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They Write About Working When They Don’t Do the Work

December 4th, 2009

This article — I didn’t write it, Hayley Gorenberg did — from the new issue of my food coop’s newsletter is too good to let it languish in the PDF archives so I’m putting it up to be linked to. The referenced NYT article is so dumb, and not the first of its kind. I love my coop.

By Hayley Gorenberg

The work requirement at the Park Slope Food Coop seems to have provided as much work for writers as it has for those who stock our shelves over the years.

A lavish late October spread in the New York Times, complete with multiple color illustrations, was just the latest media foray by a one time (or “none time”) Coop member railing against the work requirement.

Call this article meta-writing, writing about writing—and the reaction to writing.

The Times tract, by Alana Joblin Ain, opened this way: “I bounded off the Q train in Brooklyn one night last winter and headed to Union Street, past the yogurt shop and the firehouse, to do some grocery shopping. But my plans soon went awry.

‘You’re suspended,’ the entrance worker at the Park Slope Food Coop announced as I swiped my membership card. Some entrance workers speak softly, but not this one.

“Worse, there were a dozen other shoppers within earshot.

“Flushed, defeated and taken aback—I knew I owed the Coop some work, but I didn’t know I had been blacklisted—I slunk around the corner for a takeout burrito. But no amount of mushrooms and spinach could diminish my shame and guilt.”

Such reactions to the Coop’s work requirement, a great equalizer and virtually unique among food cooperatives nationwide, are the focal point of most Coop-critical writing. Certainly, the New York Times article touched a nerve with some Coop members.

The Gazette’s Erik Lewis submitted his own letter to the editor to the Times, in which he commented, “ ‘Flunking Out at the Food Co-op’ is a disingenuous screed perhaps more aptly titled ‘Self-Involved Disgruntled Employee Tells All.’ The 15,000 cooperators (members of the Park Slope Food Coop) who somehow find the moral and physical stamina to fit the Coop’s work requirements into their own busy schedules are hardly to be swept aside by the assertions of a shirker individual and some of her shirker friends.”

Several members responded online to the Times article with their own thoughts about the work requirement:
Wrote one, “The Coop represents a unique business— and social—innovation—one that ought to be studied, one that provides lessons for other organizations and businesses…. retail organizations and businesses in general have more to learn from the Coop’s business practices (a.k.a. ‘rules’)—such as how to incentivize people and harness human capital—than to hear about how an individual could not keep up with her 2.75 hours per month work commitment. This, in my view, would represent an article worthy of the New York Times, versus one’s sense of entitlement to benefits, which, frankly, require work. The Coop provides an unambiguous value proposition. One can’t just buy into it; the Coop’s value proposition requires one’s time.”

Commenter “TJHillgardner” wrote philosophically: “Working at a food co-op is a classic social compact. It IS fundamental to the entire purpose and the sense of community. The shame and the guilt should not be used as an indictment of the Coop. Sometimes shame and guilt are rightly felt. In line with ‘don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time,’ I guess we now have ‘don’t buy the broccoli if you can’t do the time.’ ”

And “Bridget” added her two cents: “As a newish member (Aug 2008) and a decidedly non-crunchy cynic when I joined, I am now firmly in the camp that says we shouldn’t be more mellow. I have definitely been on work alert and close to suspension a few times. I can grouse with the best of them and have had my fair share of run-ins with cranks and quirks and organic evangelicals. BUT, I love that everyone has the same rules, the same benefits…. And my kids and I eat so well for so cheap. This place is unlike anything else and wow, that is hard to find these days. It only works because of the rigid rules and we just aren’t used to really having rules anymore. It’s not complicated. Just work 2.5 hours every 4 weeks.”

