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  • My beef with capitalism: Inequality’s a bitch

    The problem with inequality

    Economics is not my strong suit. Nor can I say I am particularly interested in it. I’m a micro person, not a macro person; a creative trying to get by in a capitalist world.

    But even I can’t fail to note that the wealth gap is growing, not shrinking.  Yep, even here in little old New Zealand.

    I like this dummy proof breakdown:

    “New Zealand, which had the developed world’s biggest increase in inequality from the mid-1980s to the mid-2000s, has seen more economic damage than most. According to the OECD’s calculations, our economy grew about 30% in the last two decades – but it would have grown by 45%, or half as much again, if inequality had stayed at 1980s levels.”

    Inequality matters. It’s a no-brainer. It’s a drag on the economy, and I think the saying that “you’re only as strong as your weakest link” is perhaps relevant here.

    “When families lack the income they need to pay doctors’ fees and keep healthy, or to fix their car so they can travel to a new job, or to give their kids the equipment and clothes they need to succeed at school, it’s obvious that economic growth will suffer. You could argue that these are problems of poverty, not inequality, but really the two are inseparable; the reason some people have so little is that the fruits of economic growth are going largely to our richer citizens.”

    As someone who ostensibly belongs to the middle class, occasionally I feel a tremendous sense of guilt that I have it so much better than many other people, and gratitude to be lucky to be where I am. But the other 99% of the time I spend fretting that we’ll never be able to really get ahead.

    Bridget at Money After Graduation sums up my feelings perfectly:

    “Wealth inequality is a growing, terrifying problem and I don’t want to be on the losing end of the deal. I’d rather we live in a more equal society when it comes to wealth distribution, but so long as we don’t, my singular goal is to get as far away from the bottom as possible.”

    When necessities take up more of your income, you may even need to borrow to afford them. I don’t believe in ‘broke yet happy’. I think it’s something people tell themselves in order to feel better. Nice idea – in theory.

    So, what are we supposed to do? Same old, I guess. Hustle, hustle, hustle.

    A key piece of the inequality puzzle in New Zealand boils down to that most basic of needs: shelter. The way I see it, so much of this hinges on property – stability, security and quality of housing. The status quo is a disaster in financial terms – and in health terms, for renters.

    It’s good to see that our go-to economist for all stories on renting vs buying is finally starting to discuss the pragmatic downsides of renting in New Zealand. While the actual quality of rental housing isn’t a talking point (and thus, the problem with mainstream media and the limited perspectives of the typically privileged people within it) he acknowledges New Zealand has some of the most restrictive rules in the developed world for renters.

    “New Zealand is strangely different in that we have made this almost special provision around renting of residential property versus other types of renting.” – NZ Herald

    “The rental market is designed for students flatters. It is no surprise that it is the young couples with children who are most unhappy.” – Stuff

    But the level of chatter around the state of rental housing is growing.  Research shows that private rental housing is in worse condition than houses that are owner occupied, however, in a tight market, you have to take what you can get.

    “One potential tenant, looking at a property, asked if the holes could be fixed and rodent droppings cleared before she moved in. “[The landlord] said: ‘If you don’t like it, there’s other people that want to live here’.”

    Is it any wonder the typical tenancy lasts only just over a year?

    Amazingly, here’s a rare mainstream newspaper editorial that hits the nail on the head.

    Housing in New Zealand is not only scarce and expensive; for too many people, it is also downright unhealthy.

    “Our national housing stock is of poorer quality than most OECD countries. In particular, too many houses are damp and cold – which means they contribute to our grim rates of infectious and respiratory diseases.

    This is deplorable in an advanced country, and like our other housing problems, it needs to urgently change.

    Extensive work has already been done, so there is no excuse for delay. Most recently, results from a pilot study on 144 rental homes showed 90 per cent failing the warrant. That number needs some qualification – some houses failed for such easily remedied reasons as flat batteries in smoke alarms. But other results were more deeply concerning – like the third of rental properties that lacked any form of fixed heating.

    No-one in New Zealand should have to live in a dog of a house.”

    In order for renting to life to work you need to be able to save and invest what you’re “saving” by not having a mortgage. The problem is, rents are not going anywhere except up and up.

