Skip to main content

Still Need More Voice for Choice


One year ago today I wrote a post critiquing an article from Newsweek entitled “Baltimore restaurant owner can’t get employees to return because they make more in unemployment.” Here’s my piece:

The Truth About Choice

It’s striking that one year later we are still seeing the same arguments of why low wage, high risk workers should be forced to return to work. In other states there’s talk of removing benefits to make it happen. This sentence I wrote last year still rings true:

I continue to be enraged by the attitude that “affluent people like us” are naturally responsible and trustworthy, while low-wage workers are treated like bad children. 

Whenever you see politicians and business owners holding forth on what “those people” need to do, you will know instantly that this kind of paternalism is at work. 

I had to laugh when I read this headline this morning:

Desperate for workers, US restaurants and stores raise pay , Christopher Rugaber, AP

Shocking, isn’t it? Employers might actually have to do a better job recruiting. That old supply-and-demand thing might be in play even for “those people”. If you want people to choose you, you had better made that choice worth their while.

But if you don’t think that “those people” deserve a choice then you are clearly revealing a mindset that champions a rigid class system. Your view of the economy is that it will only function successfully for you if others are forced to do things they do not want to do. 

... “affluent people like us” are naturally responsible and trustworthy, while low-wage workers are treated like bad children. 

I find this attitude loathesome and I don’t believe that it makes for a successful economy, either. I’m rooting for low wage workers to get better pay and more choice to make the decisions that are right for them and their families. 

In the meantime, I see that the Ellicott City Diner is hiring. I don’t know anything about the rate of pay but it would be interesting to find out. 


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Teacher Gifts

Today is the last day of school before the Winter Break. It’s a good time to remember the far-reaching nature of our public school system. You may not have children. You may have sent your children to independent schools. It matters not. You will be impacted one way or another. Yesterday I read a long thread on Facebook about several waves of illness in the schools right now. There’s influenza A and norovirus, I believe. And of course there’s COVID. Apparently in some individual schools the rate of illness is high enough for school admin to notify parents.  When I was little the acceptable holiday gift for a teacher was one of those lovely floral handkerchief squares. (I don’t know what it was for male teachers. They were rare in my elementary years.) These days the range of teacher gifts is wider and I have fond memories of Target gift cards which I have written about before. I think it’s safe to say that giving one’s teacher Influenza, norovirus, or COVID is not the ideal holiday...

They Can Wait

This is not a typical Saturday post. That’s because, in my community, it’s not a typical Saturday.  Oakland Mills High School, after years of deferred repair, needs massive renovation. It’s pretty simple: when you don’t fix a problem it gets bigger. The school system itself said the the OMHS school building was  "no longer conducive to learning" back in 2018.  2018 .  But Thursday the Boad of Education voted to push it out of the lineup of important projects which will be given the go-ahead to proceed soonest.  In my opinion it’s a terrible decision and sets a dangerous precedent. To explain, here’s the advocacy letter I sent in support of Oakland Mills High School. I was rather proud of it. I am writing to ask you to proceed with needed renovation at Oakland Mills High School in the most timely and comprehensive manner humanly possible. I have read the letter sent to you by the Oakland Mills Community Association and I am in complete agreement. You are extremel...

Columbia Chance Connection

  Last night, as my husband and I were about to sit down to dinner, our front door swung open and a cheery voice announced, “I’m ba—ack!”  We weren’t expecting anyone. Clearly the only people who’d walk right in to our house would be one of our offspring. I had my reading glasses on so I wasn’t seeing too clearly. It seemed too tall for our youngest, but we knew our eldest was at work. I took off my glasses to see a friendly but confused face scanning our living room. When her gaze landed on us we all had a sudden realization. We didn’t know eachother. “Oh I’m so sorry! I’m in the wrong house! My daughter just moved in and she needed hooks for the kitchen so I ran out to get them.” She waved the package. “All these houses look the same and I don’t know the neighborhood yet. I thought this was my daughter’s house.” We were all getting a bit giggly. “That’s okay. For a quick second we thought you were our daughter,” said my husband. I told her our names and said she should defin...