In addition to the recent New York Times feature, the Coop has appeared in an array of New York-centric magazines, journals in Scotland, Scandinavia, and Japan, and in hundreds of entries in the online eatery guide “Yelp,” where Karen F. from Philadelphia (did she really have to flee that far to duck the work requirement?) commented earlier this year, “I could not live up to the work requirement so now I buy stuff at the higher prices along with everybody else…. Oh and I too, think that riot would ensue if you came in wearing a Palin T-Shirt.”
“It’s so interesting that [publications] are interested in people who fail to be good members as opposed to the thousands and thousands of members who are successful and quite successful for long periods of time,” said General Coordinator Joe Holtz. “Why aren’t they more interested in the fact that we’re having to thwart the growth of our membership through [limiting] the size of our orientations despite these alleged horrors? Why aren’t they interested in that? What has made this organization grow to over 15,000 people? I think that’s interesting! Do they think that’s interesting? No. They just want to talk about people who can’t keep up with the work.”

Holtz, who noted that his response is routinely solicited—though not fully quoted—in articles about the Coop, quickly warmed to the topic (or perhaps it would be more accurate to say he became a bit heated): “They don’t ask the good questions, the smart questions. Instead they do articles about people who couldn’t keep up and resent it or feel guilty about it. And that’s baloney.”

“We think letting members come in and make the choice whether to work or not is detrimental to our strength. But they don’t want to hear about that,” he said. “What they should be asking is, ‘Why do you think this makes you strong?’ ‘Why do you think it would be detrimental to let people pay not to work?’ I’ve got plenty of answers to those questions, if they have the time or inclination to ask them, but they don’t ask them.”

Some writers don’t ask questions, and simply express themselves independently, as they do on the Yelp! blog.
“Let me start this off by saying I am quitting the Coop,” said Priya P. “I missed 2 shifts = 4 makeup shifts (11 hours). No way. I thought I could do it and 2.75 hours a month doesn’t sound like a lot, but it is.

“Yet I am still giving the Coop 4 stars because of the high quality food it offers. I am a huge foodie, so I love browsing through the aisles, looking at all the interesting items they have. They have dried goji berries, carob covered raisins, algae pills, organic beauty products, Indian spices—you name it, they’ve got it.”

A few months later, Yelp! poster Di L. weighed in to critique the writing and writers on the blog itself: “It looks like a lot of people complain about the Coop in their review but half of them aren’t even members. If they were members, they were members for about 3 seconds. Lame. Stop writing reviews.

“I don’t think their rules are outlandish. I work crazy hours in non-profit. AND I work at a bike shop on the weekend. I still manage to work my shifts with very little effort. Seriously, I waste 3 hours in front of my computer on a daily basis. Surely 3 entire hours a month at the Coop can’t be that hard to manage.”

We Are Indeed Different

A member-owned cooperative is different from a store that allows anyone to shop, or even from a cooperative with a “tiered” membership that allows some to join and work and others to pay a premium for the privilege of not working.

And to make a work-centered arrangement function, some penalties for failing to work come into play, or, as Holtz put it, “We have to have a few rules to protect the thousands and thousands of people who do work so they don’t feel like idiots.

“We don’t have a customer,” he continued. “If we had customers I probably wouldn’t work here. I wouldn’t be that interested. There’s nothing wrong with having customers; plenty of wonderful people have them. We just don’t. Why aren’t they writing about that? It’s like they’d rather sit back and not really learn. I don’t get it!”

Of the New York Times writer, who he said interviewed him several times over the course of two months, he reflected, “She seemed like a perfectly nice woman.”

He noted that she took many of his comments out of context and that his cooperation extended only so far; he did not follow up with her after the fact. “She doesn’t want to hear from me afterwards. No one ever does. It’s not going to happen.”

No More Mr. Nice Guy?

Yet Holtz continues to respond to the requests for interviews. “My basic policy is that I’m going to cooperate. If they want to do an article about us, they’re going to do an article on us, whether I cooperate or not,” he predicted. In the wake of negative articles and misquotes, he indulged in a bit of fantasized conversation with the next imagined wanna-be interviewer who might call him: “Are you a writer? Oh, my new policy is to hang up on you!” He quickly explained why he had not chosen that approach: “I could say, ‘It hasn’t worked out, so I’m not going to talk to you.’ But I don’t think that’s in the best interest of the Coop—antagonizing the press,” he concluded philosophically. “One of the cooperative principles is to educate the world on the nature of cooperation. I’m not going to be hostile.”
He believes that even articles critiquing the work requirement ultimately drive membership numbers higher and pointed out that the New York Times piece had remarked that the bathroom floors at the Coop are clean enough to eat from. “I was so proud of our Maintenance Committee, proud of our members who use the bathrooms, who take care of the bathrooms. I was just proud!”

