Unexpectedly Into The Good Wife
By way of a change from the last few rants:
Courtesy of some channel surfing on the part of The Mrs, he discovered, and found himself enjoying an episode of, The Good Wife, which led to a Season One boxset coming into the house and several evenings given over to a couple of episodes at a time. It's a million miles away from the geeky fare that usually grabs the attention of us both, having no aliens, spaceships, time travel or dysfunctional cartoon families in it, but despite that we're both really gripped by it.
For those not in the know, it's the story of one of those 'stand by your man' wives caught on the periphery of a political/sex scandal and forced to return to her former career as a lawyer when her husband is jailed. Julianna Margulies (really good here) is the wife in question, and the ongoing stories weave between her legal cases, the law firm, her family/home life as she deals with her teenage kids and an absent husband, and the husband's political and legal wrangles as he tries to recover from the scandal and overturn his conviction. There are multiple layers to each of these too, with her new boss being her old law school flame, for example. There's a great cast assembled around the lead, and the individual stories are generally pretty strong.
I'm not going to delve too much into reviewing the detail, because at this point we're viewing stories that are two years old, but I did want to recommend it.
And also to note that having thought about it, it seems to be holding both our interest by existing at a conjunction between two types of TV series we each individually like. For me, it's squarely in the LA Law school, a series I absolutely loved back in the day, and plays in that same 'office politics and relationships mixed with courtroom drama' space.
For The Mrs, I think the secret is in his description of the series to someone as "It's only a legal drama to the extent that House is a medical drama". House, a series he loves and I can't stand, is absolutely one of those that he'll consume an entire season of at a sitting, and I can see where he makes a connection between it and The Good Wife structurally.
We're into the final third of Season One, with the whole second season ahead of us before we're caught up on the US screenings. Worth a look.
On Leadership, Privilege and Arrogance
On Tuesday night David Cameron, political leader of this country on a mandate of 36.1% of the popular vote and a minority of seats in Parliament, finally lowered himself to return from the holiday we pay for after a mere four days of the worst civil unrest in a generation in his capital city and several others.
When he got back he recalled Parliament for an emergency session and as I noted on Wednesday, made all sorts of vacuous noises about "values... and personal responsibility" and generally acted like the pompous, privileged wanker he is.
Then in the debate yesterday he advocated the use of water cannons, 'baton rounds' (that's apparently shotgun rounds that don't kill people. But can blind them) and legislation to allow police officers to force people to remove hoods if they're wearing them, while also noting that closing down social media channels should also be an option.
Yes - he wants the police to be able to dictate what people can wear, to shoot troublemakers, and to shut down people's access to communication systems. Sounds a lot like the policies of the regimes he was supporting opponents of only a few months ago, doesn't it? How quickly the times change. And don't get me wrong, I'm not in any way equating people throwing off repressive regimes with the Comet smash and grab crowd. But I am equating reactionary political leadership with reactionary political leadership.
I know people who would have wound up slap bang in the middle of a riot earlier this week if they hadn't seen warnings about their area on Twitter. But their safety would apparently just be another victim of Cameron's urgent need to look like he's doing something. Which he isn't. Unlike the thousands of people who organised mass clear-ups of the trashed cities via... what was it now.. oh yes, Twitter.
To understand why our supposed leader's unmitigated catastrophe of a response to this situation, tied to a stunning unwillingness to acknowledge *any* responsibility for it, is so offensive, you have to understand where the man comes from.
And where he comes from is a background of extreme privilege, which led him to one of the most exclusive and expensive schools in the country and time at Oxford University which saw him join the Bullingdon Club, whose purpose is basically to eat the kind of meals that cost more than most people spend on food in a month, get violently drunk, and occasionally trash the premises of various establishments they find themselves in or near. It's a lifestyle rooted in a mindset that reveres excess, self-indulgence and ostentatious consumption, and David Cameron is so immersed in it, it's hard to imagine him even comprehending the way the huge majority of his electorate live their lives - especially as there's never the smallest hint of empathy with *anyone* not just like him on display.
An illustration: this is a man who tried to explain how very unconventional his wife is by noting that she was only a day pupil, not a boarder, at her posh school. That's right: he thinks that *not* being a boarder is an indication of unconventionality...
So this is the man in whose privileged hands all our rights and privileges rest. Whose warped sense of what's normal dictates what we're all going to be allowed to do, say and wear. Whose entire background and upbringing (and of course his actions and decisions) marks him out as of that class who instinctively feel they know better than the rest of us.
There's a certain amount of talk of an 'underclass' in the debates following the riots and looting, which suggests that in some people's minds there's also an overclass.
I wonder who on earth would think of himself belonging in that?
