On SOPA, PIPA and Hypocrisy

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So it’s old news by now that SOPA (Stop Online Piracy Act) and PIPA (Protect Intellectual Property Act) have been withdrawn. And all through the world, individuals have cheered their enthusiasm, noting, I guess, that the system “works.” I can’t argue the ins and outs of SOPA and PIPA. I know the meanings behind them and I understand the rationale, if not the minutiae. So I won’t bore you with my ruminating on the merits or demerits (is that a thing?) of SOPA and PIPA.

What I will do, however, is talk about how alarming it is that the main players involved were massive, billion dollar organizations whose entire interest is to protect their monopolies and their profits. Oh sure, they acted like they were concerned with the little guy–the average Facebook user and Google searcher. But they’re not. And I’m not just aiming my guns at those who wanted to see SOPA and PIPA dismantled, I’m talking about those in favour of the acts, too.

Because at the end of the day, all the people cheered that Google and Facebook managed to get that big, bad old SOPA law withdrawn, but what seems to have been lost in all of this is that these organizations actually said very little of use. Terms such as “oppressive regime” and “pro-Internet” aren’t all that useful to me in this debate. Nor is the organizations’ stated desire to protect “Freedom of expression.” Because I find it very hard to believe that Google and Facebook care all that much about freedom of expression, unless it negatively affects them, which means that I don’t trust them when they say that my “freedom of expression” is at stake.

Disgusting acts of censorship have occurred in favour of SOPA and PIPA, despite those who wanted the acts withdrawn saying they were against censorship–I’m speaking here of the boycott of GoDaddy that resulted in the organization withdrawing its support of SOPA (read about it here). Because nothing says “Pro-Internet” quite like having organizations planning a “Leave GoDaddy Day” and threatening to move more 1,000 domains from the site after GoDaddy stated its support of SOPA and PIPA. Yup. That SCREAMS pro-Internet/anti-censorship to me.

Facebook is against the censorship of the Internet but famously, has been accused of censoring the photos of women breastfeeding and not only removing the photos but freezing the accounts of said women. (You can read an excellent article by Anne Douglas on this situation here.)

We are once again stuck in a world where it’s us versus them, pro-Internet versus anti-Internet, and that’s a terrible, terrible place to be.

But don’t worry, I’m not letting those in favour of SOPA and PIPA off the hook. Because the public face of “anti-piracy” and “copyright protection” was none other than Hollywood, including the studios, those magnificent bastions of copyright protection and digital rights enforcement. Assuming, of course, that you’ve completely forgotten the dark ages of television, around 2007-2008, when the writers’ strike lasted for over three months (a particularly terrible time in history that I refer to as “My Depression”). Remember what the big issue was? That’s right, writers wanted to be paid for the digital rights to their works. And big business Hollywood studios DIDN’T WANT TO PAY. (According to an article by the AP, prior to the writers strike, writers received approximately 3 cents on a DVD that sells for $20. Following the strike, the writers now make 3.5 cents on the same DVD. I kid, of course. Obviously, they wound up with 2 cents per DVD.)

You might be tempted to argue that Hollywood studios, by virtue of protecting copyright and its royalties, would have more money and therefore pay writers more, but then I would be tempted to call you the most naive person on the planet (and I would have to resist the urge to kick you in the shins). Because Hollywood doesn’t care about its writers’ copyright or about paying them fairly. It, like Google, Facebook and everyone else, wants to protect its own profits.

And so I, as an outsider and a writer, am left to wonder who the hell actually cares about protecting the little guy’s rights. Because I am damned sure positive that none of the players publicly involved in the garbage over the past few days give so much as a tiny rat’s behind about my rights or the rights of the person next to me (and I speak here about writers in general, since very few American lawmakers or companies care even a sliver about a Canadian, let alone a Canadian writer). But I don’t really want to speak out about the issues involved because I’ll be accused of being greedy, or selfish or anti-Internet or in league with the pirates, depending on which stance I take.

SOPA and PIPA should have been a time to have meaningful debate and discussion about the nature of copyright, the ways to go about protecting copyright and what the organizations’ responsibilities are in doing so. Instead, the debate was framed by large organizations with a vested interested in downing (or protecting) SOPA and PIPA not because the rules where inherently fair or unfair but because the rules negatively affected those organizations that have a monopoly. The “debate” that occurred involved use of stupid, marginalizing rhetoric on both sides that did nothing to further discussion or highlight the real issues, which made it almost impossible for people with actual, intelligent things to say–from both sides of the debate–to participate. And that makes me sad.

