Yahoo recently hired a pregnant woman to be their new CEO. This is generating a fair amount of discussion on the subject. The best so far is from Forbes.

[Marissa Mayer]’s a CEO and can give herself work-from-home days if she needs to. She can hire a nanny, a nurse, a courier, a cook. She can set her company policy so that infants are allowed in the workplace (which has benefits like higher morale in the office!). Her hot-ass husband is a venture capitalist with a flexible schedule who can take the kid to doctor appointments and whatnot.

You know who’s not a CEO? Almost everyone else. Marissa Mayer is an outlier, and while her actions may make splashy headlines, her situation doesn’t apply to the rest of us. […]

Things have improved immensely since the early ‘70s for college-educated women like me: In 1971, 27% of working women with B.A.s were able to take paid maternity leave; by 2006, that figure was 66%.

For women whose education topped out at high school, though, 16% had paid maternity leave in 1971. And these days? Why, would you look at that: The number hasn’t improved at all.

The vast majority of women going back to work after two weeks have nothing in common with Marissa Mayer. They’re dragging their weary butts back to work, and wrapping up their boobs because there’s no place to pump at work. They’re getting paid by the hour.

Clancy has quite a bit of vacation and sick leave saved up, so we’re not going to be taking as much of a financial hit as a lot of people do when it comes to maternity leave. Even so, it’d be nice if Clancy had been able to take her vacation days and get some time to take care of the baby after it is born. A lot of other countries apparently manage this, but not ours.

Having said that, there are some real concerns that would come along with it. The Forbes author gives an anecdote about how she declined to take advantage of something she was legally entitled to. Similarly, I know a pregnant woman who is under a degree of pressure not to take advantage of her due maternity leave. She talked of taking eight weeks of leave, and the response was along the lines of “We’ll see.” She was legally entitled to it, but an uncooperative employer can make life difficult for you if you take advantage of it. And if you force, force, force it upon them and go after them for anything that merely sniffs like a punitive response, you have essentially added a asymmetrical cost to hiring women.

Another female acquaintance, in response to Mayer’s hiring at Yahoo, mentioned on Facebook that she got her current job while pregnant. She said during the interview “I don’t know if you realize I’m pregnant or think I’m just a porker, but I’m only somewhat porker and very pregnant.” (You’d have to know her to believe as I do that yes, she would actually say this in a job interview.) She got the job. Would she have gotten the job if it meant that she would be gone for 12 weeks and that they’d have to pay her and a replacement? I don’t see employers as being that far-sighted.

So where does that leave us? The government could take care of paying the parents. A social evolution where men were just as likely to take the time off as women could negate any discriminatory effect. Alternately, if you had generous leave that was so limited that men would almost have to take the time off, you could relieve the discriminatory effect. Of course, then you would be discriminating against one-parent households. Unless you said that a single parent gets twice the leave, which then penalizes women who married their child’s father.

One other possibility, I suppose, would be tax credits to corporations with family-friendly policies. That would encourage more companies to offer paid maternity leave, but would let those that are worried about it off the hook. That would, of course, be yet another line in the tax code. There would also likely be some employers that would take the credits and then apply pressure on employees not to use them. Intuitively, it seems like the abuse would be less than simply by demanding maternity leave for everyone. Of course, you’d have to strike the right balance between “enough of a tax credit to encourage employers to do it” and “not too much of a tax credit to where they have to do it whether they intend to comply or not.”

For those of you who have never heard of it, IGA is the Independent Grocers Alliance, a sort of franchising model among grocery stores and supermarkets in contrast to a chain of them. They’re independently owned but also work together. As with fast food franchises and the like, though, someone with a successful IGA store here may also start an IGA store over there.

The IGA in Summit closed earlier this year, after being in business for some 20+ years. Nearly everyone is attributing this to something that they already opposed. One faction blames Walmart, which opened up right down the street. Another faction is blaming unions, as IGA ran a union shop. The people who owned the IGA are actually busy working on getting a new location opened up in Callie.