    • Renter demand in Auckland is forecast to increase by 63% over the next 20 years and it is unclear whether “mum and dad” investors will be able to meet this demand
    • Rental affordability is a critical issue for low- middle income households in Auckland, and people who enter retirement renting are likely to face ongoing hardship

    The prospect of continuing to have to pay rent throughout retirement is scary. I can kinda understand why suicide at 65 starts to look like a pragmatic option.

    Recently, an acquaintance posted a photo on Facebook . In it, he and his girlfriend stood on the deck of their new house, all smiles. Of course, like all our other home-owning peers, they only managed this because their parents stumped up cash for their down payment. Heck, if mine offered, I’d swallow my pride and take the offer.

    But is this what the future of our country looks like? Only the well off buying homes for their children and passing the privilege of living in a decent property on down the generations, while everyone else remains stuck in cold, damp rentals and suffering all the ill effects that poses?

    Surely we can do better than that.

  • Link love (Powered by grilling and strawberries)

    nzmuse link love roundup

    PSA: If you’re on the hunt for an offbeat movie to watch, look up What We Do in the Shadows. It’s been on my radar for awhile – made by and starring some of our top film/comedic talent, it took out a People’s Choice Award at the Toronto Film Festival. I FINALLY got around to watching it the other day, and all I can really say is wow. It’s so bizarre, so very Kiwi, and just … original. It won’t be for everyone, that is for sure.

    This week’s links

    Unsuccessful pickup lines used on Asians. White people: stop ni hao-ing anyone who looks vaguely Oriental. kthxbai

    On battling feelings of inferiority

    A life of renting is dark and dismal

    Odd friendships you probably have in your life

    Healing through pop music 

    A roundup of great writing on women and gender

    One of the best pieces of advice ever: Be the person you needed when you were younger

  • Three big money lessons I learned this year

    3 big money lessons I learned this year

    I’ve been back in full-time employment for a whole year now, and I’ve been thinking about the place work occupies in my life.

    I do not want my life to revolve entirely around work … but that said, I would much rather focus on work than the domestic front. Paid work can be frustrating (and a whole bunch of other adjectives) but I find it so much more personally fulfilling than doing household type work.

    If money were no object, I would literally never cook or clean. I would pay to have all that done. Not because I think my time is super valuable, but because I simply don’t enjoy those tasks and I am not very good at them. Eating good food made by others = one of my biggest joys.

    On a macro level, here’s what else I’ve been contemplating, more  generally.

    Your pay does not always reflect your worth

    It’s common sense, and we all know this. You are more than your paycheck. But this REALLY hit home for me this year, having moved out of a field that is notorious for underpaying and overworking.

    It seems crazy to me that people like the Starbucks barista profiled by the NY Times work so hard and get paid so much less than I do. Or that some construction foremen can earn less than me when that is objectively a much harder and more important job. And don’t get me wrong, I’m hardly rolling in it; I’m only now making the equivalent of a starting salary in many other fields. Yes, sometimes it’s because the higher-paying role genuinely creates more value/ROI for the business – but not always.

    There is a LOT of money floating around out there

    I have written about countless funded startups and interviewed both investors and entrepreneurs. T has sold stuff to people with (in my humble opinion) way too much money.

    It’s clear to me that there is money to be made – if you can tap into it. That means getting into the right industries in the right kinds of roles.

    Money affords happiness

    There’s no such thing as ‘broke yet happy’ in my world. Never has been, never will be.

    I earn more now. That reduces my stress levels. It enables me to live a more enjoyable life.

    I hate scrimping. Don’t get me wrong, I am really frugal by nature, and I suppose that’s why I hate to have to cut back beyond that.

    For years I thought T would outearn me – but that’s not how life has worked out.

    Strangely enough, an unexpected benefit of what I do these days is that the things I struggled with previously – the external/outward facing stuff, coming up with story ideas – aren’t factors anymore. And for the first time I feel like I have the means to support (financially speaking)  the creative things I love – bands, publications.

    New Zealand can offer a great lifestyle, but it’s not a cheap place to live, particularly in Auckland. If I have the opportunity to earn more to fund a better life, then that’s not a route I’m going to turn my nose up at.

    Also: at some point, I would like to work someplace that pays bonuses. Just to see what it’s like.

  • So, I just learned something really shitty…

    The Disputes Tribunal – essentially small claims court – cannot deal with cases where “someone knows they should do something but simply refuses to (for example, to chase a debt that someone agrees they owe you)”.

