Racism is a System; Prejudice is Human. And you, my friend, are human.

On a story about George Stinney someone recently posted, I saw a comment from a well-meaning white person that said “Racism is pure evil.” Which, sure, but I want to talk to my white friends about why things like that actually do harm to the cause of shifting the thinking of white people who want to do better.

Racism is a lot of things. Yes, it is white supremacists, it’s racist cops in the Jim Crow South, it’s slavery. It’s easy for white folks to point to those distant things, call them racist, yell “Evil!” and completely wash our hands of the race problem in America. We’ve done our job. We’ve pointed out malfeasance, called it what it is, and walked away. We’re not lynching innocent black people. We’re not looking black job applicants in the face and telling them they can’t work in our company because they’re not white. We’re not personally telling people of color where they’re allowed to live. So, then, where are the racists? Who’s causing the problem?

We all are, all of us white people, because of the other thing racism is. Racism is also a vast web of small, subtle interactions and decisions by white people that reinforce white as the norm, as preferred, as the top of a pyramid of housing, education, and income inequality. This is the system in “systemic racism.” If you are white and actively participating in American society, you are part of this web. And that is not your fault. That does not make you evil.

Calling racism only evil flips a switch in every white person’s brain that immediately rejects any implication that they may feel prejudice or discriminate in their daily lives, when it is almost guaranteed that they (you, I) do those things. Understanding this difference allows us to do the work of monitoring our actions, reactions, and comments and checking anything that might be coming from a place of prejudice.

The good news is this sort of work is not hard! It is constant, and it will challenge the view you hold of yourself and your white friends and your place in society and history, but it costs you nothing. I have cribbed this entire line of thinking from Robin DiAngelo’s book White Fragility; it’s one of the first books I checked out when anti-racist reading lists started making the rounds. I’m only a third of the way through this one and after a few hours of reading I’ve already been able to see the faults in my thinking about racism and what I can do to help make things better. I want to share the message with you because we white people have to work on ourselves to improve the situation in this country.

I want to add that the woman who wrote that comment voted for Trump in the primary, and I can only assume she supports the death penalty. I’d love for that assumption to be wrong but I would be very surprised. Donald Trump’s first entry into public life was a lawsuit against him and his father for racist housing policies. He took out a full page ad in a NYC newspaper to call for the death of five boys, all minorities, for the rape and assault of a woman in Central Park over a year before their trials took place. Their convictions were vacated years later. This is to say nothing of the constant stream of racially charged, if not outright racist, speech he has made on Twitter and at the podium in his time as president. So how could a person who so openly claims racism is evil support a man who so clearly holds racist views deep in his heart? Well, if racism is evil and she supports a racist candidate, that would make her evil, but she knows above all that she is not evil, and thus must not be racist. You see the trap.

Here’s a reading list. Join me in the work. https://bookshop.org/lists/antiracist-reading-recs

Dad Blog: Eating Disorder

Del’s been eating solids for a while now and it has been a real challenge.  Not because he’s reluctant to eat or picky or anything.  It’s a challenge for me.  I’m constantly terrified he’s going to choke and I have a real hangup about food mess, among other things.

Del is transitioning into the time when he’s actually getting nutrition from the food he’s eating and it needs to be a bigger part of his intake, but for the longest time it was just practice.  He had to get used to grabbing food with his hands, moving it around in his mouth, and swallowing.  I had to get used to sitting patiently while he used peanut butter to scrub his hands, forearms, sleeves, face, high chair, and anything else in arm’s reach.  I’m not an obsessively clean person by any means, but I can’t tolerate food messiness.  I don’t like having sticky hands and I can’t relax until any food has been thoroughly cleaned off the floor and everywhere else.  I wash my own hands no less than ten times during one of his meals, but per the advice I read I leave him alone til he’s done, watching as a thick crust of cheese and grains accrues on his body like crude armor.  Part of this is just my own idiosyncrasy, and part of it is living in New York City and knowing that in every building, at any moment, there is a horde of cockroaches lying in wait behind the walls, under the floors, listening, sensing, looking for the best opportunity to swoop in and feed.  I’m a vegetarian and kind of a Buddhist but I turn into a feral Mad Max character when I see a cockroach.  Just to be clear, I see maybe one roach every one or two months here and they might be coming from outside.  But that’s all it takes to get inside my head.

I have yet to find the perfect food to let him eat on his own.  Dry hard things like cereal can be cleared off his tray in one grand sweep, like an angry character in a melodrama from the 50s.  Same for anything sandwichy; there’s no glue keeping that bread down.  Wetter things like cottage cheese mean that when he’s done eating I get to spend 20 minutes on my hands and knees wiping up the floor, then throwing away his clothes and hosing him down, roaches watching me from the cracks all the while, waiting for me to miss something.  I know we all thought Joe’s Apartment was real cute back in the day but try living that reality and see how you feel about them.  They do not carry on conversations.

I’m reluctant to clean on an existential level.  I’ve mentioned before that I can usually find an existential reason not to do pretty much anything.  Our apartment could certainly use more attention, and I take on that responsibility since I’m the one who’s usually home.  Or do I?  Sure, I could dust.  Then next week I need to dust again.  So what have I accomplished?  Why not just let some dust accumulate?  I do this until the weight of the dust in the apartment drives me to clean everything in a frenzy.  This is my tempo.  Long periods of inactivity broken up by feverish bouts of productivity.  I should really go scoop some cat litter right now.

I’m also strongly averse to wasting food.  My appetite opened up around my freshman year of college, and since then I’ve viewed every plate of food in front of me as a challenge.  I have never failed to meet that challenge.  I don’t do leftovers.  So you can imagine the feelings I need to suppress when I’m watching Del eat, and he calmly picks up a piece of bread, considers it, looks me in the eye and reaches over the side of his tray to drop the food on the floor.  I don’t want the animals to eat it, and they will certainly try.  I don’t want them inflating and I don’t want to clean up the inevitable vomit that comes from them eating anything other than their own food, which still has me cleaning up after them once or twice a week.  

And finally, the choking.  This is probably my main new parent fear.  For the longest time it was SIDS, and that slowly abated.  I should do more research on baby choking but I read that their windpipe is the size of a drinking straw so anything bigger than that poses a problem.  Oh, cool, so we’re only talking about every piece of food that enters their mouths.  Great.  Del’s gotten much better at chewing, so I’m a little more calm now while he eats, but every three minutes or so I stop everything I’m doing to make sure he’s breathing while he’s dragging oatmeal across his face.  I’ve studied baby Heimlich but I do not trust myself to execute it properly.  I reeeeally like giving him baby food pouches, Great Pacific Garbage Patch be damned.

