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Inocencia Callan Valderrama

Inocencia Callan Valderrama

This is Inocencia. I’ve never met her before but I just lent her $25 through Kiva (an amazing NGO that I’ve blogged about before.) She’s 54-years-old, is separated, has two kids  and owns a small business in which she sells food to go. With her first Kiva loan she bought a sun umbrella and a stove. She has been doing very well. Now she wants to start her own grocery store.

It excites me to invest in Inocencia’s business, and it didn’t cost me much. I used some of the money that has been paid back to me from the other loans I’ve made. Over the next five months, Inocencia will repay me and I will be able to re-lend that money to another worthy entrepreneur in the developing world.

Yep. It’s pretty incredible.
And you know what?

It feels great every time.

The Digital Universe at Your Fingertips

My brain, right now.

My brain, right now.

It’s Sunday morning and I haven’t even had a cup of java yet. It’s safe to say that the following idea almost had me convinced I was still asleep and dreaming about impossibilities.

I watched this video with the same amount of awe that a medieval peasant might experience if presented with a television set.

At first I thought it must be some kind of joke . . . but having watched several TED demos, I know full well that these prototypes are meant to be taken seriously — they are, as the TED tagline suggests, “ideas worth spreading.”

In the following video, Pattie Maes explains “6th sense” wearable technology and–alluding to Tom Cruise in Minority Report–she takes “information at your fingertips” to a new dimension.

So, what do you think? Will our kids wear these devices and taunt us for being dinosaurs born last century (*sigh* which will actually be true) or is this just a fantastical idea that will go the way of the digital dodo?

Please comment!

(Admittedly frivolous side question: Does Patti Maes look like Susan Sarandon or what?)

You are not a Special Snowflake

 

Hold your head high ... but don't forget to mind your step. (Photo by my sister Beatrice)

special

When our boomer parents decided that we should never feel bad about ourselves, did they do us a disservice?

 

We, the youth of today, have been raised on a steady diet of self-esteem supplements and ‘you-can-do-it’ rhetoric.

Since childhood, we’ve been told that we need only believe in ourselves, like the-little-engine-that-could, in order to reach the top of any mountain. We’ve collected gold stickers and decorated name cards, watched feel-good movies and expressed ourselves in crayon. It was the stuff of dreams.

Now, several of us are twenty-something and trying to thrive in the real world–a world that doesn’t always cash the cheques of our childhood reveries. Many of us are seeing a divide between our dreams–the beautiful home, the great career, the meaningful relationship–and our nightmares–mounting debt, a competitive job market, a high divorce rate.

We are left negotiating between our brightest hopes and our biggest fears.

But before I get ahead of myself, I should outline who I mean by “we.” If you grew up in North America during the 80s and early 90s, you can count yourself in. We are Generation Y, also known as the echo-boom, iGeneration, and the millennials.

Although social trends are always complicated at the ground level, a growing body of research is making some interesting generalizations about our particular cluster. The very titles of several texts are suggestive of the way we’re being perceived: You Raised Them, Now Manage Them (Fortune Magazine), Ready or Not, Here Come the Net Kids (Workforce), Generation Y’s Goal? Wealth and Fame (USA Today).

The implicit message: brace yourself world; these kids are expecting you to provide the goods.

In the New Jersey Law Journal, Tricia Kasting says Gen Yers place heavy emphasis on our interpersonal connections, our achievements, and our need for constant stimulation. She describes us as ‘special’, in that we have been told that we are all our lives; ‘sheltered’, in that we have led relatively protected and highly structured lives; and ‘confident’, in that we expect good news and believe in ourselves.

Bruce Tulgan affirms Kasting’s statements in a more hard-hitting fashion. His organization, RainmakerThinking Inc., hinges on the understanding of young people and generational differences. According to him:

“Gen Y has been pampered, nurtured and programmed with a slew of activities since they were toddlers, meaning they are both high-performance and high-maintenance [...they are also] much less likely to respond to the traditional command-and-control type of management still popular in much of today’s workforce”.

High maintenance? Are we really?

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high on life

Well, we are the children that challenge our parents, not accepting “because I said so” as a final answer. We are the students that question our teachers and have the audacity to barter for A’s. We are the new employees who push the limits of dress code, valuing our personal comfort over formality. What’s wrong with that? We’re just trying to speak our minds, love ourselves, do our own thang and pursue our dreams. We are young, ambitious and ready to collect. Right?

Well, whether or not all of this applies to you, the point is that it is much more widespread than ever before. Many claim the exception has become the rule. But how did it get this way?

