delanceyplace | By the mid-1800s, that strange creature, the office worker, was
starting to be more and more prevalent in American cities. The 1855
census recorded clerks as the New York City's third largest occupation,
behind servants and laborers. The office worker didn't seem to do or
make anything, in fact, he seemed to do little but copy things. But the
emerging class of office workers wanted to differentiate themselves from
mere laborers, and the best way to do that was through their attire:
"[In America in the 1800s, there was] the sense that office work was unnatural.
In a world in which shipping and farming, building and assembling, were
the order of work, the early clerical worker didn't seem to fit. The
office clerk in America at the high noon of the nineteenth century was a
curious creature, an unfamiliar figure, an inexplicable phenomenon.
Even by 1880, less than 5 percent of the total workforce, or 186,000
people, was in the clerical profession, but in cities, where the
nation's commentariat was concentrated (who themselves tended to work in
office-like places), clerks had become the fastest-growing population.
In some heavily mercantile cities, such as New York, they had already
become ubiquitous: the 1855 census recorded clerks as the city's third
largest occupational group, just behind servants and laborers.
"For many, this was a terrible development. Nothing about clerical
labor was congenial to the way most Americans thought of work. Clerks
didn't work the land, lay railroad tracks, make ammunitions in
factories, let alone hide away in a cabin by a small pond to raise beans
and live deep. Unlike farming or factory work, office work didn't
produce anything. At best, it seemed to reproduce things.
Clerks copied endlessly, bookkeepers added up numbers to create more
numbers, and insurance men literally made more paper. For the tobacco
farmer or miner, it barely constituted work at all. He (and at that
point it was invariably a he) was a parasite on the work of others, who
literally did the heavy lifting. Thus the bodies of real workers were
sinewy, tanned by the relentless sun or blackened by smokestack soot;
the bodies of clerks were slim, almost feminine in their untested
delicacy.
"The lively (and unscrupulous) American press occasionally took time
to level invectives against the clerk. 'We venture the assertion that
there is not a more dependent or subservient set of men in this country
than are the genteel, dry goods clerks in this and other large cities,'
the editors of the American Whig Review held. Meanwhile, the American Phrenological Journal
had stronger advice for young men facing the prospect of a clerical
career. 'Be men, therefore, and with true courage and manliness dash
into the wilderness with your axe and make an opening for the sunlight
and for an independent home.' Vanity Fair had the strongest
language of all: clerks were 'vain, mean, selfish, greedy, sensual and
sly, talkative and cowardly' and spent all their minimal strength
attempting to dress better than 'real men who did real work.' ...
"Clerks'
attire was a glaring target for the barbs of the press, since the very
concept of business attire (not to speak of business casual) came into
being with the mass appearance of clerks in American cities. 'In the
counting-room and the office,' wrote Samuel Wells, the author of a
'manual of republican etiquette' from 1856, 'gentlemen wear frock coats
or sack coats. They need not be of very fine material, and should not be
of any garish pattern.' Other fashion advisers pointed to a whole host
of 'business coats,' 'business surtouts,' and 'business paletots,' which
you could find at new stores like Brooks Brothers. Working-class
Americans would be seen in straw hats or green blouses; what
distinguished the clerk was his collar: usually bleached an immaculate
white and starched into an imposing stiffness. But collared business
shirts were expensive, so stores catering to the business customer began
to sell collars by themselves, half a dozen collars running to under
half of what a cheap shirt would cost. The white collar, detachable and
yet an essential status marker, was the perfect symbol of the
pseudo-genteel, dual nature of office work."
author: | Nikil Saval |
title: | Cubed: A Secret History of the Workplace |
publisher: | Doubleday a division of Random House |
date: | Copyright 2014 by Nikil Saval |
pages: | 12-15 |
3 comments:
Logan overdosed on his stupid pills. Thankfully, the commenters were there to call his bullshit out. "Every consumer is also a producer as well." That did it for me. His diploma mill should disown him immediately for writing such fuckery. What the fuck kind of fantasy world does he live in?
I could see some right wing preacher quoting this tripe on tv and giving it legitimacy to the congregation. "You know peak oil's just made up by population Nazis." "We don't have too many people; we have enough room here for a gajillion."
Yeah, the Ayn-Rander glue sniffing. I tried that stuff out as a kid. Once you adopt their belief system, you know all the answers. Then any half-assed argument sounds right -- as long as it backs up the answers you already know.
Indeed. http://hipcrime.blogspot.com/2014/05/why-slowing-population-growth-is-problem.html
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