


Robin Evans, November 20, 2008
There's been a lot of talk about how Americans are going to have to rise
to the challenge of the days ahead by: conserving water and fuel; saving
more but spending without getting into debt; and soldiering ahead with
patriotism despite unemployment, health insurance that costs as much as a
mortgage, and fears of the world blowing up (Hmm. That would take care of a few
things, wouldn't it?). Also, as a particularly photogenic Republican
governor likes to say, we must brace for taxes. In California, the governor has
broached raising the sales tax by 1.5 percent, and raising other taxes on
vehicles, appliance and furniture repairs, golf and veterinarian services, and
tickets for sporting events and amusement parks. The state may also hike taxes
on alcohol; smokers got whacked long ago. We must all embrace tax hikes for the
betterment of society. As for me, I don't play golf (I have and know how, but
it's too expensive and takes all day anyway). I don't drink that much (and have
found some relatively cheap favorites). I'm not a sports freak and have no kids,
so don't need amusement parks. But veterinarian services? I once took in my
parakeet with a cold, left it overnight for tests, came back to find it had
died. I still had to pay $400. And just keep the T-men away from hair styling
and coloring, Cheez Whiz and Triscuits and it's all fine, just fine.
"Barbaric" might be your first thought upon hearing that an Afghan
university student
was sentenced to 20 years in prison for broaching the subject of women's
rights under Islam. Better than the death penalty a higher court overturned, but
a spine-tingling reminder of things out there more frightening than a recession.
It might be emotionally easy to condemn Islam, but it's just a vehicle for
control in a largely poor country that's fearful of change. Still, it's good to
keep in mind amid the changes wrought by our generation's economic turmoil that embracing
fear and finger-pointing can lead down a very dark path.
My generation's addiction to the media is nothing new. But as the vortex of
economic fear has widened, an interesting shift has taken place. People of all
ages are not simply looking for safe comfort in reality TV, Internet updates on
celebrities, or click-magnets like Top 10 Ways to "Revive Your
Relationship" or "Drop 10 Pounds in 30 Days." Instead, they're
fixated on rapidly
changing economic developments and trying to figure out - even as our
leaders do - how this happened and how we can recover. Traffic on Yahoo's
political and financial sites went up nearly 30 percent with the bad news about
Lehman Brothers and Merrill Lynch. People are so caught up in keeping up -
online, on TV, on radio, on the mobiles - that it's eating into their other
activities. It's understandable. It's their savings slipping away as the stock
market unravels, their tax dollars that will be used to float this leaky ship.
So this obsession with learning about the economy isn't necessarily a habit that
ought to be broken. Americans are learning that the government some think should
just get out of the way - and has for eight long years - is actually us. We've
been rudely aroused, but we'll be a lot better at being a government of, by and
for ALL the people if we keep paying close attention.
Even as I find myself getting frustrated at my 84-year-old mother's confusion
with operating her cell phone, her computer, the several different medications
she has to give her cat every day, I realize that I, too, can get overwhelmed by
information and distracted. So you'd think I'd be easier on her. No, because I
worry about her. She's a nine-hour trip away. But I've just learned there is
something very important I can do that could improve her functional ability, or
should I say NOT do: Talk down to her, or around her, like I did when the vet
was explaining her cat's complicated medical situation. I could've made a phone
call later. Studies are showing that elderspeak
- treating older adults like children - can actually hurt elders.
accelerating aging's effects. And as boomers' face the same aging challenges, it
bears repeating: treat others as you would want to be treated.
There's a sort of perverse pleasure that some of in my generation are taking
as the "D" word surfaces and the media actually uses the word "nationalize"
to describe the government bailout of Wall Street. Forget the Recession that nobody
in power ever admitted we're in. The sheer scale of the
biggest economic crisis since the Great Depression precludes any
suggestion that the world's best hope still lies in free-market capitalism. The
emperor's wardrobe is unquestionably revealed to be empty. The moving shells in
the market casino have been lifted to reveal not just empty space, but an abyss.
And it's so deep and so frightening that we're being forced to confront
fundamental beliefs about how we achieve economic well-being for the many, not
just the few. We're going to have to face our own complicity in this shaky house
of get-it-while-you can and find things other than cheap goods to fill our
lives. I take pleasure in that.
I'm beginning to think you could sell a vast number of middle-class Americans
the Brooklyn Bridge - on credit, of course. Once again, many people seem poised
to vote against their own economic self-interest. That seems unthinkable given
the fact that most Americans over 60 think these are the
worst economic times they've ever seen. The shiny political bauble that
is Sarah Palin seems to have blinded many once-disgruntled Republicans to the
continuing cascade of corporate meltdowns, made possible in large part by
banking and energy trading deregulation championed by John McCain's recently
resigned campaign co-chair. Sen. Phil Gramm may be gone, but the anti-regulatory
forces in the corporate-cozy Republican hierarchy are not. The trickle-down
ideology that keeps taxes light on big business is not. Meanwhile, ordinary
working people already financially battered are told they have no choice but to
bail out big business or risk an all-out economic collapse. The eagerness with
which many Americans have embraced Palin perhaps is a sign of how deeply they
need escape from bad news. Maybe they find comfort in a no-nonsense
hockey Mom who's "just like us," a cheerleader for her god and
family values. But she also satisfies the need for a rescuing savior. She's a
glam hero - lipstick, high heels and swept-up hair - who's ready to take on her
mission without blinking. Once again, I see people willing to hock their future
for small comforts in the present.
