Last Year #8: "But you ARE the man"

A few years ago Sprint ran a great commercial, satirizing certain generation's attachment to images of rebillion.  An executive in a tall building in a super modern, clean office with high windows talks about his Sprint plan that doesn't tell him what to do:  "I can talk when and how I want.  It's my little way of 'sticking it to the man.'" 

The younger man in his office (a helper?  junior exec?) says "But you ARE the man."
Older man in navy blue suit says, "I know."
Younger man in brown suit says, "So you're stickin' it to yourself."
"Maybe."

This is the plight of my generation of managers and leaders.  We want to keep our self images as rebels but really, if we hold any position of power, we are "the man."  In spite of my tattoos and love of whisky, (and no, Google, that isn't misspelled, not if one drinks single malt scotch) I'm still a rule setter and follower in my workplace.

I recognized my own position in the power system as soon as I arrived.  Here is another paragraph from my Bendnotes letter to friends at the U of U, 9/13/1988:

"At our department meeting on 9/12, Monday, I learned that last year the meeting had been attended by 7 people.  This year it was attended by 21.  (There's been a 20% increase in students since last year, which itself had showed {sic} a rather dramatic increase over two years previous.)  I also learned that I had kicked several people out of the office I am now imperialistically inhabiting.  People come by my office, look in, and say how nice it is.  They admire the many shelves and the oak desk.  Needless to say, this makes me more uncomfortable that happy, and I have apologized to people, a sort of 'forgive me for being an imperialist' soft of thing.  Most folks don't understand this attitude.  They look ahead, of course, to the day when I get booted."

I wrote this way because many of those teaching the in the UofU department of communication at that time (mid '80s) was left wing theoretically and committed to post-Marxism, post-structuralism, and the analysis of race, class, and gender.  I tried my best to put the principles of those beliefs to work in my classrooms, making sure that everyone knew the rules, enforcing the rules with fairness, and not requiring students to read my mind to figure out how to earn a good grade.  Nevertheless, I was and am still the one in charge of the economics of the classroom, and therefor "the man" in that circumstance.  I was also a mid-level bureaucrat for four years while I was the FA&C department chair.  I was charged with maintaining a system that is, in some ways -- the payment of part-timers and adjuncts, for example -- incredibly unfair.

Yet all the time there remains a part of me that believes in myself as anti-authoritarian.  This is probably the same part of me that wouldn't be surprised to see a unicorn in my garden.

Implanting Memories about Fritalians

I made my Interpersonal Communication students watch the Dunkin Donuts commercial as part of our discussion of perception. We watched the ad (on youtube) in class and then I asked them to describe two characters and make inferences about them. I also asked them, "which character was wearing a red shirt." After they wrote notes individually, they interacted in groups. As I circulated among them, I kept asking, "Who do you remember wearing the red shirt?" Different people had different memories.

There is no red shirt in the ad.

Yet, they became, with my insistance, sure that they remembered.

This is the best classroom activity I've ever performed concerning the flexibility of memory. It also afforded an excellent example of how perceptions vary. A fun activity.