I just had an idea.  I’ll be right back, I’m googling “baby IV.”  That’s probably safe til he’s five right?

Dad Blog: The Only Dad in Class

I’ve been taking Del to a class every week since last August.  For a few months it was a swim class, and during the winter now it is a music class.  Do you know the fun thing about music class?  We’re all clothed and dry and there is no need for me to navigate a locker room with a baby.

For a few weeks there was one other dad in the swim class, but other than him I have always been the only man in attendance at Del’s classes.  In the music class I’m one of only two parents; the other three adults are all caregivers.  It seems that most fathers my age made choices in their lives that enabled them to earn more than a babysitter by the time they were 37.  I think most mothers did as well.  And most 27-year-olds, for that matter.

Kids, don’t go into debt to become an actor.

It’s never been a thing in class that I’m the only dad, as far as I can tell.  I was always self-conscious of being the only man (other than the teacher) in a pool with a bunch of moms who had given birth relatively recently.  Not that they needed to look any certain way for me, of course, but I just assume that they would have been more comfortable had it been all moms who had just given birth.  I’m probably making the universally human mistake of giving my own presence in their lives a little too much weight.

I have an issue being the only man in the music class, and it’s this: I am a hopelessly terrible singer.  Three years of voice classes in my aforementioned expensive acting education taught me that I am tone deaf.  I also have a very strong voice.  I guess it’s like Lenny in Of Mice and Men.  Lots of enthusiasm and strength, very little control.  Being the only male voice in the room sticks me out like a big detuned sore thumb.  However, as they are teaching me, my voice is the most important voice for Del to hear in that room, so it’s crucial that I really give my all to the songs.  So if you’re in Midtown in the late morning and you hear something like a wounded cave troll bellowing out “Mister Rabbit Mister Rabbit your ears are mighty long,” that’s just a man doing what he needs to do for his son.

My 2018 SAG Awards Ballot

‘Tis the season. I didn’t have as much time this year to watch all the screeners, but honestly there were a few I just wasn’t that interested in. Every other year I’ve done my due diligence because I take my role as a voter far more seriously than I should, but, you know, parenthood. I did not get around to DownsizingRoman J. Israel Esq., or Mudbound.  The only one of those I regret is Mudbound; I’ve heard good things and I’ll see it eventually.

Female Actor in a Supporting Role
Allison Janney, I Tonya.  I could certainly get behind Holly Hunter for The Big Sick or Laurie Metcalf for Lady Bird, but I think Janney had the most character work here.  The other two had more of an arc to play with in their scripts–spoiler alert, Tonya Harding’s mother is as horrible at the end of the movie as she is at the beginning, if not moreso–but I saw more of a transformation in Janney.  What I’ve heard about Mary J. Blige in Mudbound is one reason I regret not seeing that one yet.

Male Actor in a Supporting Role
Richard Jenkins, The Shape of Water.  I could also go for Willem Dafoe in The Florida Project, and none of this matters because Sam Rockwell is getting the award.  But anyway, Jenkins was a delight in The Shape of Water, which is a delightful movie when it’s not sadistically torturing your heart.  Thanks as always Guillermo!  I haven’t seen Jenkins play a character like this before, and it wasn’t a huge stretch but there was a lot of heart to it and I thought he brought so much to the character that wasn’t on the page.

Female Actor in a Lead Role
Frances McDormand, Three Billboards outside Ebbing Missouri.  I have problems with this film as an awards contender, but not with her performance in it.  I could also go Margot Robbie for I, Tonya or Saoirse Ronan for Lady Bird.  Lady Bird was probably my favorite film of this batch, but everything was so natural and real that no one thing stands out in a way where I think “yes, this definitely deserves an award.”  I mean it does, because it’s a great film, but when I look at any one aspect of it compared to other films it’s hard to nail down why it deserves that specific award over them.  Which gets at the heart of why awards for the arts are so silly to begin with, but start pulling that thread and everything falls apart really quickly.  I would love to see Lady Bird get screenplay and directing awards, for sure.  The fact that I’ve spent this whole paragraph talking about Lady Bird makes me wonder why I’m even bothering with McDormand.  Alright, I’m changing my vote.

Saoirse Ronan, Lady Bird

Male Actor in a Lead Role
Gary Oldman, Darkest Hour.  Let’s be honest, films like this are made to get awards.  I don’t imagine it will get any awards but this one, but I think it’s deserved.  I went into the film feeling obligated, like I was doing homework, but found it much more entertaining than I’d anticipated.  The scene where Churchill takes the underground to Parliament completely won me over.  Full disclosure, I also have almost all of Oldman’s movies on DVD.  Ever seen Chattahoochee?  State of Grace?  Prick Up Your Ears (this one also has a great performance from Alfred Molina, a publicly underrated actor)?  I would also have no problem at all with Timothee Chalamet winning this for Call Me By Your Name.

Female Actor in a Drama Series
I’ve seen exactly one of these nominees, Millie Bobby Brown in Stranger Things.  I haven’t seen House of Cards since season 2, we don’t have Hulu in order to watch Handmaid’s Tale, and there are only so many hours in the day so I’ve never gotten around to Ozark or The Crown.  So sure, I’ll vote for Eleven.

Male Actor in a Drama Series
David Harbour, Stranger Things.  Honestly it feels a bit silly to vote for him over Peter Dinklage or Bob Odenkirk in shows that I enjoy and must admit are objectively better than Stranger Things, but I wouldn’t give Dinklage the award for this season of Game of Thrones and I don’t think Bob Odenkirk was lifting as much weight this season on Better Call Saul either.  David Harbour had much more to do this season than the last one.  Sterling K. Brown will win, which I have no problem with because I have a friend who writes on This is Us and I want that job to be there for as long as she wants it.

Female Actor in a Comedy Series
Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Veep.  She deserves every award available to her for all of time for this show.

Male Actor in a Comedy Series
I can’t get excited about any of the nominees in this category whom I’ve seen.  And looking at this compared to the women’s category, then remembering the godforsaken conversation that kept getting churned up out of the mud several years ago about whether women could be funny–my god, what is wrong with us.  Aaaand of course this category has six nominees rather than the five in every other one.  I haven’t seen Black-ish or Shameless but I’ve heard very good things about them, so this isn’t really directed at them, but I feel like other than Sean Hayes the other nominees are just playing themselves.  I mean this is literally true for Aziz Ansari and Larry David, who are both in shows I enjoy but certainly not because of their performances.  Weirdly Marc Maron is doing a better job of playing a character similar to himself than he did playing his actual self in his show Maron.