Explaining the socio-cultural influences that shape entire generations is nothing if not daunting; however, I’d like to touch on two of the commonly cited forces: our educational system and our media influences.

Dr. Jean Twenge dedicates great portions of her 242-page book to discussing these factors; a book which is provocatively titled “Generation Me: Why Today’s Young Americans Are More Confident, Assertive, Entitled-and More Miserable than Ever Before.”Although her data is mostly American, she states, “many of the changes here can be generalized [...] particularly [to] other Western Nations such as Canada…”.

Twenge asserts that our upbringing was not accidental. Beginning in 1980, “there was a pervasive, society-wide effort to increase children’s self-esteem. [Boomer Parents] apparently decided that children should always feel good about themselves.”

Such a focus gave way to a curriculum which placed unprecedented importance on self-esteem and self-expression — as opposed to stressing other principles like obedience, hard-work and respect for authority. Self esteem has become widely institutionalized, even mandated in school mission statements, thus moving it past something that is encouraged to something that is taught, ingrained and even required. I fell victim to one such requirement in seventh grade, when Mrs. Petrinov assigned a poem with only one stipulation; it had to begin, “Mirror mirror on the wall, I’m the greatest one of all.”

Couple this kind of pedagogy with a media environment that doesn’t exactly encourage altruism and you get a potent blend.

Sut Jhally- Executive Director of the Media Education Foundation-asserts that we live in an individualistic consumer culture and, as such, the vast majority of messages we hear treat us as individuals living here right now. These messages require us to narrow our thought parameters and focus on our personal affairs–what some refer to as having market mentalities. This statement is not very avant-garde to a generation that has grown up with these kinds of messages. We are used to advertisers bypassing our parents and marketing to us directly.

What happens if we don’t get our way?

The flip side of being too high on ourselves when we succeed is that we are also too hard on ourselves when we fail.

But couldn’t one argue that knowing what we want, having a high self-esteem and focusing on ourselves are just our driving forces? If we’re so confident, won’t we do better in  the long run?

Well, this is where we must factor in the other part of the equation. As Twenge notes, the flip side of being too high on ourselves when we succeed is that we are also too hard on ourselves when we fail. When things don’t go our way, we are disproportionately crushed. Our sense of resilience often suffers at the behest of our sense of entitlement.

Peter Silsbee, Vice President of research company Roper Starch, states, “These kids have extraordinarily high expectations. They are going to have some trouble with long, drawn-out apprentice periods”. This view is echoed by author Claire Raines who agrees that we are “showing up for work with pretty high and probably unrealistic expectations”. When we throw our graduation caps up into the air, a frustrating job hunt is probably not at the forefront of our minds. Many of us don’t even know what we want to do with our spiffy new diplomas. If we procrastinate on writing term papers, you can imagine how we postpone long-term planning. Writing for Fortune magazine, Nadira A. Hira states:

“Upon graduation, it turned out that a lot of Gen Yers hadn’t learned much about struggle or sacrifice. As the first of them began to graduate from college in the late 1990s, the average educational debt soared to over $19,000 for new grads, and many Yers went to the only place they knew they’d be safe: home”.

The implication: we are only ostensibly independent. Hira quotes Jeffrey Jensen in calling it “emerging adulthood.” No previous generations have been able to put off ‘growing up’ for as long as many of us have. Whereas most people used to get married in their very early twenties, they are now making such large commitments closer to their thirties. Jensen says we now look at our 20s very differently, as a time that is much more volatile and unstructured.

So, what about our hopes and dreams?


When the camera pans over entire line-ups of jubilant young faces, all convinced that they will be anything from Canada’s next top model to Trump’s newest apprentice, the reality is that most won’t be. If you separate the reality out from TV, you can expect that, at some point, you’ll be the one who was this close to the prize – but didn’t make it.

Of the latest 1,900 applicants to UofT’s law school, only 180 ended up in first-year placements. Most people with PhD’s in English and History struggle to find a University position, never mind obtain tenure. Harvard sends the bad news to 50% of applicants with outstanding SAT scores.

The result: many people, who are often qualified and deserving, do not obtain a seat in the grand game of musical chairs.

Ask yourself: do I expect a reserved seat at every one of life’s special ceremonies? If so, perhaps you should consider the words of Dr. Polly Young-Eisendrath, who asserts that:

“[in order to] develop into emotionally mature adults, we have to give up fantasies that once sustained us–such as, ‘There are perfect people in the world with absolute control of their lives and I will become one of them’”

Such emotional maturity may require us to walk the thin line between our dreams and our nightmares, and it’s fair to wonder how exactly we expect to do that without self-esteem.