Here in Callie, we have two supermarkets, a dinky little IGA downtown, and a large Safeway on the side of town. I uniformly shop at the latter. Partly because it’s closer. We live on the same side of town. Also, it’s less expensive. Also, it keeps better hours. Also, it’s more convenient. This is rather a common theme. Don’t like big box stores? Try living in a place without them. It’s uncertain to me how IGA stays in business, aside from community loyalty and being slightly on the west of down. I’m not sure if that’s going to be enough to keep Chain IGA from driving Dinky Little IGA out of business. Two large and convenient locations on each side of down, and LDIGA sandwiched in between.

I believe the ultimate answer to why IGA is leaving Summit has little to do with Walmart, per se, or unions. To the extent that CIGA’s leadership has commented, they said that Summit’s supermarket market is oversaturated. There are six large supermarkets and that appears to be one too many. It was profitable, but not profitable enough. And not as profitable as the new location in Callie should be.

I don’t fully understand why this community needs a second store. Then again, we also something on the order of five auto part places, several garages, and broadly more choices than I would expect to exist in a community of a few thousand. That’s been one of the surprises of ruralia, to be honest. When debating whether or not a pharmacist should be able to refuse to fill a prescription for birth control, the spectre of “the town where there is only one pharmacy” comes to mind. But if towns of only a few thousand have three pharmacies, how many towns of a single pharmacy exist? How many are in places that people aren’t used to regular trips to a larger town.

It’s been an interesting experience, living in a place smaller than I had ever intended. The commercial options are certainly more limited, but a lot less limited than I would have guessed. I guess I had sort of envisioned a Mayberry, where there was the grocier, the pharmacist, the mechanic, and so on. The number of things that come in ones are quite few. Even large supermarkets, apparently.

I absolutely loved this quote:

No sketch of Harold Berman can be complete without a reference to an epigram in which he summarized children’s natural grasp of natural law: A child says, ‘It’s my toy.’ That’s property law,” he said. “A child says, ‘You promised me.’ That’s contract law. A child says, ‘He hit me first.’ That’s criminal law. A child says, ‘Daddy said I could.’ That’s constitutional law.”

At some point I will have to post on a kid I had who used the concepts of arguing for gay marriage so that he may talk to his friend that he was not supposed to be talking to. It was brilliant. I told the kid he should go to law school. But I didn’t let him talk to his friend.

From a piece about SeaWorld (subscription maybe required):

The first Sea World opened in San Diego in 1964. It was the brainchild of four college friends who originally planned it to be little more than a restaurant with some aquatic viewing areas. Featuring dolphin shows as the main attraction, the park was popular from the start. But when the owners purchased the original Shamu in 1965 for $70,000 and began displaying her, revenues soared. Eventually Sea World would open locations in Florida, Ohio and Texas, and orcas came to be the parks’ mainstay. Sea World is zealous in defense of its use of orcas for understandable commercial reasons: Mr. Kirby cites figures suggesting that orcas account 70% of the parks’ revenues.

Huh. I’ve been to three different SeaWorlds and have absolutely no recollection of seeing Killer Whales. I had no idea it was that central to the business. I was always more interested in the dolphins (which killer whales apparently are a type of, but I mean dolphins-dolphins). Or maybe it was that the Killer Whale shows were too crowded, thus explaining both how important they are to Sea World and why I never saw them.

Anyhow, the piece is about a book about how it’s wrong to keep killer whales in captivity. It apparently makes a pretty good case, if it has Jon Last convinced.

When I was in middle school, one of the things we had to do for physical education was “dance.” Like, partnered dancing. To do this, obviously, you needed partners.

The way that the coaches had it set up was that they lined up all of the guys on one side of the gymnasium, and all of the girls at the other, and you picked your partner. Guys or girls would walk across the gym and ask someone to be their dance partner. By rule, if asked, you cannot decline.

I’m not entirely sure what the purpose behind this ritual was. Maybe there was a confidence-building aspect to it. “Hey, I asked a girl, and she said ‘yes’! (never mind that she had to)” Maybe it was just a way that partners could partner off by their own volition and that allowing people to decline would be fraught with hazard (because junior high kids don’t know rejection)? Maybe it was a way in which nobody could be blamed for saying yes.