And now that he’s a known sexual creep I have no problem saying what I’ve long felt about Aziz Ansari–he is not a strong actor.  He never has been.  He’s played very well-written characters, and his writing ability certainly deserves (deserved?) to be celebrated, but I think it’s an insane conflation of his writing and his acting to give him acting awards for this show.  That’s always bothered me.

Anyway, I’ll throw Maron the most tepid vote ever.

Female Actor in a Television Movie or Limited Series
AKA who did you think did the best job in Big Little Lies?  This is a challenging question.  I thiiiiink maaaaaybe Nicole Kidman had the meatiest role, which is REALLY saying something given what Laura Dern and Reese Witherspoon were also tasked with.  So I understand Kidman winning the Golden Globe, and I’m perfectly happy with that.  My own preference goes to Laura Dern, if for nothing else than the moment at 19 seconds into this clip:

Male Actor in a Television Movie or Limited Series
Benedict Cumberbatch, Sherlock: The Lying Detective.  The only other nominee I saw was Alexander Skarsgard, which I have no problem with, but I’m just a big Sherlock fan.  So’s Mom.  This is as much for her as for me.

Stunt Ensemble in a Comedy or Drama Series
A stuntman died last year on The Walking Dead so it’s kind of fucking astonishing that they would even consider giving them a nomination.  I don’t follow the stunt community but I hope they’re as outraged about this as I imagine they would be.  Game of Thrones it is.  Lots of guys had to be on fire this season.

Stunt Ensemble in a Motion Picture
Abstain.  I only saw Logan and there were of course good stunts but I can’t begin to imagine what the other films required, so.

Best Ensemble in a Comedy Series
Veep, which as noted should win every award ever available to them for all time.

Best Ensemble in a Drama Series
Stranger Things.  What group of people has more captivated the attention of the country in entertainment than these kids?  Possibly the cast of This is Us, so, I’m good with that too.  See also the continuing availability of my friend’s job.

Best Ensemble in a Motion Picture
I always take this one literally–which cast had the most work to share and did that work the collective best?  This comes down to Three Billboards and Lady Bird, so per my conversation with myself under Best Female Actor I’m going Lady Bird.

Tommy and James, the Disaster Brothers

James Franco is getting attention and awards for his performance as Tommy Wiseau in The Disaster Artist, a film he directed about my favorite bad movie, The Room.  In his acceptance speech for his Golden Globe win for this role, as well as in his interview on the WTF podcast, he celebrates Tommy and what he sees as the lasting legacy of The Room, in that it has been entertaining thousands of people for 14 years now.  He feels Tommy has made the mark he set out to make when he began pursuing work in the entertainment industry.

I’m not buying this line of PR.

The Room is a terrible melodrama.  Wiseau has been marketing it as a black comedy ever since it attracted an audience during his self-funded theatrical distribution of the film in Los Angeles.  To his credit, Wiseau saw an opportunity for his baby and worked hard to pursue it.  Since he is basically the sole owner of the film, I imagine he’s been doing quite well thanks to its cult following.  So yes, in one cynical interpretation of the American Dream (not sure if there are any noncynical versions), Tommy has been a successful figure in the entertainment industry.

But, this movie.  It is so bad.  It is idiosyncratic in its terribleness, which is what has led to its cult success.  If someone with an eye for irony and any sort of skill as a filmmaker had set out to make a movie like this they would have failed.  Only Tommy could have done it, and done it so badly.  Everything about the making of the movie displays a complete ignorance about how movies are made.  This is not something Franco shied away from in his interview on WTF, at one point referring to it (correctly) as looking like dog shit.  It’s clear that nothing in it was intended as the sort of comedy Wiseau has pivoted towards in order to get a return on his $6 million (!) investment.  He’s probably made some money, and yes, people are being entertained by his work.  In every other way the movie is a failure.

This is where my disconnect between Franco’s attempt at a positive message and his opinion about The Room lies.  The Disaster Artist‘s ultimate message seems to be that if you pursue your dreams something good will happen to you.  That was essentially the message of Franco’s acceptance speech as well.  I think that’s a complete whitewashing of the reality of how bad The Room is, and the cancer of “fame and fortune as an end justify any means” that infects a lot of American culture.  I found all of this especially strange when Tommy himself was standing on stage next to Franco during his speech.  (And no, I have no problem with Franco pushing Tommy aside when he went for the mic.  I can’t imagine Franco would have had a chance to speak had Tommy gotten started.)  It felt like “See! I’m on stage in front of all of Hollywood!  I made it!”  This completely ignores the fact that everyone laughing at a screening of The Room is laughing directly at, not in any way with, the thing that Tommy worked so hard to make.

I am not in any way saying people shouldn’t laugh at this movie.  I own the DVD, I’ve gone to a midnight screening of it, I’m watching it for the seventh or eighth time this weekend with my friends Brian and Kristen because she’s never seen it and watching it with a newbie is one of my favorite things in the world.  I do, however, want to put the brakes on the idea that we get to somehow celebrate Tommy Wiseau while also laughing at him and his movie.  It’s hypocrisy.

Colin Fisher is many things to many people, but mostly he’s an actor and writer.

Thoughts on The Last Jedi

The first paragraph will be spoiler-free general thoughts, and then there’ll be a big white space with nothing but spoilers to follow.

There’s not much use in me saying whether I liked the film.  Of course I did–this is only the fourth film I’ve seen in a theatre since March 18th and one of my first memories is seeing the rerelease of Return of the Jedi in 1985 with my dad.  I’m not the guy to come to if you want to know if this film is good.  If you’re interested at all in Star Wars then you need to make it out to see this.  I’d rank it behind The Force Awakens, and of course behind the original trilogy.  My therapist has said I’m not ready to talk about the prequels yet.  That being said, it does feel like this is a continuation of The Force Awakens’ problem of retelling the same story as the original trilogy, up to a point.  And I feel like the dialogue is too contemporary in spots.  It doesn’t feel right for someone in this universe to refer to a “bigass cannon,” and some of the humor felt too specific to 2017.  I also struggle with the amount of humor they’re injecting into these movies.  Not that the original trilogy didn’t have jokes, but I think since Joss Whedon set the modern template for big action movies in The Avengers we have a sort of humor that wasn’t present before.  It makes me laugh, but sometimes it feels out of place.  I would take days and days of Mark Hamill as Luke Skywalker, and I like what Adam Driver is doing as Kylo Ren.  I think his motivations are a source of freshness for this trilogy.  Daisy Ridley is compelling as Rey, I was surprised at how much of the story is carried by Carrie Fisher, and most of the cameos were great surprises while a couple left me scratching my head.  A good deal of my opinion of the story of this film rests on where they take it with the next one.  I feel like there were loose threads that, if not addressed in the final film of the trilogy, will be a problem.