The thing is, the point of this article isn’t to debunk the value of self-esteem per se; It is merely to suggest we reassess the type of self-entitled and sometimes rootless esteem that we’ve been raised with. I would argue that self-esteem is not a fixed, one-time achievement but an ongoing process of cultivation and moderation. As  the popular Sunscreen song notes, “Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.”

When we wake up as adults, we find a world in which we can still defiantly hope for the best while boldly preparing for the worst–all the while knowing that we’ll probably get something in between.

I originally published a version of this article in the March 2008 Issue of MacMedia Magazine

Anything But Business as Usual

How a Little NGO named Kiva is Changing the World in a Big Way

You never forget your first loan

You never forget your first loan

Serenita Mikaele and I are both 23-year-old females–other than that, we don’t have very much in common. She is a wife, mother and entrepreneur living in Taufusi, Samoa; I am an idealistic student living in Toronto. Her day typically consists of selling crafts at her local market and providing for her family; mine revolves around reading, writing, and drinking too much coffee. Although we live continents apart, I know of Serenita because I am a shareholder in her business.

Before I tell you how exactly this came to be, I’ll start with something more familiar.

Many of us have grown up with the knowledge, and guilt, of relative privilege. We in the West have heard stories about “the rest”: accounts of rampant exploitation, starvation, powerlessness. We have also seen the images: swollen bellies, pleading eyes, decaying houses. We know that the majority of the world’s people are living on a few dollars (if that) a day.

Despite the immense diversity of impoverished communities, we somehow sweep them all under the umbrella term “third world” and agonize about how we can possibly affect something so big.

Last year, in my first critical development course, I began to question the often well-meaning but (let’s face it) condescending ways in which we talk about the majority of the people on Earth. We send coalitions of the concerned to areas that are “out there” with preset models, worn-out ideas and condition-laden aid. In most mainstream development work, locals speak but are not really listened to. They are manoeuvred into feeling that their ideas and opinions are uninformed. How often do we hear their ideas?

It is against this backdrop that I learned of Kiva–the first person-to-person micro-lending website. Kiva makes it possible for ordinary people, like me, to lend as little as $25 to other ordinary people in underprivileged regions that have their own ideas about how to better their living conditions.

Instead of the pitiable images of beggars, we can browse through fairer depictions of individuals and groups in need of small loans to fund their initiatives. Picture a tailor in Tajikistan or a florist in Peru–suddenly, it is possible to offer them a hand-up instead of a hand-out. We can interact on a more level ground: partner to partner, not noble rescuer to charity case.

The more I learned about Kiva’s structure, the more I liked this small San Francisco-based NGO. Its founders are a young couple, its processes are very transparent, and its objective is quite simple: Kiva aims “to connect people through lending for the sake of alleviating poverty”. As New York Times columnist Nicholas D. Kristof writes:

“Web sites like Kiva are useful partly because they connect the donor directly to the beneficiary, without going through a bureaucratic and expensive layer of aid groups in between.”

Some of the loans I've helped fund

Some of the loans I've helped fund

In an interview for Social Edge, co-founder Jessica Flannery joked about how Kiva was born of her passion for Microfinance and her husband Matt Flannery’s passion for innovation on the Internet. The demand for their service turned out to be much larger than either partner expected. Matt admits that the site began as a hobby but, after being featured on a popular blog, the website’s traffic picked up significantly-and I won’t even get into how it skyrocketed when it was endorsed by Oprah.

Now the Flannerys have much higher hopes for how big Kiva may actually get. In fact, Matt hopes to contribute to what he hopes will be “a fading distinction between what we call the ‘third world’ and what we call the ‘first world’”.

Citing examples of lenders in Mexico lending to other Mexicans, or lenders in India supporting Cambodians, Matt goes on to assert that we are now blurring the lines between the traditional givers and benefactors of assistance.

Such global partnerships are blossoming on Kiva. After lending to Serenita, my picture appeared in a gallery of international lenders, such as Fabian from Germany, Toin from the Netherlands, Beth from the USA, Alberto from Italy and Christopher from the UK. My own $25 loan wouldn’t have done much but, collectively, we helped Serenita reach her goal of $825.00-money that the big banks would have almost certainly denied to her and on which local lenders would have charged debilitating interest. Over the next 12 months, she will use those funds to buy new handicrafts, grow her business and repay us.

