Privilege

I think a lot about privilege.

I think about what privilege is and what it means to be privileged. Here's the Oxford definition:

a special right, advantage, or immunity granted or available only to a particular person or group...

It occurred to me recently that I might be the most privileged person there is. Seriously. I don't think that there is much question that we belong to a generation that is living the most fortunate version of human life thus far. Anyway, let's go through my list.

Racial privilege? I'm white. Check. Nothing more to say there, really.

Gender? I'm a straight dude. Duh. No glass ceilings or lifelong battles for equality here. I'm doomed to be judged entirely on merit my entire life.

Economic? I work a white-collar government job and had a government-subsidised university education. Yay for social security and the welfare state!

Family? My two loving, generous parents have been married for over twenty-five years, both of whom have been gainfully employed for my entire life. I also have a cool younger brother to share these exorbitant privileges with.

Friends? I'm so fortunate here. I have heaps of great friends from all walks of life. It's great to have people that share common interests which often results in sharing great experiences.

Technological? I live in a age where we have impossibly perfect little computers in our pockets, access to the world's information through radio waves and can talk to or see virtually anyone I want whenever I want, wherever I want. Think about that for a second.

Health? So far, so good. Everybody touch wood now, please. I do wear glasses and use Ventolin occasionally, but let's be serious.

Even without comparing my situation to people far less privileged than I, say for instance those people living in sub-Saharan Africa, I feel that I have no almost reason to complain about anything, ever. There'll be times when I do moan or whinge, because I don't think it matters how fortunate we are, everybody stubs their toe once in a while. (How does that hurt so much? I really don't get it.)

If you're reading this, I'm guessing quite a bit of this applies to you too. It's worth thinking about how far up Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs our problems are when we experience them. Chances are that yours, like mine, are mostly pretty high level, first world problems. Next time someone cuts you off in traffic, swear quietly to yourself, smile and turn your stereo up a bit. Things could be much worse.

Twenty four months

Twenty four months ago, I changed my life completely.

Twelve months later, I wrote a blog post about it.

For those who haven’t read the first post, it was my weight loss story. I’d like to think it’s worth your time: it’s not long, and it’s one of my best recieved pieces since I starting writing online. I’ve been putting these things up somewhat inconsistently for more than a year now, and one of the perks of that is that I can review stuff that I have written with the benefit of twelve months experience. So if ever there was a candidate for annual review, it was that piece. So this is my update, I suppose.

As of today, I feel like I’m in good shape, but we’ll get into the numbers shortly. The last month has been difficult, but if I was to give myself a mark out of ten for the year, it’d probably be a seven, maybe six and a half.

Things changed for me at some point in the first half of last year. I was running pretty hard, lifting pretty heavy and eating pretty light. I’d been living like that for a while, and I burnt out. I was physically weak. Stairs were an ordeal, pushing doors open became difficult. The funny thing about being focused is that sometimes it can be hard to see the forest for the trees. When I’m at my most disciplined, knowing when to stop can be hard. So I went and saw the physio and a sports nutritionist.

It really wasn’t rocket science. I wasn’t eating enough to pay for the work I was putting in at the gym. The physio pulled me up and steered me in the right direction. It was time to push the reset button: to eat more, to eat well and to put on some muscle. The bodybuilder types call it a bulking phase.

The idea with the bulking phase is that you eat more calories than your body needs to function, keep your protein levels up and lift heavy. This promotes muslce growth and enables you to put on mass. You still do some cardio work, but too much during this time can be counterproductive. Essentially it’s the opposite to what you do when you are cutting weight, which I think is what concerned me about making this sort of change in the first place. I suppose I connected eating more with letting go, when really these things need to be treated as a means to an end, ways to achieve what you want to achieve.

I did that for a few months. It wasn’t long enough for me to become big, but it helped. I got up to 80kgs before cutting down to where I am now for summer, about 76kgs. Up until the last month, in which I’ve my eating has been pretty undisciplined, I was in what I would consider the best shape of my life. I plan on bulking again in March, this time for a bit longer.

I got a pretty minor back injury a few weeks ago, but it was enough to send me back to the physio and keep me out of the gym for a couple of weeks. I missed it, honestly. Maybe it’s the endorphins and the adrenaline, perhaps it’s the guilt as well, I don’t know, but this thing is a big part of my life now.

These habits are crucial; they are what keep you in the game after a bad session or a bad day. Once you have an established habits, it’s easy to keep going with something because it is just what you do. It’s automatic. I know when I go to the gym, I know what I’m doing on each day. If I have to be flexible because something is happening in my life, I just find a way to make things work.

I’m not breaking my neck when it comes to food any more. I’m a bit more relxed when it comes to drinking, too. The occasional bad day is not the end of the world . I try to never forget there’s a life to enjoy and moments to share. If I’m getting it right the majority of the time, I figure that it’ll all work out.