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I mentioned feeling like this film is repeating the story of the original trilogy.  I think that’s mostly true until the final set piece, when the Resistance flees to Krayt.  Wait, I just looked this up and it’s spelled Crait?  It’s not the same as the Krayt in Krayt dragon?  WTF?  Why would they use a homophone for something fans are familiar with, when they have total freedom to just make up any name they want?  The Krayt dragon is an extinct creature native to Tattooine, and Obi Wan Kenobi imitates its call when he’s scaring away the Sand People to save Luke in the beginning of Episode IV.  /nerdrant.

Anyway, as the Resistance slowly fled the First Order and finally arrived at the salt planet Crait I felt like we were on new ground, even though it seemed a lot like the Battle of Hoth at first.  The visuals were stunning and the climax between Luke and Kylo Ren was deeply satisfying.  I was so relieved when it was revealed that Luke was not actually present, because I want all the late-stage Luke I can get.  Imagine my disappointment when he faded away watching another binary system set on a planet far away from Tattooine.  But, it felt true to the story so I can’t complain.  I don’t mind so much that these films are repeating the same structure from the original trilogy; I’m just happy to see Star Wars movies in the theatre.  But it keeps me from really flipping out about them or calling them truly great movies.

Another problem with the repetition of the original trilogy is that these films completely undermine the victory at the end of Return of the Jedi.  Maybe there’s a lesson there, that there’s no end to evil in the universe and war will always be the status quo somewhere (another theme I was happy to see explored in this film with Benicio Del Toro’s character), but I think you can tell that story without repeating the same beats from the original films.   The biggest loose thread for me right now is Snoke’s identity.  I did not expect him to die in this film and they have some questions to answer about where he came from.  Word around the fanbase is that he is Darth Plagueis, the Sith lord who trained Darth Sidious (aka The Emperor) in the ways of the Dark Side. This is a character mostly from the Expanded Universe though he shows up by name in Episode III.  That could still be true, though the EU was tossed away as canon when Disney bought Lucasfilm.  If so, we need to know why he was not in fact dead during the rise of the Empire.  If it’s not true, then where the hell has this new Sith lord been hiding this whole time?  He’s clearly older than the Empire, which means he’s at least a contemporary if not a senior to the Emperor and Darth Vader.  Did he have nothing to do with them while they were running the galaxy?  Did we really set up a Supreme Leader that mysterious just to have him die halfway through his second film, never to be addressed again?  As I said, these are things that will hopefully come up in the final film of this trilogy, though it’ll have to be through backstory and that’s a weak way to go about things.

I like Kylo Ren’s motivation as revealed in his post-Snoke-murder conversation with Rey.  His desire is not to rule the galaxy with an iron fist because he craves the power that comes with it.  He wants to burn everything down, good and bad, and start anew with a system of his own making.  Flawed thinking, sure, but nothing so cookie-cutter as what we usually see in antagonists in films like this.  And this desire is flawed and eclipsed by his own personal hatred of Skywalker and his conflicted feelings about his parents.  Good stuff, and Driver delivers it.

Yoda!  And he’s a puppet again!  There is hope!  (Speaking of hope, someone count how many times that word was used in this film.  I was waiting for Obama to make a cameo).  I loved his scene with Luke, and he had one of my favorite lines of the film.  “We are what they move beyond.  That is the burden of every master.”  I assume we’ll be seeing Luke in ghost form next time, when Rey needs some guidance.  Better than nothing, but I want to see more of him in total control of the Force.

I think anyone writing about this movie is contractually obligated to mention porgs.  Look, I had already seen Return of the Jedi a million times before I became an adult with opinions about things, so I’ve been somewhat programmed to fall into the cute traps the Star Wars films set for people.  I had no problem with Ewoks and I was surprised to learn that people older than me thought they were dumb.  So I like the porgs.  They were in it just enough, the scene with Chewie was the sort of humor I do feel belongs in a Star Wars film, and they were created by an AI algorithm to pull every heartstring a human has.  I’m on board.  I wanted to feel salty about them, but I think they’re a victim of the marketing juggernaut behind this film more than their actual inclusion in the film.

WTF was Justin Theroux doing in this movie?  Other than a George Mason impression, that is.

Can Domnhall Gleeson maybe turn down the villainy dial just a few clicks?  They tried deflating him some in this film to comedic effect, primarily in the radio gag with Poe Dameron at the beginning (a good example of something I definitely laughed at, but in retrospect felt a bit out of place in Star Wars), which I feel is a comment on how over the top this character is.  It’s fun, but, good lord man.

Another of my favorite moments from the film:  Kylo’s “revelation” about Rey’s parents being no one.  Again Driver’s delivery here helped sell the moment to me.  Assuming he was telling the truth, which seems likely to me, this is something I’d like to see more of in my sci fi/fantasy films.  I’m overtired of the “you’re the One”/destiny storylines, because if a character is truly The One Named in Prophecy then what’s the point of going through the story?  What doubt does that leave for anyone in the audience?  I also think it creates a false narrative that we are each, in our own way, the most important part of whatever story we think is happening to us.  Most of us are by definition nobodies.  “Most people are average” is perhaps the truest statement one can make.  I’d like to see more of this in the stories we tell.  However, that still leaves the trope of Rey possessing “raw talent” the likes of which Luke has only seen in one other person.  I moderate a large online forum for acting, and the amount of young people who do not understand the amount of work that goes into being a skilled working actor is a constant source of frustration for me.  They think you’re talented or not, they believe every PR-driven story about overnight successes and stars who’ve never trained, and honestly I think stories like this just help enforce that belief.  No one wants to watch a movie about someone working really hard for ten years to get good at something.  It’s why we invented the training montage.