“Someone from a coop in a different state emailed, ‘What effect will [the New York Times article] have?’ I wrote back, ‘The effect is…creating a bigger pool of people who might someday join the Coop.’ This kind of attention where the person is whining about not being able to keep up with the work, has to take the train and still wants to come…. If I was reading between the lines, I would think, ‘Who goes grocery shopping by train in New York City?’ A thinking person, reading that, is going to say, ‘Maybe I should check it out someday!’ I think the effect is to make the Coop more known among people who might join as well as more known among people who would never join.”

And why so many written analogies to Stalinesque state rule? “Americans expect choice, and here we’re blocking choice,” said Holtz. “It’s insulting to some people, but we’re making decisions based on what we think is best for the longevity of the Food Coop. We have the nerve to tell you to bring your own plastic bags. We have the nerve to tell you, ‘If you want to buy bottled water, go somewhere else!’ We’ve got a lot of nerve. And I think the members should be proud of that.” ■


Opera Opus

March 11th, 2008

S and I have been really happy with our first-ever Metropolitan Opera subscription this year. Last week we got a renewal packet in the mail, and the same problem presented itself this time as last time: subscriptions are grouped by the day of the week of the performances you’re going to see, but we’re more interested in choosing individual operas, since, given a year’s advance notice, we can go on any day at all. But there are so many packages that it’s too much to juggle to see which package you want to buy.
So I snarfed the Met’s subscription listings and made a page with JQuery and tablesorter that reveals the packages that have the most shows that you want to see, and count how many shows you need to exchange or buy individually to see everything you’ve selected.
For us, it looks like it might be Wednesday 3, since Saturday Matinees don’t appeal very much. Find out for yourself with the Metropolitan Opera Subscription Helper. It is not in any way affiliated with the Met or anything else.


Sighted

May 29th, 2007

I was at Heathrow last Saturday evening, picking up my betrothed, and as I watched the people exiting the Secure Area I saw a serene white spiky head strolling out. David Byrne! No. Maybe? Peer intently. I’d have to look closely at a recent picture to be certain. Or maybe he’ll mention London in his blog; no, surely he won’t:

David Byrne Journal: 5.20.07: London
I love the juxtaposition here between the two opposing poles of dress and manner: the reserved, polite, perfect and solicitous staff contrasted with the world of theatrical shock and gross-out represented by Chapman bros., Damien Hirst, chavs and football hooligans. It all has to come out, I guess — the bigger the front the bigger the back. I’m reminded of the ads that plaster the phone booths offering spankings and humiliation.

He even strolled back toward the terminal-exit doors a few minutes later, against the stream of humans. I’ve been meaning to ask him to write usage notes for our thesaurus. He’s one of my top N role models/heroes/admirees.  And you can see his reflection in the “THIS IS NONE OTHER THAN THE HOUSE OF GOD” photo in the post.


Yassinotation

May 9th, 2007

a homework assignment by someone named Yassin, with drawings of some sort of movement notation labeled Balance, Extension, Lengthening, Directionback of assignment, with Flexion, Rotation, Stillness, Motion toward, spring, motion away, falling, and arrive at a shape

I found this on the ground near my laundromat in Sunset Park. I don’t know any movement notation to know whether Yassin is just regurgitating something taught in class; I prefer to imagine that the homework assignment was “devise a dance notation“. This seems so abstract for a random school in Brooklyn.


pij to

October 2nd, 2006

Getting on the subway around 9pm on a midsummer Saturday, I saw there was some amount of bustle. A neigborhoody (i.e. latino) man approached the station attendant: “A guy’s ODing: call an ambulance.” Walking down the ramp to the platform, we see that the train is in the station, but also hear a commotion. I quicken my pace, though I can’t say whether it’s because I want to catch the train, or to see what is up with the crowd. About fifteen people are shaking a red-clad person who, by his distance and floppiness, looks like a small child.