    Why this sucks: Since T quit Toxic Job, we have been waiting to be reimbursed a couple hundred dollars in expenses. These were incurred on behalf of the company on our personal credit card shortly before he left.

    It has now been over four months. We have been constantly following up. There are two bosses; let’s call them Aaron and Ant. Aaron is the sane, decent, normal one, and who unfortunately is/was also the less hands-on one. After initially contacting Ant, T has mostly been emailing Aaron lately – since he is infinitely more reasonable – and Aaron has been apologetic and understanding. Though, let it be observed, not to the point of ACTIONING THE REIMBURSEMENT.

    Based on the vibe T is getting from him, and the fact that T’s ex-colleague/buddy (we’ll call him Rich) just interviewed for a job at the competition, it seems like shit is going down over there. Rich is young, a small town boy, a bit of a pushover really, who has put up with Ant for months. So for him to have finally had enough and be looking elsewhere, it must be bad. (On the plus side, since he got the new job and starts in January, it’ll mean no more talk about Toxic Job when he comes around to visit in the future. That was the worst part about the friendship IMO – dwelling on all that drama.)

    I have financially written off that money, but I cannot let it go emotionally (though I really should for sanity’s sake) and I refuse to give up on the principle (and T is fully in agreement on that count). Being an asshole and driving away all your staff is one thing; cheating them out of money that they are owed is another.

    I’d had the idea in the back of my mind that Disputes Tribunal would be the next step, but apparently it won’t be. The fact that money is owed is not actually in dispute.

    I know that unpaid wages would fall under the Employment Relations Authority; I’m assuming money owed for reimbursements would probably be in the same boat. Need to look into this further, but it’s a headache I really do not need right now.

    Allrighty, vent over. Any advice gratefully received.

  • Hokitika, the home of greenstone and treetops

    Hokitika - Driftwood sign on the beach

    Know what amused me most about Hokitika?

    Tourists picking up handfuls of sand off the beach and placing it safely into a plastic ziplock bag, presumably to take home. Cute.

    Hokitika - Driftwood sign on the beach - plus couch

    Okay, and maybe the armchair sitting in a puddle.

    So, what’s Hokitika all about?

    It’s a small seaside town on the West Coast, between Greymouth (north) and glacier country (south) – Franz Josef and Fox Glacier – the kind of place that’s a lunch stop or overnight stop for most visitors. (It’s also known for its end-of-summer Wildfoods Festival.) And lately, it’s been enjoying a burst of attention thanks to its inclusion in Eleanor Catton’s Man Booker-winning novel, The Luminaries.

    Here’s what we got up to in Hokitika.

    Getting to grips with greenstone

    I learned some fun new facts while in Hokitika, touring one of the local greenstone shops. Greenstone (or pounamu in Maori) is nephrite jade and it’s highly prized, yet if you do happen to find any on the west coast beaches of the South Island (only in these areas, though!) you can collect it and bring it home with you. There is a 5kg limit in place when it comes to taking greenstone out of New Zealand.

    And did you know that we actually import a lot of greenstone – from Canada, Asia, and other regions? If buying a local greenstone product – a carving, a necklace, etc – is important to you, look closely to see if it’s genuine New Zealand pounamu. Or, if in doubt, ask.

    So, head to one of the many, MANY greenstone shops in Hokitika. See if you can take a tour and see the master carvers at work.

    Walking through the treetops

    The  west coast is  the wettest region in New Zealand, so it stands to reason that the greenery here is particularly lush. At Treetops  just south of Hokitika, one of the newer attractions around, we went for an amble through the forest – 40 metres in the air.

    Treetops walk near Hokitika

    Treetops walk near HokitikaTreetops walk near HokitikaTreetops walk near HokitikaTreetops walk near Hokitika

    I always seem to forget/underestimate just how afraid of heights I am. These bridges are engineered so that they do sway and flex under pressure, which was mildly terrifying even on a calm sunny day with nobody else around. That aside, it was a nifty thing to have experienced. If that’s your kinda jam, remember: Treetop Walk!

    Alas, I’ve still yet to visit the Hokitika Gorge, which is a total stunner in photos. Next time?