2017 broke me in a lot of ways, and I think one of them is my tolerance for the silliness of the nuts and bolts of making movies like this.  In our screening of this film, and I imagine all the others, there was a trailer for the new Jurassic Park/World/Galaxy movie, which honestly felt like it was also written by algorithm (could be a symptom of a terrible trailer too).  At one point Chris Pratt says to his favorite velociraptor, which is apparently a thing one can say and still be reflecting something that is true in our world now, “You know me.”  All I could see was a guy getting paid an absurd amount of money to pretend to have an emotional connection to whatever 2017’s equivalent to a tennis ball on a stick is, and I just have no patience for that any more.  The same feeling flared up a few times during The Last Jedi too.  Some line Rey had with Luke on his island, the typical “you can’t deny your destiny” yada yada stuff that fills all the cracks in these and other blockbuster movies.  It was a lame line delivered perfunctorily by a woman who is making more money than my family has seen in generations and, like, what are we doing here?  That’s nothing against Daisy Ridley.  I really like her and she’s doing a good job.  If anything it’s probably actor jealousy mixed with having spent too much time behind the scenes to be able to turn off my analytical mind mixed with I’m hurtling into middle age and I have a son now and no time for mediocrity.

Anyway.

It feels a bit silly to complain about that, then have no problem with the Luke/Yoda scenes because Mark Hamill was not only talking to a puppet (again, yay for old school!) but a puppet that was then decorated with a CGI sheen.  And for all I know the puppet wasn’t even on set with him, but recorded in some studio in London.  I suppose Yoda has been grandfathered into my ability to suspend disbelief.

Those are my general thoughts for now.  I’d like to see the movie again, ideally in a theatre but let’s be real.  My opinion could shift over time, but to sum up I had a great time in the movie, I have some nitpicks, and nothing is going to replace the original trilogy for me.

Dad Blog: Classical Baby Physics

Sir Isaac Newton certainly got some things right when he defined the laws of motion, but I’d like to point out a field he overlooked: classical baby physics.  I have a law or two I’d like to tack on to the Principia.

Your desire for a baby to avoid an object is inversely proportional to his attraction to that object.

We have one room in our three-ish room apartment that is mostly babyproof, our living room.  A couple of exceptions in here are the TV tray rack and the entertainment center.  These objects occupy maybe 15 square feet in a room that must be at least 150 square feet.  This is 10% of the room.  Del spends 75% of his time trying to climb both of these things.  What else is in this room?  A couch he can pull himself up on/eat the blanket covering it.  A dog bed.  Drawers with his clothes.  Shelves of DVDs.  Dog steps he can climb over and under and flip upside down.  Every single toy he owns.  Instead, he chooses to spend his time trying to grab cords and push buttons and climb TVs and pull himself up on the arms of the TV tray rack which are right at eye height so that he can slip and fall directly onto the wooden feet of same rack.  I no longer lift weights.  I just get about 100 reps of picking him up and moving him away from these things.  

Real talk: we have furniture straps for the entertainment center and TV.  It’s getting secured.  The TV tray rack however will forever be a wooden torture device ready to capture my son in its pointy arms.  My kingdom for a real table.

The degree of importance of your daily schedule is inversely proportional to your baby’s ability to maintain that schedule.

Some time around the second or third month, Amy and I stopped making plans in front of Del.  “He should wake up in the next 20 minutes, so we can take a walk at 4 and he’ll get his third nap in.”  He would sleep for another hour and a half, and the attempted walking nap would result in him falling asleep just as we returned to our stoop, prompting us to take another couple laps around the neighborhood just so he’d be able to make it til bedtime.  

I know he couldn’t understand us.  He still can’t.  I’m one of the most rational people I know.  He’s eight months old and I don’t discuss my plans in front of him.

And finally, one that’s a little more up Einstein’s alley:

As the amount of things you need to do increases, the time in which you can do them decreases.

The other day I needed to do two things: make a cup of coffee and pay a bill online.  It took me over 30 minutes to finally finish them both.  It went something like this:

Grind the coffee beans (what’s Del doing oh he’s just sitting in the middle of the room playing with a toy) set up the coffee maker (now it’s quiet oh no he’s going for the TV trays I think I can get this onto the stove before he makes it) put the coffee maker on the stove–I use a moka pot (open the baby gate grab him bring him to the other side of the room here play with all this stuff for a second) put some milk on the stove for your latte (no Del don’t climb the doggie steps you’ll just fall off here play with your car!) crap the milk got too hot stick it in the fridge for a second (oh buddy did you bump your head it’s OK here let’s dance for a minute) pour the coffee & milk into a mug and sit down for a second wait this tastes weird oh I forgot the sugar (no Del you can’t grab my mug it’s too hot but look it’s got Yoda on it!) go back and put sugar in there and sit back down and space out for about 20 seconds wait was I supposed to do something on the computer oh right (no Del you can’t grab the cord here sit over here no you can’t push the keys I know it’s so tempting) hey I got an email what was I doing on here again oh right bill and PAID.

When we took a road trip down south I started getting ready two days in advance and it still felt like a scramble to get everything ready on time.  I think if parents are going to make everything work we need to move at relativistic speeds and take advantage of the time dilation.

Colin Fisher is many things to many people, but mostly he’s an actor and writer.

What happens when a white male is sexually harassed

This post contains cable TV-level references to sex.  I’m not sharing this story as any kind of example of men being victims too, or we’re all in this together, or to take anything at all away from the many stories we’ve heard of the variety of inappropriate to illegal sexual situations women are routinely forced into.  This disturbing facet of our society is almost exclusively populated by male perpetrators and female victims.  It’s just that in light of things like the Harvey Weinstein story and many others, I realized that a thing that happened to me a long time ago is part of that landscape.  I’d always considered it some weird one-off thing, just some pervert randomly singling me out, but it’s one piece of a large and gross puzzle.  It’s also a crystal clear example of white male privilege working greatly in my favor.

Some time between 1999-early 2001 (based on the dorm I remember living in at the time), I was shopping at the Bearden Kroger on Kingston Pike in Knoxville late one evening.  I was by myself, and I turned down the cereal aisle to load up on probably Cinnamon Toast Crunch or Nature Valley bars or something.  There was one other person in the aisle, a middle-aged man in a ballcap, dad jeans, and glasses.  Whatever I was getting I was putting several boxes of it into my cart and he walked over and said “Do you like those?”  I paused briefly, letting the silence comment on the fact that I’d put three boxes into my cart.  