At the end of the day, the withdrawal of SOPA and PIPA was not necessarily a victory for the Internet or for the average Internet user. It was a victory for Google, Facebook, Wikipedia and all the other big organizations that wanted it withdrawn. That’s it. And if we learn nothing meaningful from this experience, then how can we expect it be any better the next time around? Will the rule of thumb when creating Internet copyright law simply be, “Don’t piss off Facebook and Google?” Will they ever come up with meaningful legislation if honest discussion can’t be had?

Anyone have any thoughts? I’d actually like to hear from both sides on this–not the big business sides, but the little guys–and what their honest thoughts are about SOPA, PIPA and copyright on the Internet. I’m genuinely interested in what people on both sides have to say. Really. Just leave the name-calling out of it, please (and I promise not to call you naive, or kick you in the shins).

I’m a Writer So I Must Be Grateful

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(Note: If you don’t feel like hearing me whine, you probably shouldn’t bother with this post. Because it’s January 10 and I’m about to get whiny on you.)

Picture it: A visit with a friend. She complains about some problems with her boss or a project she can’t complete. When it’s your turn to complain (that’s how these conversations usually work) you say, “Yeah, one of my clients owes me a lot of money and is refusing to pay.” She then responds with, “Yes, but at least you get to work from home,” (usually with a withering stare, because there is no other kind of stare).

I know it’s not just writers who get this response (I bet freelance graphic designers do, too), but since I’ve been a writer, I’ve noticed it a lot more. Whenever writers complain about our career someone points out that we work from home, as though a) we’re three-year-olds who must be reminded to be grateful no matter what and b) because we work from home, our situation will never be as be as bad as anyone else’s.

Every career (note that I wrote “career,” not “job”) has its good and bad points. Maybe the job is dull but the benefits package is amazing. Maybe the pay isn’t great but the work is fun. Maybe the job is rewarding and pays well but the commute takes approximately 37 hours each way. Whatever the case, when my friends complain about their job I don’t feel the need to point out why they should be grateful for their job. I let them complain. Why? Because every career has its crappy moments. And the good things aren’t relevant in a moment when someone wants to vent about having a bad day.

What I’m disgusted about, though, is how my behaviour has changed. When I want to vent about something bad in my career, I automatically start by pointing out how grateful I am to work from home. “Don’t get me wrong,” I’ll say. “I’m eternally grateful to be able to work from home all day, but I’m burned out because my client keep requesting changes to one project and I’ve worked the last 17,000 hours in a row with no sleep.” As though I need to apologize ahead of time for my career having its good points.

I don’t expect this from others. When a teacher friend (just as an example, not because I’m targeting teachers) has a bad day, I don’t expect her to say, “Yup, I’m lucky because I have a pension.” Why? Because it’s not relevant to a discussion about a student who keeps plagiarizing essays, or an administration who pulls staff out of classrooms to tell them what a bad job they’re doing. In that moment, all the teacher wants to do is let off her frustrations (and believe me, teachers face many, many frustrations).

Can we agree that everyone recognizes the good things about their careers and are grateful for them, and then just let others vent as they need to without pointing out the bright side?

Just because I work from home doesn’t make it okay when a client refuses to pay me or needs a rush on a job but doesn’t want to pay extra or yet another publication wants to take all my rights without any compensation. I wouldn’t write to a non-paying client saying, “Hey, you owe me about $1,000, but no worries. I work from home. So I’m pretty grateful for that.”

And when I say that I had to take two days off work this week to rush to the vet, I don’t need to hear how lucky I am that I can set my own hours and take time off mid-week, as though I work one hour a day and spend the other 10 hours sitting on the beach, drinking martinis and discussing how difficult it is to find good help these days.

When people say, “Well, you chose that career,” it’s as though I were the only person in the world to choose a career and everyone else just had their career forced on them by magical fairies who came down and popped the “career sorting hat” on their heads, thereby giving them no choice in the matter. I am not the only person who chose her career and I am not the only person who, despite the positives in her career, needs to vent about it once in a while.

