We were there only recently…
We were there only recently…
I liked shopping for books at Waterstones, but I suppose that all has to stop now: Waterstones says it can’t pay living wage, as 1,300 authors support staff appeal
No doubt someone will ask how they will ever pay a living wage if people boycott the chain, but that’s unfairly saddling everyone else for its poor management – although, I suppose to shareholders, and the market in general, it’s seen as good management.
To my mind, if you can’t pay a living wage, you can’t afford your real staff costs and you’ve got a problem. And of course, the excuses from the top of the company would be much easier to swallow if those sitting there weren’t so well remunerated despite their inability to pay a living wage. Apparently (if Wikipedia is correct) the managing director lives with his family “…in a 4 storey house in Hampstead. They have a second house in Suffolk, and a third in Scotland.”
I don’t begrudge people making money, but it seems to me that it might make it easier to own several properties if you don’t have to pay your employees fairly…
It’s so hard to write and to think deeply with Katrina and the Waves blaring out on the pub playlist. I am not particularly miserable at the moment, but neither am I ‘Walking on Sunshine‘. In fact, I resent this song for the simple reason that I have never ever been as happy as she sounds when she sings this song.
I didn’t even like sunshine at all for many years; even on holiday I’d try to avoid it. It simply didn’t make me happy. While everyone else was in shorts and keen to get a tan, I’d cover myself up, walking around as pallid as a Southern Belle, obviously, of course, minus the charm and the inheritance.
“Oh me, oh my Mr Butler, why I simply can not abide this blazing Norfolk sun!” I would say while fanning myself.
It’s OK now though, ‘Loser‘ by Beck has just come on and restored my mood.
Two MPs discussing measures to tackle obesity on the BBC this morning:
They couldn’t even get near the desk due to their huge guts…
People seem to be leaping to the defense of Marie Kondo, saying that her comments on books were misunderstood or misinterpreted as in: Keep your tidy, spark-joy hands off my book piles, Marie Kondo.
I think they’ve all missed the obvious problem with her fame and reputation though: the fact that she’s making a substantial living at telling adults how to tidy up after themselves.
I don’t care whether its books, coffee cups or lego bricks. When did swathes of adults become so infantilised that they need to follow a Netflix show to understand how to tidy up after themselves and de-clutter their lives?
The ‘system’ has conditioned people into mindless acquisition, and now the system will tell them how to fix the situation (presumably with the aim of getting them to acquire more and then purge – ad infinitum!).
Don’t defend Marie, just ignore her and she’ll go away!
…but you can become famous now for telling people how to tidy up, and Marie Kondo has her own show on Netflix on this very subject. I only became aware of her after Lifehacker posted something about her advice on getting rid of books.
It’s bad enough that people feel the need to watch this sort of thing (and that she probably makes a living at it), but to compound it by telling people to cut down to no more than an arbitrary number of books in their house is puzzling. Perhaps if people had more books, they would be better educated and there would be less call for these sorts of lifestyle gurus to peddle their vacuous nonsense.
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