“Yes, I do.”

He said something awkward about trying something new for breakfast, and I smiled and nodded.  I started to move away and he said something I didn’t quite catch and I smiled and nodded at that too and moved on to the next aisle.  

He followed me over there, and his energy level was totally different.  He was excited and fervent, and he said something about me being cute.  I realized then that he was repeating the last thing he’d said in the breakfast food aisle, to which I had smiled and nodded and he saw that as an open door.  This would be fine if he didn’t immediately start asking me if I liked blowjobs.  This threw me and I walked over to the bread section (I remember so clearly where we were standing for the different stages of this, but not the specifics of what he said).  He said something like “Yeah, I bet you do” and then propositioned me.  A couple in their 20s was nearby, but out of earshot of his intensely low voice.  He wasn’t touching me but he was far too close.  They could tell this wasn’t a normal interaction.

I finally gathered my wits and said “Look, I’m sorry, I don’t go that way” and walked away.  I think I managed to get a few more things I needed and then beelined it to the registers.  The cashier was a guy in his 30s, and as he was scanning my items the man who’d propositioned me for oral sex was coming over to another register.  I saw the possibility that he was trying to follow me out to the parking lot, so I quickly pointed him out to the cashier and said that he had been bothering me.  The cashier called over another guy and introduced me and said this man could walk me out to my car.  They all played it very cool.  We took my stuff out and as I was driving off I saw the harasser coming out of the store.  I flew home, not sure how much this guy was just trying to hook up with strangers at a grocery store or if he would follow me to my dorm.  I didn’t see him again.

Until literally years later, shortly before I left Knoxville.  I was at the Borders (RIP) by West Town Mall, idly browsing like we did back when bookstores existed.  I was standing in the middle of an aisle looking down at a book I was holding.  Someone else came into the aisle within my field of vision–I could only see him from the waist down as I looked down at whatever book was in my hand.  I noticed out of the corner of my eye he was scratching himself.  Ew dude.  Then I noticed he kept scratching himself.  Then I noticed he probably wasn’t scratching himself and I moved away and of course it’s the Kroger perv.  I don’t think he remembered me at all; I think this was just something he did all the time.  I tried looking at another book by the registers but he came over and knelt down pretending to look at a book and trying to make eye contact with me.  I just left.  A few weeks later I went into that store again and he was there and I saw him see me and I just immediately walked out.  Never saw him again.

Anyway, that’s what happened to me.  Nothing serious, nothing scarring.  Just some doofus with zero power over me being sexually inappropriate.  Like I said, I’m not trying to draw any analogy between my experience and what so many women have described on social media in their personal lives and workplaces, other than to point out that this is practically sewn into the fabric of our society and I can’t imagine many people who’ve been able to completely avoid it.  As one woman pointed out to me, she doesn’t even remember details of all the times things like this have happened to her, like I do with this single instance.  I do take note that I definitely apologized to him (“I’m sorry, I don’t go that way”) and after the fact worried that I’d brought it on myself by smiling and nodding when he said that thing I didn’t quite hear, as if that were an invitation for him to ask me to have oral sex with him.  It’s scary how easily those thoughts came to me.

And about that white male privilege: the cashier immediately believed me and took action to help me out, and the man he called over complied without question.  I have no doubt whatsoever that anyone who reads this will believe me.  I never felt truly threatened by this man and knew that if it came down to it and I had to physically defend myself, any authorities who became involved would almost certainly believe me and I’d avoid any sort of punishment.  It didn’t leave any real lasting impression on me, because I haven’t thought about this in years until the stories about Harvey Weinstein finally saw the light of day.  I never thought anything like it would happen to me again, and it hasn’t.  Now, if I may A Time to Kill this scenario, take all that away.  Imagine I’m an African American woman.  The cashier doesn’t believe me, the perv follows me to my car, I have to fight him off, the cops show up and assume I’m the aggressor, and suddenly I’m in jail for punching a guy who was trying to sexually assault me (this is unfortunately one of the better scenarios that could play out).  I’m emotionally imprinted by all of this so when I see the perv at Borders later some kind of PTSD takes over and I’m a wreck and then I assume he’s been following me all these years.  It takes therapy for me to be able to relax in a public setting.  And again, this man had no power over me!  I can’t begin to imagine receiving this sort of attention from someone who employs me.

Like I said, I had chalked this up to just some random perv crossing my path at the wrong time, an isolated incident.  Now I realize that he’s one of who knows how many men who don’t understand how to relate to people they’re sexually attracted to and abuse all kinds of social norms to bridge that gap.  So, believe women.  And women, please keep telling your stories.

UPDATE:  I was worried I might be missing something here, overstepping some boundaries as someone who considers themselves an ally but lives in a pretty privileged place.  Turned out I walked into a big blind spot my friend Phillip pointed out on Facebook, and we had a good conversation about that which follows:

Phillip: I’m sorry, Colin, I have to be honest: as a gay man something feels … straight privileged in this story telling. It’s not one thing you wrote but the subtext, and you adding to this age old narrative of an innocent white straight male portraying himself as a victim of yet another lecherous perverted gay man. Adding to this narrative that gay men are so often sex crazed and dangerous bc they try and defile good straight young men. Something about the way you had to let us know that you let him know that you are straight. Why did you need to let him know your sexual orientation? Is this to suggest that bc if you were gay then fine, no problem, he could’ve blown you? Like that’s something all of us gays probably do in grocery stores, but bc you’re straight – that’s the reason this was extra scary and unwanted? If it was so undesirable why didn’t you just say “nope, not interested” and walk away? Is part of what upset you so much is that it was a man who hit on you at a grocery store? I’m guessing if a pretty young woman made a sexual advance at you at a grocery store, whether or not you’d been interested, this wouldn’t even be a story. It’s so typical that straight men suddenly become “victims” when men find them attractive and make a pass at them but when a woman throws herself at a man, well, that’s awesome and hot. Such a double standard, so latently homophobic and so deeply problematic.

Also: you’re trying to say that you had your own sexual harassment experience – and this doesn’t qualify as sexual harassment. Sexual harassment refers to what happened to you usually by a colleague or a boss or someone in a work or social situation. Not at Krogers by a stranger. What happened to you was that some horny, inappropriate man who may or may not have had some mental health issues misperceived you as possibly gay or queer or convertable and aggressively tried to pick you up. This story is nothing unusual in the gay world. Walk around Chelsea in Manhattan, go to various gay spaces and you’ll invariably eventually run into this among gay men. The fact that you found yourself on the receiving end of a sexual pick up by a gay man does not make you a straight victim of gay sexual harassment. It means some man made an inappropriately pass at you at a Kroger and at a bookstore some time later. Let’s not conflate sexual harassment with what you experienced.