I remember that when I learned of this, my thought was that I hated it. I didn’t care if they had to say yes because, if they didn’t want you to be their partner, you’d find out about it. As conspicuously as possible. I had visions of the girl I was dancing with trashing me relentlessly just to make sure everybody knew she was only doing it because she had to. That was the way things worked. You made dang sure that even if you were partnered with someone, if you didn’t want to be associated with them, you made sure that everyone knew it. It worked this way with school assignments. With dancing? That times ten.

So I sure as heck wasn’t going to ask anyone. And it was doubtful that anyone would ask me. So I’d end up in the randomly assigned group. This, too, lent itself to conspicuous disassociation, but at least then you could both claim that it’s not what you wanted. That was how it worked with school assignments. If they rolled their eyes loudly, I would do my part to make sure that everyone knew this was an assigned partnership. I didn’t want to be associated with someone that didn’t want to be associated with me. Which meant asking nobody.

I didn’t expect many people to cross the gym. I figured most people would do what I was going to do. We shuffled our collective feet for what seemed like half an hour but was maybe a couple minutes. Then, finally, #14 (a jock) crossed the threshold and asked a hyperpopular girl. She looked relieved. I recall her having a boyfriend of higher stature than #14, but I guess she thought that he would do and was much better than the alternatives (like, me).

Come to think of it, it was the ultimate opportunity for the worst reject to put a cog in the works of the way that things were supposed to work. The nerdier, the more power you had. It was a transient power, because you wouldn’t get anything more than a dance partner, but it was something. Only if you were willing to do what I was not.

After he broke the ice, more people started moving. Almost entirely from the boy’s side. This was my worst nightmare. The more people who boycotted the ritual, the more safety there was. At the rate things were going, I was going to be among a small group without the gumption to pick a parner. The only upside is that I would get coupled with a fellow reject who would have little room to loudly roll her eyes. Oh, but who was I kidding? She’d roll them anyway.

Then, out of nowhere, came Ashley. If the class photo is still expandable, I’m pretty sure the Ashley is the girl next to #30. Ashley and I had conversed very lightly before, of the “Can I borrow your pencil?” variety, but that was about it. She was leagues and leagues above me. She was… actually kind of attractive. It was, in retrospect, quite amazing that she hadn’t been picked yet. Then there she was, picking me. She didn’t “ask” like she was supposed to, instead opting for “let’s go”, but who the flip cared.

It was all kind of chaotic, so I don’t know who I might have been partnered with otherwise. But having avoided the lottery, I was on cloud nine. That she was attractive was nice, but not as important as that she wanted to be there. Well, that may have been an overstatement: she wanted to be there more than all of the other available options. Well, that may have been an overstatement: she felt a warm enough pity for me that she picked me rather than let me twist in the wind.

She was also a great partner. By which I mean, she was patient with me. She never rolled her eyes. We did okay together. It was a good thing, too, because my class critics/bullies didn’t relent. A few people, perhaps assuming that we were an assigned pair, made fun of the asymmetry of our partnership. “Oooh, look, Will is dancing with a real live girl!” and more than once she would say “Because I asked him.” (Standing up for me! In a fashion.) One of the more persistent critics was actually #27, who was dancing with #30, both of whom would later become friends (and #27 my guardian protector). Boy I hated him then, though.

I really don’t know why she did it. Very few guys would have rolled their eyes at being picked by her. If any. She wasn’t a 10 by our school’s standards, but she was a solid 8. Maybe minus one for her general dress.

I always felt an immense appreciation for what she did that day. I consider it a grand favor on her part, though looking back at it almost 20 years later she surely had her reasons. I just can’t imagine what reason it might have been. She went into it with a positive attitude and made what could have been a very long six-week term one of the highlight of my days.

It would be beyond hilarious if bullet trains generated sprawl. Also, a look at alternatives.

Why we should, and why we shouldn’t, expand Medicaid.