When we get the money back from Serenita, we can withdraw it, lend it to another entrepreneur or donate it to Kiva. This kind of philanthropic flexibility is a brand new concept to me. Instead of funding a night of binge drinking, my small but sturdy first loan is now helping Serenita help herself. All of this made me think: Serenita may have fewer financial resources than I do, but she has just as much human dignity.

The fact that I’m in a position to lend is mostly just luck of the draw. I don’t pity Serenita; I admire her. I’m not giving out of guilt, but investing in good faith.

I know Kiva isn’t a universal remedy but it is a viable option that very few Canadian students know about. According to Alexa, Americans are taking a leadership role, comprising almost 30.1% of Kiva lenders. Behind India, Peru, Germany, Indonesia, Thailand and South Korea (in that order) Canadians account for a mere 2.8% of Kiva lenders.

So Canada, how about forgoing your Tim Horton’s coffee for two weeks and putting the money towards something new? I promise the good feeling will last longer than a caffeine rush; and there’s potential here for a much healthier addiction.

A version of this article was published in the December 2008 issue of MacMedia magazine

In Search of Kindred Spirits

Am I a solitary snowflake or does someone share my pattern?

Am I a solitary snowflake or does someone share my pattern?

Favourite Activities:

- Embarking on coffee-fuelled writing binges
- Following the news & worrying about the fate of humanity
- Listening to CBC Radio…compulsively
- Watching free movies at the public library
- Forever catching up on a list of ‘must hear’ podcasts (ex: This American Life, Spark, Radiolab)
- Discovering hidden gems in urban jungles
- Travelling, especially within Canada (just the territories, Newfoundland and PEI left to go!)
- Throwing themed parties at my house
- Attending obscure or innovative events (ex: renegade street parades, amateur comedy nights)
- Strolling through museums and art galleries and talking notes that I’ll never read again
- Giving hand-made presents and greeting cards
- Lazing around with my favourite people
- Watching plays (esp. at the Young Centre for the Performing Arts in the Distillery District)
- Going to the gym, then quitting, then starting up again
- Introducing awesome people to one another
- Sleeping…oh, boy, do I love sleeping…and recording my weirdest dreams

General Interests

- Canadiana
- The ever-changing media landscape
- Environmental issues
- International Politics
- Social media and cutting-edge technology
- The arts (what a big umbrella!)
- Montreal, Toronto and Vancouver
- Satirical news stories
- Real news that reads like satire

Favourite Music

–Artists–
Eartha Kitt, Sarah Slean, Incubus, Tegan and Sarah, Les Cowboys Fringants, Feist, Bob Dylan, Simon and Garfunkel, Lauren Hill, The Beatles, Buena Vista Social Club, Jack Johnson, Sarah Harmer, Hot Hot heat, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Ben Harper, Frank Sinatra

–Genres–
Musique en Francais, World Music (especially afro-latin), Folk, Eclectic, Oldies (especially 50s and 60s)

Favourite TV Shows

I rarely watch TV, but when I do:
The Hour, The Colbert Report, The Daily Show, The National, Arrested Development, Law and Order

Favourite Podcasts/Radio Shows

The Current, WireTap, The Debaters, Q, Go, Definitely not the Opera, Outfront (tragically cancelled!), The Vinyl Cafe, The Age of Persuasion, Spark, This American Life, Radiolab

Favorite Movies

Adaptation, Baraka, Le Fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain, Waking Life, Paris Je’Taime, The Darjeeling Limited, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Synecdoche New York, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Constant Gardner, Crash, Jesus Christ Superstar, Being John Malkovich, Persepolis, Frida, Into The Wild, Love in the time of Cholera, When Harry Met Sally, Y tu mama tambien, Frost/Nixon, Basketball Diaries, Once, Away from Her, Wall-E, Donnie Darko, Doubt, Garbage Warrior, The Corporation, La Vita E Bella, My Neighbour Totoro, Nightmare Before Christmas

Favorite Books

Everything Is Illuminated, 1984, A Light in the Attic, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, Generation Me, Alice In Wonderland, Persepolis, Maus, Siddhartha, Women and Desire: Beyond Wanting to be Wanted, City of Glass, In Cold Blood, Life of Pi, Beyond the Pale, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle, White Noise

The letter from Ryerson

The athletic facilities on Ryerson campus. Pretty nice, huh?

Ryerson campus

For the past few weeks I have been checking my mailbox compulsively.

I’ve been imagining a meeting room filled with people and paperwork, and only hoping that my grad school application would be noticed, remembered, accepted . . . dare I say appreciated?

Last night I spent a good 20 minutes forcing my anxiety upon my old friend, Sandy. “I heard they’re supposed to get back to you in late February or early March! Well, it’s March 11th and I still don’t know where my applications are.”
Sandy tried to reassure me as I bit at my nails.