For anyone who might be reading this and considering a similar journey, you should; it’s worth it. Establish good habits early, stick to the plan even if you have a bad day, do the simple things right, and understand that while getting healthier won’t solve all of your problems, it’s definitely worth the effort in the end.

Take the train

It’s a funny time to write this really, considering that I just missed my express train by one minute. The connecting service I catch back into Flinder Street got held up waiting for a platform, so it wasn’t really my fault, but I suppose that’s the way the universe works. I’m a pretty heavy public transport user, considering I take the train to work and back each day and use it most weekends to go to gigs, sporting events or other nights out. I travel on a month-by-month ticket, now called myki pass here in Melbourne. This means I can use the whole network as much as I want; I feel like the whole city is mine. Public transport in Melbourne gets a pretty bad rap and I can understand that, but I’d like to make the case for using public transport more, not just in Melbourne but wherever you go.

I live about an hour away from Melbourne, on the Mornington Peninsula. The public transport coverage is awful. Nowadays the only public option is buses, and the bus routes around my area are infrequent, indirect and slow. It’s scary to think, but it used to be even worse than it is now. The addition of a few extra routes in gorwth areas over the past few years took the situation from something approaching catastrophic to something just terrible. As a result, I feel like we have a culture that is built up around driving and owning cars that some more suburban areas might not have developed. For all of the advantages of cars, and there are many, there are a series of different side effects that I think are pretty undesirable.

Most teenagers come of age during their final year of high school. Think about that for a second: in a twelve month period these people are expected to go from child to adult, learner to solo driver, and non-drinker to drinker. Where I’m from, people arranged to have their license tests on their birthday becuase really there was no other viable way to get around, especially at night. Talk about heaping responsibility, stress, and power in the hands of people who are barely equipped to handle it. Owning a car is expensive and the second hand cars most teenagers drive are far less safe and efficient than the ones their siblings and parents drive. Add in the temptations of alcohol and the appeal of flashy, fast driving, it’s a difficult combination at the best of times. This might sound dramatic but I have no doubt people die on the roads because of this pressure.

The train is the way the people get around. It’s a communal experience, even if it doesn’t always feel like it is. Sometimes you get awkward situations, sure. I take the Frankston line so you don’t have to tell me about that. But I can count the amount of times I have felt genuinely unsafe in my ten years of train travel on one hand. A cities’ train network are its veins and arteries, keeping the organism alive, keeping it flowing. You can tell a lot about a city from the rail network. Some of the most beautiful buildings I I have seen are train stations - we like to cover our biggest stations in some of our finest architecture. They are parts of our history, parts of our story, part of us.

Trains can be unreliable, but in the same way cars break down and lanes can get closed. Trains can get held up, but peak traffic is probably worse. In a car you get some privacy, but take a set of headphones or a book onto a carriage and you’re generally right to go.

When you get somewhere, you stand up and get off. No driving around looking for a car park, no shelling out exorbitant fees if you do find one. There’s less uncertainty; you feel lighter and more unencumbered. You can do a lot more in the time you are on the train than you can (safely) do in the car: I listen to music and podcasts, watch TV shows, read articles and even write blog posts. Some 90% of the words I’ve written recently for this site have been tapped out onto the glass screen of my iPad on the way to or from work. I couldn’t do most of those things in the car. It’s effectively dead time, and sometimes it can be stressful as well.

If the train gets caught up, there’s nothing you can really do. For some people that might be torturous, but I think the best approach is to let things go in times like that. Twenty minutes here or there is not going to change much about your life. If you’re wife is in labour, feel free to grab the keys, but I would otherwise try to avoid feeling like you have to need to control situations like that.

I like to take public transport when I’m in a new place. Maybe it’s because I’m cheap or maybe because I’m an ordinary driver, but few things let you get the feel of a place as well as jumping on a bus or a train. You get to see the local people close up, both the salt-of-the-earth types and the suits heading up to their fancy offices. You can strike up conversations and see new things. It also gives you the chance to really get a grip with where things are in relation to one another and how you’re going to get between these different destinations. When I was in California, I had some brilliant conversations with fellow commuters that brightened up my journey and gave me wonderful insights into the American people. Just catching the New York City subway was like a religious experience for me. It was rundown, noisy and brilliant. Just this month I took to train from Newcastle to Sydney on a whim to watch a soccer match I barely knew was taking place until that morning. It was a five-hour return trip that cost all of twelve dollars. On the way we saw lakes, towns, forests, cliffs and stadiums. It was terrific.

Some people don’t like public transport, and I can understand the reasons why. In my experience I think that the positives outweigh the negatives, though. You certainly can learn a lot from sharing space with strangers. Taking the train leaves you mobile, frees you up to do other things and exposes you to things you might not have seen, heard or felt.