Caring for a loved one who's elderly, disabled or has a chronic illness is
heart-wrenching enough. Add the merry-go-round of securing dependable in-home
caregiver assistance and it's absolutely soul-sapping. The Caregiving
Project for Older Americans recently awarded a dozen community colleges
grants to develop or expand caregiver training programs. Given the size of the
boomer generation, it's a no-brainer growth industry. The problem is the pay for
providing services of sometimes the most intimate nature is valued less than
picking up the garbage. Despite work by unions to raise the wages of in-home
healthcare workers, too many still earn below the poverty level. Most are women,
middle-aged or older and/or single mothers, according to union figures. So, they
have support issues of their own. And that may explain why there's such turnover
in the profession, why it's so hard to find someone who's always available.
Increased training will only go so far. It needs to be matched by a recognition
of the work's value in our aging society as well as efforts to raise
compensation and benefits - to give the caregivers the financial stability we
need them to have to help us.
Americans are generally horrified at any hint of a clamp-down on free
speech, including artistic expression. And so, a
request by Islamic
youth in Malaysia to cancel a concert by Avril Lavigne. because her
moves are too sexy, will likely be seen by many as archaic and further
evidence of this religion's antipathy to women. Neither the Malaysian
government nor Lavigne have made any decisions yet, but Christine
Aguilera, another top pop star skipped the country during her Asia
tour last year, as did Beyonce. Gwen Stefani kept her date but
begrudgingly put on extra clothes. What I want to know is why
musicians feel their performance is more important than their music?
Even in the United States, the definition of pornography depends on
the standards of the local community. What's acceptable activity in
San Francisco may not fly in Des Moines. So why can't these pop icons
just tone it down for another culture? Perhaps they think they're
taking a stand for freedom. Or maybe they suspect their music on its
own isn't enough.
Unlike my colleague Tom Murphy, who's still got his duds from the '60s,
ready for a fashion rerun, I long ago cleared out my long denim
skirt with hand-embroidered heron, my paisley tights, tube tops and mini-skirts.
Maybe if
I had Madonna's job I would've kept them. But I don't. And even
though as a San Franciscan, I feel a certain obligation to stay hip, I have
had to realize, as a friend recently
told me, "you're not Twiggy anymore." And I'm reminded of a neighbor who,
tired of attracting younger but less commitment-worthy men, aged her
wardrobe to fit her years. I have no idea if it worked. Still, I love those
stretch-denim, hip-hugging jeans. And those baby-doll tops cover any
overflow. But I'm just happy to be a part of the hippie generation
that is evolving into the demographic-busting boomer
generation. I'm confident that savvy retailers will figure out what we want
and provide it for us. I just wish they'd hurry up with the
longer sleeves on T-shirts.
More
men are moving into retirement homes because they're living
longer. And that's likely to change things at the old homestead. I presume for
the better because right now, according to the story, they're populated by a
"sad sorority" of widows who pass their days watching each other
decline. Perhaps with the introduction of testosterone to the senior roster,
those ladies who apparently have been boring each other to tears over endless
craft projects and bingo will now have men to liven things up. They can talk
about cars instead of cooking, knives instead of knitting. Men could explain to
them the proper rules of bingo. With men around, the women might even be open to
a game of pool or poker. Voila. No more sad sorority but a Greek gala. The
differences between men and women may be the butt of many jokes, but they're
also some of the same things that create interest - and excitement. And I'm all
for that, wherever you are.
As RA's Cecily O'Connor reported, the AARP's latest list of the healthiest places to retire looked at a variety of variables, including availability of health facilities,
affordable housing and options for exercise and volunteer and recreational activities. Yet three of the top five - Ann Arbor, Mich., Madison, Wis., and Fargo, ND - are places where the average high temperature never gets above
freezing for at least three months of the winter, the average low is below freezing for at least five months and average annual snowfall
ranges from 35 to 44 inches. I suppose digging out from under a snow drift could count as exercise. Maybe shivering or teeth chattering
burns up calories. I was recently in Phoenix, (not on the AARP list but another popular retirement city), where the temperature was about
106 by noon. You get your exercise there slathering on 45+ sunscreen before going out to pick up the mail or sweating off those extra
calories in your oven-baked car. In such climates, all but the fittest or most heat tolerant might just volunteer to stay indoors and puzzle
over how to pay the heating or air conditioning bill. As boomers begin to experience the physical limitations of aging or the loss of friends
and loved ones, such extremes of weather can add to the risk of isolation. And that's not a healthy picture.
Caregiving is hard. Losing
the one you're caring for is harder, as Cecily O'Connor reported in her
story. One woman talked of how sad she was because she and her father had gotten closer than ever before. He told her many things he had kept to himself until then. That's not uncommon. My
dad was like that, too. And when he was near death in hospice, unable to speak, I told him many things I would not have had the nerve to otherwise. He had a temper, you see. Which is one of the things I advised him to get control of in his next life. Oh, and sitting there day after day, holding his hand, watching his immobile face, I went into great detail about my Buddhist faith. And I chanted for him, right there. And joked that he would never have put up with it otherwise. We had joked a lot - it was a great cover for a lot of family pain. Now, reading about the woman whose father just died, I, too, feel sad - that it should take the
specter of death to allow the heartfelt exchange for which we all yearn.
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