How Amazon has given up on sales taxes and plans to compete with same-day delivery. The big thing, for me, is if they delivered on weekends. With Amazon Prime, it’s the weekends that are killers. Same-day is a lot to ask out here, and I don’t want to pay $4 an item. With that, and the unlikeliness of weekend delivery, I don’t expect too much to change on my end.

Why doesn’t Generation X fear Climate Change? I suspect in part because we’ve heard it before.

Walter Kirn has a very interesting piece on his history with Mormonism.

A look at single parenthood and the problems it represents even apart from economic class. Also, Amanda Marcotte actually has a worthwhile piece on why we have these unplanned pregnancies. The answering being not ignorance, but indifference.

We’ve talked about this before, but here is something on the unsustainability of hyphenated names.

Apparently, we can’t blame our obesity rates on the office culture.

Humans in a half-shell? Some awesome pictures of Las Vegas’s underground.

From 1999, a disturbing look at adoption and mental illness. Allegedly (probably mythically), James Holmes was adopted out by the same agency.

So here’s a look at “naughty teacher” types, who got into bed with minors. A number of them went to jail, but one does have to ask how well a male counterpart authority figure sleeping with a student would fare. I don’t know, but I would probably bet “considerably less well.”

Sometimes, it feels like my wife and I were raised on different planets.

Ramping up for the new Batman movie, I’ve been immersing myself in Batman stuff. Rewatching old Batman movies and TV shows. I’ve even gone back and watched the old Adam West version. Clancy, who was working on notes in the room, asked when the show was made.

“I didn’t realize Batman has been around that long,” Clancy said.

Since 1966? Batman’s been around since 1939. Okay, I wouldn’t expect her to know that, exactly. I thought that maybe she had seen the show but not known when it was from. I mean, back when I saw it, I didn’t think of it as an “old” show. It was on TV like all the time. She said that she had never seen it.

My wife has never seen the Adam West Batman show!!!

This rocked my world.

She wasn’t impressed. At all. Neither would I be, if it hadn’t been my first exposure to Batman. So now it’s mostly a nostalgia thing. Some people like the campiness of it, though I’m not really one of them. When I originally saw it, I was young enough that I didn’t think it was silly. Now, I can only watch it as though I am trying to see it through the same eyes I saw it back then. Except with a little more knowledge of who the villains were.

I’ve been also watching The Animated Series. It is, of course, better in every way imaginable. It holds up reasonably well. While Adam West introduced me to a lot of the characters, BTAS introduced me to many of the characters as they are supposed to be, more or less. It was about the time I started watching BTAS that I started collecting comic books, which of course also showed me how the characters were supposed to be. The Animated Series, though, reached farther faster, with quicker access to the origin stories (in some cases, inventing origin stories the comic books neglected. Beyond the big four (Joker, Catwoman, Riddler, Penguin) and into the lesser-knowns who both did (Clock King, Mad Hatter) and did not exist in the Adam West series.

I, of course, plan to introduce my kids to Batman. It’s kind of weird to consider that they will never see the Adam West series. There’s really no reason, with BTAS being available and all. Of course, there is a new Batman show every few years, and so one may displace it as the Ultimate Introduction. The two that have come since, The Batman and Batman: The Brave and the Bold don’t quite do it, though the latter has its charms.

Of course, the blessing and the curse is that DC Comics has revamped itself into complete unfamiliarity with me. So comic books in general is not something we are remarkably likely to do “together” as I had always thought would be neat. Maybe they will get their act together by then. Of course, it’s always possible that comics as we know them won’t exist by then.

So I was listening to this John Grisham audiobook. It was very much unlike any other Grisham book I have ever read/heard before. It was like a series of random vignettes. One minute, it’s talking about the old owner of the local paper. The next, it’s from the point of view of its new owner. He’s having dinner with someone and the food is being described. He’s on the witness stand explaining how he bought the paper. Someone else is on the witness stand being asked if he knew his wife was cheating on it. I have no idea what the hell the trial is about, but whatever. The narrator is flashing back to having just arrived in the town and being pulled over by a haberdasher. Then a sniper is killing people.

WHAT THE HELL?!

The player was on Random Track Play. That’s what.