. Glenn Reynolds and Ann Althouse and Mickey Kaus all touch on it today.

But I'm not talking just of politics. While the Internet has sped up the information cycle, forcing the network news to move faster, too, all forms of communication have sped up to short, IM'd or text messaged bytes, or is it bites?

Either way, the art of careful, considered, focused listening in a quiet and respectful environment seems to be old-school. People are paying to be listened to now. Therapy and doctors visits substitute for meaninful conversations with family and friends.

Demands. Always demands. Work, school, church all contribute to the frenzied environment. What can be done?

One way to slow down is to be fully present and listen. Stop. Doing. Listen.

If you're feeling unmoored, imagine how your kids are faring. Are they being shuttled and scuttled? There is an art to listening and it doesn't include bossy chiding and lack of eye-contact. (I'm listening--I'm just washing the dishes!) Here are some ideas:

  1. Plan the time to listen. Intentionally decide to devote an evening to a child or spouse.
  2. Give eye-contact. Look at them.
  3. Lean forward. If you are naturally interested you'll do this anyway. Don't care about Suzy's friend who got the latest Bratz doll? Lean forward and act interested, your brain doesn't know the difference. The posture helps you get in the moment.
  4. Don't interrupt.
  5. Don't advise.
  6. Ask open-ended questions--not "yes" or "no" questions. Instead of, "Did you have a good day?" Say, "What was best about today?"
  7. Touch the person, unobtrusively. A hand on the hand, knee, a foot rub (for children), a volunteered back rub is a way of contact with a child that doesn't "force" a hug or other unwanted contact.
Listening is a free gift. These days it's a blessed gift indeed.