  • Link love (Powered by ups and downs)

    nzmuse link love roundup

    • I am sad and angry. For women everywhere, who are victims of assault and harassment. For people of colour everywhere. For my fellow citizens, and the politicians we’re stuck with. Is there anywhere in the world where things are headed in the right direction? (It doesn’t seem that way)
    • Now I’m in more of a traditional workplace, I find myself reading Ask a Manager religiously – it’s really valuable to me. Recent posts got me thinking about the value of face time, and the practicalities of the fabled ‘results only work environment’. How many actually have finite, quantifiable workloads? And how do you ensure fair workloads when individuals within a team have quite different roles and types of work?
    • People always say that short hair takes more work, but for me it’s so much more low maintenance. Half the time I don’t even brush it – I’m good to go in the morning. Is it just my hair type?

    I really need to put the Toast on my daily reading list, otherwise I miss gems like fictional characters who would have benefited from abortions

    Montana, you are beautiful, even if you look damn cold (via Sarah Somewhere)

    An amazing pilgrimage through the Italian countryside, at Fearful Adventurer

    I am still loving and mulling over Mutant Supermodel’s take on positive psychology

    A little love letter from afar, by The Asian Pear

    From A Practical Wedding: Sometimes work is just… work.

    “And while that sounds terrible, in reality, it’s a good thing. It takes a lot of emotional energy to do the kind of work that feeds your soul, 365 days a year. And sometimes you just want to do a little data entry while listening to Serial, and maybe have time to debate it afterward with your co-workers.”

  • Livin’ the luxury life on the wild West Coast

    Te Waonui degustation dinner

    Having been on one road trip around the South Island, I thought I’d seen it all, really. More fool me.

    Last time around on the West Coast, I was a little on edge. We narrowly escaped getting our campervan stuck in sand, with the help of two gruff but kindly local blokes. And of course, the weather was crap.

    This time around I was even more on edge in general (as I have been for a couple of months) and the weather was similarly awful – this is, after all, one of the wettest parts of the country. But despite all that, this was exactly what I needed. A work trip with a healthy dose of leisure slotted in, with luxury and pampering making up for the typically wild weather.

    Franz Josef is a tiny little tourist town (population approximately 400) that revolves around tourism – glacier walks, kayaks and scenic flights; horse treks; 4WD adventures; skydiving. Luckily, there are other activities you can do in wet weather!

    As the rain intensified overhead, we sought refuge at the Glacier Hot Pools in Franz Josef. The public pools are incredibly nice, with 36, 38 and 40-degree pools, all nice and large so you aren’t squeezed up against half naked strangers. They’re under cover, so if it’s raining as it so often does, you can still enjoy the water. There’s also private pools out a little way into the forest, surrounded by trees and paired with their own changing rooms – these have heated floors and deluxe showers. Little covered alcoves at the end of each pool offer shelter from the elements; it was surprisingly cosy in there despite being restricted to maybe 35% of the pool area since we wanted to avoid the icy rain.

    Best of all, the pools backed onto Te Waonui, the five-star resort we were booked into. This is quite possibly the fanciest place this pleb has ever stayed at. Glasses of kiwifruit juice and fresh hand towels were brought to us at reception as we checked in. Branded umbrellas at the entrance were a nice practical touch. Service was outstanding, as you’d expect.

    Amazing fluffy cloudlike beds at Te Waonui

    Huge, fluffy and a welcoming sight for sore eyes.

    It may not look like anything particularly special, but this is the most wonderful bed I have ever laid in. It was like sleeping in a cloud. 8 hours was not enough. (A lifetime would probably not have been enough.)

    Heated bathroom floors (I need these in my life). A heated mirror to clear steam. A speaker in the bathroom that amplifies whatever is playing on the TV. An adorable little deck opening out onto the forest. I could so get used to this.

    While I’m not normally one for fine dining, I really don’t have any other words to describe the five-course degustation aside from exquisite (and not overwhelmingly fussy). Each course had approximately 5 options, and between the two of us, we sampled 10.

    Highlights: I found the ostrich carpaccio, seafood (hapuka, clam, octopus and squid ink) risotto, and L&P ice cream with fondant particularly innovative. The kumara croquette and spinach/potato gnocchi were both divine (though the accompanying venison and cheese, respectively, not as impressive – I’d expected the cheese to be melty, or at the most, a little bit stringy, but instead it sat solidly in gobs around the pasta). I even mustered up the courage to down some beef cheek – I think it was actually rather good; I just couldn’t get past the mental ick factor. Current menu in full here.

