Tagged: the cake is a lie

Ounce of prevention, pound of cure, etc etc

The government (at least, the National and Act parts of it) have signalled they’ll veto Sue Moroney’s bill to extend paid parental leave on the grounds that it would cost too much.  (May I just say as an aside, GO SUE!)

Zetetic at The Standard has shown that in the first place, compared to such fucking trainwrecks as the “Roads of National Significance” (coming soon to a negative-cost-to-benefit-ratio near you!) extended paid parental leave is fucking chump change.

But I’d like to address a second point:  the rightwingers’ basic lack of understanding as to how this stuff works.

One of the arguments for things like paid parental leave (and early childhood education, and early intervention and rehabilitation of youth offenders, etc etc) is that, beyond just being a sign that your society is caring, compassionate, and supportive of not-traditionally-valued non-income-generating work (piff, socialism), it pays itself off.  No, not in the current financial year, nor even in the current term of government, but within a generation (no long time if you actually care about things beyond your own net wealth balance sheet).

You pay parents to spend more time with their infants now, you get smarter, more connected, more caring, more “productive” adults later.

But the right don’t get that (and to an extent, I might argue Labour doesn’t get it either, given their usual willingness to fight battles on a right-determined field).

And given the right like to make stupid analogies about governmental budgets being like household budgets (wherein households can print their own money) etc, here’s one back at them:

Refusing to extend paid parental leave, ignoring the longterm benefits, on a household scale, is like crying “But I can’t afford to buy flour, sugar, and butter for $10 now!  I have to cut my spending so I can buy a $30 cake on Saturday!”

Of course, to extend the analogy further, on Saturday they’ll no longer be running the household, having fucked off to the Wairarapa for a wine-tasting weekend, so why the fuck do they care if someone else has to buy $30 cake because there’s no ingredients in the cupboard?  That $10 now could get them <5L of petrol!

I’m making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS

It’s hard to overstate my satisfaction.

Today, gentle readers, Ideologically Impure is three years old.

Okay, enough of the gratuitous Portal references.*

It all started all those years ago with And thus … a blog.  I was really just looking for a place to vent my spleen away from Bookface or Livejournal, and I guess I hoped someone would read it eventually.  And apparently you do!

Since then, I’ve guestposted at The Standard, helped contribute to and host the Down Under Feminists’ Carnival, and most recently kicked off a badass new collective Kiwi feminist blog, The Stroppery, with some lovely co-angry bitches.

I’ve pissed off Chris Trotter and Deborah Coddington and Ian Wishart, which I hadn’t even realised until it happened was one (three?) of my life goals.

To shamelessly thief an idea from The End is Naenae, the top ten posts at Ideologically Impure over its time have been:

  1. Pippa Wetzell resigns from TVNZ (sadly, fully establishing the inability of middle New Zealand to comprehend satire, or how blogs work)
  2. I am a woman and I enjoy sex
  3. Just fuck you, ALAC.  Fuck you and fuck the horse you rode in on (sadly, no doubt bumped up due to far too many horse-porn fans on the Google)
  4. Who needs identity politics?
  5. Why chicks dig “jerks”
  6. Schrödinger’s Privilege
  7. Abortion reform:  all about destroying The Left
  8. Newlands College to be awarded Grand Woman-Shaming Prize at secret Patriarchy Conference
  9. Fuck rugby culture
  10. This is what this feminist looks like

A nice grab-bag of my favourite issues, really.

Onwards and upwards!

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*Note:  Queen of Thorns rejects the notion that there is an upper limit to gratuitous Portal references.