The neighborhood person, returning to the crowd, says “Water! With ice! Anybody have ice water?” S and I had just filled our newish pink 1-liter Nalgene, to get us through the hot night platforms on our 3-transfer subway trek across Brooklyn. “We have water, but it’s not icy.” For a moment he holds out, as if someone else might yet show up with ice water. A middle-ageish woman is also saying something about agua. Seeing no other offers, the crowd takes up our water; they unscrew the top and encourage OD to drink it.

Everyone in the crowd (to my surely cynically biased recollection) is latin@ and “from the neighborhood”: we appear to be the only hipster gentrifiers who are joining the crowd.

The ODer. He is skinny in a youthful way, his face very pale. His head, shaved in the past week or so, is flopped back as they bring the bottle to his lips; his friend is shouting at him in Polish. The crowd thoughtfully dumps some of the water on his head; this brings his head upright. “Water! Drink the water!” They put the bottle in his hands, and he stares at this shimmering crystalline pink football. “Agua drink water!” He seems distracted by the lid flopping around on its tether. His friend says pij to! pij to! The crowd takes up this bit of Polish: pito! pito! He stares at the bottle in his hands; others shove it to his lips, but he pulls it away, with strings of saliva attached.

He grasps the bottle decisively in both hands, and shakes it wildly up and down twice, still entirely bewildered. Pito! Pij to! The water splashes the crowd and its cool impact somehow breaks the spell. An announcement tells us that an ambulance is on its way. The ODer sits on a bench, his friend still encouraging him to pij. The train is getting ready to leave. We sort of halfheartedly ask if he still needs the bottle. “Sure,” (the friend) “it’s okay.” But OD is clearly just as confused by the idea of letting go of the bottle as he is by the idea of drinking from it. We get on the train. Time to buy another nalgene.


fromage

December 21st, 2005

Best of Overheard in New York:

Girl on cell: What am I going to do? I don’t know how to tell him that I hate cheese.

–Artisanal ladies’ room, Park Avenue


tips on biking through a subzero transit strike

December 14th, 2005

Today I saw a link to a Transportation Alternatives press release on
biking during the transit strike
.

I was quite surprised (dumbfounded) to see only two sentences on dressing properly for the cold. In one of my circles, this subject is a source of perennial conversation, philosophizing, fine-tuning and oneupsmanship. And all that TransAlt says is “wear gloves, and consider a hat or bandanna”. Right now my computer tells me that the temperature is -6 celsius: a bandanna is not going to keep your ears from literally freezing. So here, because I love you, are some tips learned through three winters of serious winter biking. The first section concerns body temperature, the second addresses safe handling issues.

Staying warm but not too warm

  • wear the warmest shoes or boots or slippers or anything that keeps your feet warm; wear as much sockage as you can put on without limiting blood circulation to your feet. Once your toes get cold there’s no way to warm them up again. Some of you may have seen me with plastic bags on my feet: plastic is an effective windbreaker, and if your shoes are letting in too much wind/cold, plastic over your outermost sock will help. But if you ride with plastic on your feet for more than an hour, sweat may become a problem.
  • keep your ears warm with a headband or whatever; when it’s below freezing I’ve never wanted to uncover my ears, even when the top of my head is too warm. Other head coverings are nice, but if you’re wearing a helmet this gets difficult and generally requires thin, bike-specific skullcaps, earbands, and balaclavas.
  • if you buy one piece of bike-specific winter clothing, let it be a balaclava, which covers your whole head but with an opening for your eyes, which opening can be pulled up over your nose or pulled down under your chin as body temperature demands.
  • cover your nose in vaseline to keep it from burning: less essential if you’re using a balaclava, but also a nice prophylactic against the chafing that will come from wiping your runny snotty nose.
  • mittens are better than gloves, as long as you can operate your brakes; glo-mitts/glittens with thinsulate lining are better than a cup of hot chocolate.
  • a non-cotton knit sweater is great insulation and will wick the moisture away from your body. Wool is the watchword but acrylic will do much the same, without enslaving sheep. If you have longjohns, wear them underneath. But as any mountaineer will tell you, cotton is death.
  • unless your ride is very brief, you don’t want a heavy coat: it will just get soaked with the sweat that is being wicked away from your body so efficiently by your base layers. If you’re afraid you’ll stay cold for too long, bring an extra, heavier sweater to put on over everything else [under your jacket]. If you have any sporty jacket with “pit zips” to let air in the sleeves, you will probably want to wear that; otherwise any wind-blocking jacket will do fine. I usually spend the second half of my ride with the pit-zips open and often even the front zipper.
  • your legs are pumping fast and generally don’t get too cold, but longjohns are good here, too, and I never leave home without longjohns on, all winter. Warm pants on top finish the job. Sweat has never been a problem for me here. Gentlemen may experience Radical Genital Shrinkage, which is comical as long as it is not so bad that the thaw is painful; if it is painful you may try adding another layer of insulation with a soft, warm sock. I just started this this winter, and it really helps.