The London Riots
The last few days have been slightly surreal at More a way of life Towers. The Mrs and I were away at the weekend, so only had a rough sense of the trouble on Saturday night from comments on Twitter and a bit of news we saw. Sunday night we got home knackered and crawled into bed fairly swiftly, so it was only really on Monday that a sense of what had been happening filtered in.
And then Monday night hit and suddenly everything got *really* strange. From early evening the news was recounting trouble in various places, but far more, Twitter was full of references to things "kicking off" all over the city. It rapidly became hard to tell what was a real situation and what was just rumour, speculation or plain old mischief. What did become increasingly clear is that the actual situation, wherever it was happening, was spreading and worsening in its ferocity. The footage of that furniture store ablaze in Croydon was, I suspect for others as much as for me, the moment when the real violence of the situation really hit. The sight of the flames entirely engulfing that block, encroaching on the property around it and threatening homes, lives and livelihoods indiscriminately - that was the moment when I felt London was suddenly an odd, alien place. Not a thing you expect after living in a city for more than twenty years.
And all the while the tweets were flying - Lewisham's trouble was online well before it was on the news, likewise trouble in leafy, suburban Bromley of all places. We were in an odd little bubble between three or four sites of conflict, so although it didn't hit us, there were sirens going by in every direction until the small hours, and helicopters passing overhead all night.
What the news was showing was a lot of property damage, and a lot of looting in the midst of it all. Having been away for the start of things, it wasn't until Tuesday that I saw coverage of the peaceful protest in Tottenham on Saturday that at least ostensibly formed the trigger point for the ongoing trouble. It's obviously hard to see the connection between a group of people protesting the death of a man at the hands of the police (and in particular his family's difficulty in getting answers to their questions about the event) with gangs of people on the other side of London smashing in Currys shop windows and having off with a 40" flat screen TV, but an awful lot of column inches have been given over to people trying to make it.
I'm certainly not going to play armchair sociologist, but I'm in no way deaf to the argument that people left shafted by years of political and financial malfeasance and the creation of a society where the people with least end up paying the most to put right the situation created by the greedy and the mega-rich may seize an opportunity to rebel. What is harder to get is why so many of them ended up striking out at homes and businesses in their own communities, damaging the property and lives of their neighbours, many of whom probably share their situation. The only assumption I can make is that they don't feel that they are their communities. Certainly most of those involved who have been willing to be interviewed (that I've seen) haven't articulated their reasons in political or social terms; it's seemed more like it's about an ill-focused 'anger', a sense of exclusion/injustice and being swept up in a mob mentality that ends with them getting 'stuff' that they wouldn't usually be able to afford. And that overrides any sense of fellow feeling that might put the brakes on smashing a window, nicking some trainers, or setting fire to a building people live in. It's hard to imagine anyone who felt they had a stake in their community being quite so carried away.
Conversely of course, the #riotcleanup hashtag brought out those who actually do feel part of the decimated communities (and the wider community - I know people from all over London who descended on the trashed zones with their brushes and binbags yesterday). The pride displayed in Tweets noting that the clean-up had been organised in a matter of hours when it had taken the vile David Cameron four days even to say anything on the situation, let alone come back from his swanky Tuscan holiday, was more than justifiable. The news last night was full of a wide cross-section of Londoners helping to repair their city even while knowing that their work could be undone if Monday's events were repeated. (And note - 'wide cross-section': A surprising number of people seem somehow only to have seen the non-white participants in the looting. I wonder if they were reversely affected when watching the clean-up.)
Yesterday evening, the city felt really, REALLY odd. I walked home down our local high street, where the shops were all closed far earlier than usual (boarded up in some cases), small groups gathered at bus stops and on corners, and there was a strange feeling/tension in the air. I felt that these groups were standing watch - not waiting to take part in trouble, but to prevent it, the way members of other communities had stood up to the rioters and looters the night before. And again, Twitter was full of contradictions - some blatantly false statements about shops being looted alongside the kind of message I could have posted; "I'm standing right outside the shop in question and NOTHING IS HAPPENING". I can't fathom what people thought they were achieving in posting outright lies in such a potentially volatile situation.
In the end of course, the massive police presence quietened London down while other cities bore the brunt, while we spent the night waiting to hear sirens and helicopters again.
And this morning we're back to hearing Cameron mouthing nonsensical platitudes; promising "a society with a clearer code of values, a focus on better parenting and more personal responsibility" and nothing actually tangible while utterly ignoring any of the legitimate questions about his government's policies and their impact on the society he's theoretically leading. While letting the banks away with ever-more-flagrant pisstaking, attempting to dismantle most of the support mechanisms for those least able to support themselves, and watching his Chancellor getting ready to abolish the highest rate of tax for the highest earning.
This is our city. This is our country. This is our leadership. We're fucked, basically.