When I got home, I scooped some leftovers onto a plate and walked into the dark living room, where the only light was coming from the TV. I sat down at the table, sighed, and began to shovel spoonfuls of macaroni salad into my mouth.  As my brother chortled over something on South Park, a large envelope caught my eye.

Is that the Ryerson logo?

I dropped my fork, practically spat out the macaroni, flicked on the lights, snatched the envelope and tore it open.”Why didn’t anyone tell me this was here? Why didn’t anyone tell me this was HERE?!” I shrieked.

My brother stared at the screen and shrugged. My sister murmured something about not knowing what I was talking about.

I yanked the papers out of the envelope but couldn’t bring myself to read past the first line:
Dear Ms. Carletti.

My throat went dry. I slowly rose from the table. “I am PLEASED to inform you . . .the Journalism program has approved your admission to Ryerson University.”

My brother and sister stopped what they were doing and looked at me. There was a split second of silence and then . . .

A new window of opportunity

A new window of opportunity

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yeees!” I lept into the air and lunged toward my little sister. She sprang up and hugged me and we spun around in gloriously exaggerated circles. (And this was before I’d even read about the scholarship.)

Finally! The culmination of all those fees, essays, recommendation letters, transcripts, application forms and sleepless nights. I get to stay in this city with my family. I get to work with some of the best journalists in the country. I get to intern in Toronto, the media hub of Canada! I can’t wait!

I know I’m supposed to be modest and discreet but I haven’t felt this exicted in weeks! I’m aware of what the industry looks like and I know full well that I am crazy for going into Journalism . . . but I tell you, ladies and gentleman, that crazy feels really really good today.

Rexdale, the beautiful

The faces of Albion library

The faces of Rexdale: some members of the Albion Library staff

Dear CBC radio,

This morning I woke up in my Rexdale home and, as usual, I tuned into your line-up of early morning programming. I was surprised to hear several stories that literally hit home. My area, which is considered an “at-risk” or “priority” neighbourhood, is often characterized in the media as a place of crime, poverty and inadequate opportunity. I have to admit that I was almost moved to tears when I heard three separate stories that featured youth from neighbourhoods and backgrounds like mine.

First, I heard about the success of the Remix project–a youth-run program that actually validates urban arts and culture–and how it effectively guides youth from “priority areas” to employment, education and mentorship. I took in descriptions of potential and creativity instead of delinquency and nuisance, and I was genuinely impressed when I learned that the project has even earned an award for “Excellence in Urban Safety and Crime Prevention” from the United Nations. It’s gratifying to see recognition that we can blossom if only given the chance. Unfortunately, the story ended on a sombre note: despite the initiative’s tremendous success, it’s funding is eroding due to the current economic climate. But, I’ll get back to this momentarily.

Next up was a story put together by a grade 9 student from my very own neighbourhood. Through a CBC-lead initiative, this student–whose name unfortunately escapes me–was able to experiment with meaning-making as a young journalist. She spoke of the mainstream perception of guns and drugs in Rexdale and how she, having grown up in this area, can testify to the vibrancy and friendliness that is all too often eclipsed by stories that bleed, and therefore lead.

Finally, I heard a short description of a Somali rapper K’naan who also lives in Rexdale. Unfortunately, I had to leave my house before the full-length story aired, but the point is that I’d already heard of K’naan–from the CBC! His songs send a musical message about war, oppression and hope. He’s black, he’s Muslim, he’s a refugee and he’s an absolute inspiration.

I don’t mean to romanticize youth with difficult backgrounds–to do so would be to cloak the authenticity and complexity of growing up in places like Rexdale–but something in me brightens up when we’re given the benefit of the doubt. My parents fled the civil war in El Salvador (where I was born) and they know what it’s like to be underestimated in a new place.

That being said, I want to return to the lack of funding for the Remix project, the temporality of the student journalist’s initiative, and the relative obscurity of incredible artists like K’naan.

There is so much potential around me and I know that we still need to shout to be heard over the gunshots that fly in both directions. But every time a story of hope is dropped in favour of yet another fear-inducing slogan; every time a young person is looked upon with tenuous suspicion; every time moral crusaders cheer when society gives up on a young offender. . . Rexdale endures another shot to its ever pulsating heart.

Thank you, CBC radio, for helping tell the world a different version of events.

Sincerely,
-Fabiola

Since writing this on 2009/03/11, K’naan has completely blown up as an international sensation. Kudos to him.