    And, importantly, the portions are good-sized. We both went to bed well satiated.

    Sadly, our glacier flight and heli hike were canned due to the weather, so instead we popped into the West Coast Wildlife Centre for a bit. I’ve seen kiwi before and I’m not sure I’d personally pay full price $35 to go through the centre, but perhaps the guided tour ($55) may be better value.

    I also got to do a couple of things I missed the first time around through the West Coast.

    With brief snatches of almost decent (or at least less wet) weather, my colleague and I managed a quick walk to a lookout over Lake Matheson (the postcard-famous mirror lake – on a fine day, that is).

    Swing bridge at Lake Matheson, Franz Josef Glacier, West Coast NZ


    Swing bridge at Lake Matheson, Franz Josef Glacier, West Coast NZ

    We also paused at Lake Ianthe between Franz Josef and Hokitika to stretch our legs.

    Lake Ianthe, West Coast NZ

    Stay tuned for more South Island posts!

     

  • Our experiment with Ooooby and Foodbox

     

    Veggie box (not an actual example of mine)

    Veggie box (stock photo – not an actual example from me, because I’m lazy). Photo by Nick Saltmarsh

    Ever find yourself doing the weekly grocery shop on autopilot, stuck in a rut?

    It’s very much a first world problem, but one we’re particularly prone to.

    Food delivery services are starting to take off here, and there’s now a number of different companies doing fruit and produce boxes.

    Probably the biggest one, in Auckland anyway, is Ooooby. So we figured we’d start our experiment there.

    Ooooby has a range of different box options, with varying prices based on amounts and whether the contents are wholly organic or not. Bonus: they also sell a bunch of other yummy goodies that you can add to your order, from breads to spreads and cordials to coffee (the ciabatta is delicious!).

    All went well. Although broccoli was included in that first week’s contents, I was able to email the team to get it blacklisted for our account and swapped out for something else. And when I realised I had put in the wrong address (the house behind us), I emailed them to change that and they were super responsive. The box turned up, on schedule, packed with goodies.

    And I mean PACKED. I’ll be honest – we eat a lot healthier than we used to but probably still nowhere near 5+ a day. And the small, couples-sized Lil Mix box was still too much for us. So we changed to fortnightly instead of weekly delivery.

    A couple of other things became apparent:

    1) The only delivery day to our area (mid week) was just not meshing well with our food routine, which includes main grocery shopping at the weekend

    2) The lack of customisation was actually a bit much for us. We thought we wanted to totally be surprised every week, but in truth we want a bit of control

    I figured we’d try out a different company; Foodbox was another I’d had my eye on.

    Nothing against Ooooby at all – zero complaints! – but for us, Foodbox turned out to be a better fit in this instance. They deliver to our area on Mondays, which goes well with our weekend grocery shop, and they allow personalisation of your delivery, with easy online account management on the website.

    An email goes out on Friday summarising what’s in the next box. I log in, and from there I can change the quantities of each to suit (and set rules like ‘never include this’ or ‘always include this’), as well as add on other extra produce items that happen to be available but not part of that week’s bundle.

    They’ve also just teamed up with Neat Meat to offer meat packs, so we may be giving that a whirl soon too.

    What do I like about getting fruit boxes delivered? Obviously, convenience is the number one factor. You don’t have to think too much about it, and it comes to your doorstep – generally for about the same cost as buying from a normal shop (Examples: $2.79 for a bunch of asparagus or $1.99 for a kilo of potatoes; however spring onions and cucumbers tend to be on the expensive end). You’re supporting local business (though we mostly get produce from FruitWorld, which as far as I know is local). Everything is fresh – occasionally too fresh? Hah.

    Speaking of freshness, one downside of produce delivery boxes is that you obviously don’t get to handpick items (and this has always been my reservation about online food shopping). For example, once we got a few avocadoes, none of which were ready to eat yet. We’d planned to use them that day or next but had to wait until later in the week. Also, I had expected to receive, say, one exotic item a week, but that hasn’t really happened. The most exciting thing to date we’ve received is some sort of kale.

    Related: Here’s Bunny Eats Design’s review of Ooooby with a detailed breakdown from 2012, and Diana Clement in the Herald with a general overview from last year.

    Do you use any fruit box or food delivery services?