So for all you writers out there, be aware that you will likely face reactions like that when you complain about your work. Maybe it won’t bother you the way it bothers me. Maybe I’m just overly sensitive to it. Or maybe I’m just not grateful enough.

A Writer’s Resolutions for 2012

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I, [insert name here], being of reasonably sound mind and body, or at least as sound as a freelance writer can be, hereby make the following resolutions at the start of 2012. These resolutions are in effect until December, 2012, or until the point at which the resolutions become inconvenient, probably around January 15 (please note that this preamble is similar, if not identical, to the preamble of my 2011 resolutions. I may be a writer, but that is no reason to reinvent the wheel each time January 1 rolls around. Also, these resolutions will be different because last year’s were what some professionals might call a colossal disaster in that I failed on all resolutions, especially the ones about the voodoo dolls.)

1. I resolve to spend less time on Twitter, Facebook and other social media sites. I know I resolved this last year, too. But this year I really, really mean it AND I have a plan to implement it. The plan is that I can only visit those pages at the end of my work day, or when I have to post about my blog. Or when I have something to say. Or when I’m a bit bored. Or when I’ve just finished an article and need to reward myself. Or when I have a suspicion that someone I know said something valuable or linked to something important. Or when I need to procrastinate.

2. I resolve to stop resolving to take some weekends off, because all it does is cause me a great deal of guilt and cognitive dissonance when I wind up working every weekend anyhow. So instead, I’ll resolve that I’ll do the minimum amount possible on my weekends. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll get one full weekend in which I don’t turn on my computer or check my Blackberry (even as I write this I know it’s highly unlikely, but a gal can dream.)

3. I resolve that at some point in the next twelve months I will take some vacation time (and time off to attend conferences doesn’t count). There is a good chance that my vacation time will actually just be that one weekend that I don’t turn on my computer. I also resolve to periodically check the prices of trips to Hawaii, Mexico and other exotic locations with the hope that doing so will trick me into thinking I’m about to take a vacation, which may be almost as good as actually taking a vacation. Maybe my brain will see pictures of Hawaii and think, “Hey, that looks good. It’s almost as if I’m there. In fact, I feel completely relaxed right now, as though I were on a beach in Hawaii. I’m practically drinking cocktails by the ocean. I haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time.” Then, when I go out in public, people will say things to me, like, “Did you just get back from vacation, you look really relaxed right now, as though you could fall asleep at any moment on account of your being so relaxed.” (Note: in this case, I accept that there is a fine line between how I look when I am very relaxed and how I look when I am exhausted.)

4. I resolve to actually write a book. Like, a real book. That people will read and also maybe pay for, thereby making me money. If said book is written, I vow to make it so my book tour includes a week in Hawaii. On the beach. Maybe my book should be about Hawaii beaches, so I can just sit on the beach and call it “research.” This may be my best resolution ever.

5. I resolve not to have a temper tantrum every time someone from a reality show publishes a book, because these temper tantrums are not good for my blood pressure and they make me look ridiculous. Instead, I will work on getting my own reality show, based on the life of a freelance writer who has cats that are both high-maintenance and hilarious. “This week on The Writer’s Life, Heidi faces a dilemma when one of her cats discovers the cure for cancer but Heidi has a deadline for an article about llama marriages. Will she get a deadline extension? Will cancer be cured? Will Snooki sabotage the llama marriage?” There will be one episode devoted entirely to counting how many times the cats cross my desk between me and my computer and accidentally press buttons on the keyboard while doing so.

6. I resolve to spend less time thinking about how awesome the reality show based on my writing career would be–and planning out each episode–and spend that time doing actual work. But seriously, an episode based on things my cats accidentally type on my computer would not only be mind-blowingly awesome, it would also be hilarious and, I think, highly insightful. It would really enlighten people about what the lives of writers’ cats are like, and I refuse to believe it would be any less interesting than watching people drive their trucks across ice.

7. I resolve to leave my office more frequently and get out into the real world, mainly so I can prove it does still exist. Because what’s the point of writing if the audience no longer exists?

And finally, I resolve to have more fun, make people laugh, worry less, clean more (but not a lot more, cause that would completely contradict that “have more fun” thing I wrote earlier), not procrastinate, be more kind and win the lottery. These all seem not only reasonable, but highly likely and actually inevitable. Especially that “win the lottery” thing. This year is definitely my year.

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