And I’m not a woman, but I hardly think this example is the same situation that women face at the work place by a boss or someone else who has the potential to negatively effect their life for rebuffing their unwanted advances.

This left a really poor taste in my mouth. I appreciate you seeking to find a way to understand what it is women contend with – but you can’t understand it, Colin. You’re a straight cis white male. A gay man offering to give you head does not make you a victim and does not suddenly compare. Your job as someone with the privilege you have is to listen and consider what you hear. To be an ally if you so choose – not to insert yourself into the narrative and by doing so microagressively add to the shaming of gay men.

One more thing: did you consider anywhere in this story what it might be like to be a gay man in the south 15 years ago (assuming it took place a while ago) – that maybe this guy was deeply closeted and while it was inappropriate to aggressively hit on you, the whole reason he’s messed up is in part bc of a society of straight men who pushed him in the closet to begin with? That it wasn’t safe for him to come out, that he didn’t have any safe spaces to explore his sexuality and so that part of the sadness here is that it played out like that for him?

Me: My straight privilege definitely plays a role in this story as well, and I wish I had mentioned that up front. Instead it just flavored the whole thing and I regret that. I also really regret that this contributes to the narrative of gay men as predatory, because I’ve always hated that. This particular man felt very predatory, but I never attributed that to his sexual orientation and I didn’t want that to come across in the story. I like to think that if things were different, if this had been an older woman who went straight from saying I was cute to following me and talking aggressively about blowjobs, I would have been equally unsettled by the situation. But I certainly don’t dispute the double standard.

I wrote my reaction to him as I remember it, and upon remembering it did a double-take on myself. I don’t think at the time that I knew any out gay men and I was about to learn a lot more about that community. I didn’t want to change how I responded to make myself look better, but I should have commented on that response in my story. You’re right, I didn’t have to mention to him that I was straight. What I ultimately did was tell him I wasn’t interested and walk away, but the tone of his approach, which I clearly failed to properly communicate, was very unsettling to the point that I felt the need to get some help because I wasn’t sure what his intentions were. Not because he was gay, but because of the way he approached me. The fact that he was touching himself in Borders, as I mention later, indicates to me that he probably did have some mental issues that he needed help with.

I did try to address the fact that I know this is very different from what women deal with day in and day out, and ultimately my point was to show that for someone like me, a straight white man, when someone is sexually inappropriate with you it’s much easier to navigate out of and it happens very rarely. I do consider myself an ally and I always try at bare minimum to just listen to stories from outside my community, but I keep seeing calls for people like me to stand up and say something as well so I thought this might be a way to contribute. I was wary of overstepping my bounds and clearly had a big blind spot that I walked right into. I feel like I need to do more than listen, though clearly I could benefit from more of it. I was probably overeager. I really regret that and I thank you for taking the time to read it and tell me what you think.

With your permission I’d love to add your comment to the end of the post. My initial impulse was to edit accordingly to address what you’ve said but honestly I feel like your words should just stand there next to the story. If you’d rather I not do that I certainly understand.

Phillip: I went hard on you, Colin, and the fact that you are willing to hear me out and consider this – my respect for you has swelled. We don’t know each other well, but your openness speaks volumes about your goodness. It’s not easy for any of us to be confronted with our words and narratives – myself included. I may be gay, but I’m a white guy and I have a lot to work on myself.
Listen, you’re someone who even from a distance, I can tell has a big, kind heart – so to be fair – I would’ve been 100x more insulted if I didn’t on some gut level know that you had good and pure intentions on where you were coming from with writing that. It’s obvious that you were trying to create a dialogue and stand up and speak out on these issues. That’s admirable. And yet still, it is murky territory when we venture into identifying with the oppressed when we are an agent status.

Mental health: it’s hard to diagnose someone we don’t know, even if he was openly masturbating in a Borders. It could range from him being an alcoholic and having a sex addiction, low self esteem, to him being emotionally unstable to just being really confused and closeted and have impulse control issues. So hard to say. Clearly he also thought you were really attractive. I sort of think it’s too bad that so many men can’t just pay a compliment and leave it at that. The compliment isn’t always wanted or appropriate but when it starts venturing into the sexual, that’s where things get really problematic. Like, he could’ve said to you “you sir, are really handsome.” You may not have loved that, but it probably wouldn’t have made you nearly as uncomfortable as him detailing how much he yearned to get your d into his mouth. And on that note, of course that didn’t feel good to you. I hear that 100%. I have been on the receiving end of lecherous and unwanted attention too. It’s awful. So I wasn’t trying minimize that it didn’t feel good or unsafe.

Thank-you for listening. You can for sure use my comments how you’d like. I hope we can continue the conversation. It’s these experiences that help all of us to do better. Big respect to you, Colin.

Me: Thanks Phillip, I really try. I spend too much time online and I see the patterns of “discussions” where someone calls someone else on their stuff and rather than own up to it, they dig in defensively and it just never goes well. I really like it when people listen to each other and come to an understanding so I try to make that happen whenever I can. And honestly it’s just easier! It feels so much better.

He certainly seemed to have something else going on, and I have received compliments from men that were socially “normal” and I was incredibly flattered every time. Which is probably another point of privilege, because it’s never been a constant onslaught that lets me know I’m seen as pretty much one thing when I walk out the door. That too is baffling to me. Women, I think especially in NYC, exist in a world I’ve only seen through the stories they tell. And I believe those stories! It’s just so crazy to me that they experience something I only see in passing, a random catcall here or there, every single time they leave the house.

Anyway, I really appreciate everything you’ve said.

Colin Fisher is many things to many people, but mostly he’s an actor and writer.

This is a post about Christopher Columbus, for white people

Another year, another Columbus Day post.  I’ll keep doing this til something changes.  