It truly is important not to overdress: sweat = water = ice on your skin. But some areas sweat more than others, some areas get less body heat circulation than others, and ideally you will have the option of adjusting your coverings to let out heat when you really start warming up.

But it’s also important to understand that you will always sweat, no matter what. This morning I was experimenting with fewer, thinner layers than usual: cold-weather Under Armour, a thin cotton oxford buttondown shirt, and my windbreaker. I was hoping this would keep me drier by keeping me cooler. It certainly kept me cooler: my trunk never warmed up, I felt cold in my torso for the whole 50 minutes I rode. But when I stopped, my buttondown shirt was damp with the sweat that been kept from evaporating by my [waterproof] windbreaker, whose pit-zips and front zipper I was too cold to unzip this morning. On my way home, I will skip the oxford and wear my medium-thick sweater over the under armour, and should be able to unzip my pitzips after 10-20 minutes.

Staying Upright

The city generally does a decent job of cleaning snow off the streets, but the real problems come when the snow has melted and refrozen into patches of ice. Or, worse, when these refrozen patches begin to melt and become superslick with a layer of water on top, as if freshly zambonied.

  • Avoid ice.
  • prefer patches of snow over flat patches of ice
  • prefer irregular, snowy, ridged ice over flat slick ice
  • but prefer flat slick ice over shiny slick bumpy ice
  • never brake on ice unless you are ready to catch your fall

Don’t freak out about it too much: ice makes up a tiny, statistically meaningless portion of the ground you will cover on your bike; it is almost always avoidable. In fact, so far I’ve only hit unavoidable ice once in NYC, and I would have been fine except that I was going too fast: Last winter I took a bad spill on the Williamsburgh Bridge when I was going 18mph near the bottom of the bridge, was braking in anticipation of a turn, and hit a patch of ice that had shifted and reformed during the day. This taught me two things:

  • don’t go too fast unless you can be certain that ice won’t be sneaking up on you — e.g., you should be alright if you crossed the bridge ice-free an hour before, but just because it was clear in the morning doesn’t mean it’s clear tonight.
  • even when you hit a patch of ice rather slowly, don’t brake: just roll straight over it: don’t try to turn or stop. Any skidding/slipping on the ice means you won’t regain your traction until you’re off the ice or on the ground.

Oh, three things actually:

  • A helmet is a good idea (my helmetted head whacked on the ground quite firmly)

Slick but bumpy ice bounces your tire and gives you more chances to lose traction than smooth ice, but smooth ice gives you further to slip if you lose traction. As long as you’re going slow enough, you can probably catch yourself in either case.

Look ahead and avoid ice.

Okay, it’s probably not going to sabotage you to brake very gently. But practice and learn to avoid skids, or to handle the skids safely. It won’t kill you to fall on ice anyway, but it will make you feel like a badass when you don’t fall.

Further reading:
BikeWinter Chicago: Gin’s Tips (and the rest of “Tips & Resources”)
icebike.org, especially:
http://www.icebike.org/Clothing/clothing.htm
http://www.icebike.org/Articles/techniques.htm
http://www.transalt.org/info/cycling.html
http://www.transalt.org/press/magazine/926NovDeccc/12-13streetwise.html