Back in the day, we were offered a public education that included elective “vocational” courses. General art class and band, while not technically considered vocational, were open to every student (and I won’t discuss what transpired when I came home with the violin; conversely, I was rather proud of all the hand ceramics I created while listening over and over and over to the Best of Bread album), as well as typing (yes, on an actual, manual typewriter) and the basics of business finances - spreadsheets and the like.
Then there were those courses that were gender segregated: sewing
and cooking for girls, woodworking and shop class for the guys. While I wasn’t
too interested in the latter, I also wasn’t too keen on the sewing class, but
it came part and parcel with the cooking, in which I was very interested, so I struggled through seaming a pair of pants
that no self-respecting teen would ever wear, and counted the class sessions
left until the measuring and rolling could begin.
It was fairly well established that one took the vocational
courses (especially shop and woodworking) if a student wasn’t on the universally
agreed-as-better-for-future-prospects college-prep track. Since I was whizzing
my way through AP English, French and
Latin (oh, the verbs I conjugated), my
time in cooking class was seen as pure fluff. Such is the long and winding (and
expensive) road of the designer.
We internalize
the popularly expressed value of work at a very early age. What all the adults pushed was the grand
and glorious benefits of college, and then only a certain type of college
experience, one which didn’t (and still doesn’t, really) include getting one’s
hands literally or figuratively dirty. Enter Matthew B. Crawford’s Shop Class as Soulcraft, a brilliant polemic against the prevailing wisdom that
everyone must be an information worker in order to have and engage in work that
has societal value.
Crawford, with a Ph.D. in political philosophy and ownership of his own motorcycle
repair business, makes the argument for the “useful arts” – his classification
for carpentry, plumbing, electrical work and mechanical repair. Using his own
rather colorful personal story, Crawford recounts his disengagement from that
of information worker to transformation to shop owner where he shoulders the
responsibilities of, as well as fully engages with, the uniquely complete sense
of accomplishment felt when he accurately diagnoses and repairs a mechanical
issue. As someone who solves construction problems almost daily (and then
memorializes those solutions for the general public – you know, pattern writing), I readily identify
with this sense of accomplishment.
Crawford is at his most sarcastically brilliant in the
chapter “The Contradictions of the Cubicle,” devoted to his short time as an
articles indexer. The opening paragraph
pretty much lays it out:
“The popularity of Dilbert, The Office, and any number of other
pop-culture windows on cubicle life attests to the dark absurdism with which
many Americans
have come to view their white-collar work. Absurdity is good for comedy, but
bad as a way of life. It usually indicates that somewhere beneath the
threshold of official notice fester contradictions that, if commonly admitted,
would bring on some kind of crisis … it is impossible to make sense of the [modern]
office without noticing that it has become a place of moral education, where
souls are formed and a particular ideal of what it means to be a good person is
urged upon us.”
As someone who has spent most of my adult working life in
offices of many stripes, I read this chapter and kept wanting to hit the
imaginary solidarity bell and yell out “ding, ding, ding.” If truth be
told, I probably did do that on several occasions. And if I am kneeling at the
truth altar, I must admit my brief complicity with and performance in this
absurdist dance while a design school instructor. How many former students groaned at
the mention of the dreaded group project? Yes, that was me attempting to instill a
particular value – damn the torpedoes, and all that.
Neither Crawford nor I are in any way suggesting a
disengagement from society and community – far from it. In fact, Crawford makes
the convincing case that as a small business owner in the business of dealing
with the real-world mechanical problems of his clients (most from his very own backyard),
he gets to see the consequences of his work up close and personal just about
most days. This provides him an opportunity not only to get better at his art,
but to reap the benefits of such a community presence.
Of course, Crawford writes what he knows – he is
a white guy and the book reflects that fact, which leads to my biggest
criticism of it. In many passages, he describes his willingness to learn at
the hands of those with more experience (of course, other guys), yet makes
many derogatory references (backhanded and otherwise) to maternalism and catty
female attitudes and behaviors. I wonder if he would have been such a willing
student if the teacher had been an attractive female, or if a woman telling an
off-color workplace joke at his expense might not make him just a tad
uncomfortable. I do note that his references to maternalism stem more from a
place of raising the status of self-reliance over dependence as opposed to someone dissing a
perspective based purely on gender, yet that independent spirit he wishes to foster - which has a
very rich history in this country - has been held and espoused by (mostly) old
white guys.
In the end, Crawford is advocating a particular kind of agency and freedom - one which fosters thinking for oneself as well as true diversity of mind and action, no stifling office trappings attached. He describes it as a sort of neo-republicanism. I'm certain my terminal degree informs my stance that I'm not willing to use such a loaded classification, but of course I do not possess a Ph.D. in political philosophy. All I know is that once you strip away all the jargon, Crawford lives a life that just makes sense, and accessibly describes it in Shop Class as Soulcraft. It is a way of being in the world that deserves its rightful place amidst what we value.
Wow. What a post, almost like a mini dissertation. From what I got, I think he's got a point. Using your hands in old school trades is important. You are taught skills that have extreme value. There are kids out there who would benefit from experiences in such fields.
ReplyDeleteAlso, as a knitter, I do feel great satisfaction from making something out of fiber from scratch. There's inner pride when I have a useful outcome and the recipient is happy and appreciative of the time and effort I put into it.
I read all the way to the bottom and still no yarn photos! I don't know where we'd be without blue collar workers building things, repairing things, and getting things done. My DH is one because college simply wasn't an option for his family. I don't see it as a negative thing and I don't think he does, either.
ReplyDeleteBut at least there's crochet hooks up top ... :)
DeleteI hear you about not seeing it as a negative, but in every aspect of society (from the White House on down), the perceived way to upward mobility is a certain kind of college education - the 4 year kind that leads to, in many instances, grad school and office life. I have an advanced degree and I'm very proud of it, but my college career has been very non-traditional. I did not complete a degree straight out of h.s. I think there are many ways to slice this apple, and I would urge you to pick up a copy of Crawford's book - he's got an intriguing personal story.
Very interesting, I enjoyed that :)
ReplyDeleteMy public school experience was very similar to yours, although I did enjoy the sewing part ;-) ..,. band, choir, a little art... I was very interested in wood and metal shop, but "girls didn't do that sort of thing."
ReplyDeleteI should read this book.
You definitely should read it. It's a quick, interesting read and really makes one think about the stultifying character of office life.
DeleteAnd yes, girls definitely didn't do shop or woodworking. Dang.
One thing I like about Australia is the lack of snottiness towards blue-collar workers, unlike the British… in fact, sometimes it's the opposite. I wish there were more craft related subjects in the curriculum, children need to learn where "stuff" comes from these days. Bravo for the post!
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