This year, the police in NYC are guarding the statue of Christopher Columbus in Columbus Circle 24/7, in light of recent incidents involving Confederate statues in other states.  Apparently this statue and another in the park have been defaced recently.  I’m all for the petty vandalism.  I’m not necessarily in favor of the outright removal of the statue by everyday citizens because I don’t want anyone to get hurt, and I think it does more damage to the cause than good.  The city government taking it down would be a greater victory.  Here’s why I’d like to see it taken down:

Columbus was an idiot and a slaver and we were lied to as children.  He never set foot on anything that would belong to the United States of America.  He never admitted he was wrong, and if he’d been right he would have died in the middle of an ocean so much larger than he’d ever envisioned.  He didn’t prove that Earth is round.  We’ve accepted this since ancient Greece.  Well, most of us have.  He kicked off the bloodshed that would eventually lead to the founding of America, a country built on the backs of dead indigenous people and Africans.  It’s blood all the way down.

None of this is really up for debate.  The man’s diary itself is available, and immediately upon seeing the natives of Hispaniola he starts envisioning how they can be used to his advantage.  He was a terrible person.  Take two minutes to read about the man; it’s probably all you’ll need and all you can manage.

So why, then, are so many people so resistant to the truth about Columbus?  Why the clinging to a mythical tradition?  I think, much like Columbus, much like anyone who’s done or said something wrong, it’s very difficult to admit being wrong.  It’s OK that we’re wrong about this.  We’re taught this as children by people who learned it as children in a neverending cycle.  I want to break that cycle.  I want to stop teaching myths about the founding of this country to children.  Columbus wasn’t brave, he was terrible.  He was stupid.  The Civil War was absolutely fought over slavery.  The economy of America absolutely depended on a workforce of people treated as property.  These are tragedies and there’s nothing that can be done about them.  We can’t go back in time and bring back to life the millions of indigenous people wiped out by disease and war upon the arrival of the Europeans.  We can’t go back in time and stop slavery in its tracks when the first slave ship arrives on American shores in 1619.  These things happened and they are finished, etched in time.  However, we still feel their effects today.  African Americans have been legally defined as second-class humans since the writing of the Constitution until the Civil Rights Act of 1964, and socially so until the present day.  Acknowledging this fact will help us right the wrongs of today.  Native Americans have been pushed to the sidelines, to the brink of extinction, yet still they hold the ground they stand on and fight for recognition.  We can listen to them.

The myths we are taught as children gloss over the violent and unfair history of this country, and until those myths cease being taught we will still sneer at those populations here who stand up and ask politely that the weapon of the state please stop killing them.  The smallest step we could possibly take in that direction is to stop celebrating Christopher Columbus.

Philosophy of Driverless Cars

I promise this will be more fun than it sounds.  

I geek out over many things, but few things get me as excited as the intersection of technology and humanity, and where that intersection will lead us in the near future.  I do my best to stay on top of news in general, but I will always take the time to read anything about some technology that is destined to change our lives.  Most of this involves AI in its various forms, and driverless cars could be one of the most fundamental changes to the day to day life of an American in the next 20 years or so.  

There are many unknowns in that future, and this episode of Radiolab I just listened to made me think more closely about a couple of them: how do we program these cars for safety, and what happens to the economy surrounding driving when we all stop it and become passengers?

To the first point, this was an issue I was introduced to a few years ago.  Say your car realizes it is set for a collision on its current course and it needs to correct.  It can either run into a sedan with one person inside, or a motorcycle whose driver is wearing no helmet.  It’s possible that automakers could develop algorithms to help their cars determine the best course of action in a situation like this, one that would be the most likely to result in zero deaths.  Based on the available information in this situation, it seems likely that your car would steer into the sedan because a collision with a helmetless motorcycle rider is more likely to be fatal.  The car is choosing to hit someone.  What if the driver of the sedan isn’t wearing a seatbelt?  What if they’ve recently had surgery that actually makes them much more vulnerable to injury than the motorcyclist?  You can imagine any number of variables the car’s AI isn’t aware of that could result in it making a fatal choice.  This is essentially a very real, very strange Trolley Problem.  

In my humble opinion, it’s vital that carmakers work with the government to establish industry-wide regulations that result in the safest possible environment for us and create a level playing field from car manufacturer to car manufacturer.  This is the essence of what government regulation exists to achieve.  I fear that this situation, though, opens the door for any of the many groups whose members would stand to lose a great deal economically if driverless cars become the norm to step in and use fear tactics on the public to push back against this technology.  

This would be a huge mistake.  The very act of shifting to driverless cars will save thousands of lives in the first year alone.  People die in accidents constantly in this country, and while safety measures in cars have increased steadily since the days of the Model T, we still take it as a given that for everyone to travel as we do today, some people just have to die.  They are sacrifices to speed and convenience and, in the case of those killed by semis carrying retail goods at maximum speeds for maximum hours, low prices.  This doesn’t have to be the case.  I’m not suggesting that driverless cars would result in zero deaths, but the amount would shrink so dramatically that it’s quite possible that statistically, the number would be nonexistent.  This would be a huge boon to humanity.

Which brings me to the second point: the economical impact of no more drivers.  The most obvious victims of this economic shift would be truckers, and the industries that have arisen to support them (namely rest stops).  Truckers belong to a hell of a union, and being a union man myself I expect no less than their union fighting to the death to keep their jobs viable, as it should.  Worker productivity would shift in every city except New York as people begin clocking in at the start of their commute, since their cars can serve as traveling offices.  

New Yorkers will still be trapped underground, cursing the delayed train in front of them.  

We wouldn’t even need to own cars anymore, really.  Imagine one giant fleet shifting around a city, all cars communicating with one another to organize a maximally efficient flow of traffic through a groupmind like that of ants, or a flock of birds.  Or if you do own a car, you don’t need to park it any more.  It can drop you off at work and go off into the city making money for you for the next eight hours, acting as a taxi to strangers while you work in your office.  The implications are endless.

But as I mentioned, this will result in a loss of thousands and thousands of jobs, if not millions.  To which I say: at what point does all our technology simply allow us to stop working?  

What is the point of developing all this convenience if we all just have to keep working forty hours a week at moderately suffocating jobs that make someone else a great deal more money than what we’re making?  When do we cede enough of the grunt work to machines so that we just work if we want to?  “Thank you, truckers.  We appreciate all the work you’ve done for us over the decades.  You don’t need to do that any more, and we don’t need you to do anything else, so, just hang out for a while I guess?  Start a hobby?”  As our technology increases, more and more jobs are replaced and general quality of life increases, but we’re losing employment.  This is untenable under current economic models and I for one would like to see currency completely eliminated from human society.  Short of that, have you heard the good news about universal basic income?

Colin Fisher is many things to many people, but mostly he’s an actor and writer.

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