TV Daredevil's Kingpin: based and Abundance-pilled?

Apparently no one is discussing the fact that Kingpin--in the new, Daredevil: Born Again tv series--absolutely listens to Ezra Klein. This man craves Abundance. He loves New York. He hates red tape. His favorite mayor is La Guardia*. A lot of the early episodes are spent on the writers of the show using Kingpin to point out the bonkers nonsense of city planning bureaucracy. Episode 4 (it's literally titled "Sic Semper Systema") features an extended scene of Kingpin standing in the rubble of an industrialized area excitedly describing--with the help of a model mock-up--a revitalized area: beautiful, bustling, a demonstration of dedication to the growth of the city he loves more than anything (but his wife)! There is then a discussion between him and his political-insider assistant where she has to explain to him how, um, actually you can't just start making nice things. You have to do X first. "Let's do that!" he says. Ooof, well, actually, you can't do that until you do Y. "Let's do that!" he says. You can imagine how many times she has to "well, actually" him. It's so many times. Each step sounding more absurd (but 100% actually true) than the last. Despite it all, he agrees to start at the first point, which is to, roughly (I watched this last night and don't have the quote), post a public notice that you are thinking about doing a project. (See also: the whole pothole scene in episode 3 or 4. You know the one.)

We have not finished the season. I can only imagine how much he will not be following the rules by episode 9. 

Now, I don't think it's crazy to assume he starts killing people again--or at least indulging in the breaking of assorted kneecaps--and that's not very neo-Liberal YIMBY behavior. Don't think Ezra would be super into violence as a method of promoting abundance. But! I do think it's very interesting that we have a show featuring a man who is trying to reform both himself and his city, and it will absolutely be red tape that drives this man insane. Imagine how great New York would be if you didn't have to conduct a site survey after every public meeting where one person who doesn't want their view obstructed by stalling jobs and housing for hundreds of people by Y E A R S. 

Do I have opinions on development? Yes. Are they nuanced? I don't know. What is nuance anymore? But I'm basically an Abundance-pilled YIMBY. Do I think it would be cool for new buildings to match the historic vibes of the neighborhood they are built in? Yes. I'm pretty sure you could make the facade of a building look good for very few dollars, and it would make people who like the architectural identity of their neighborhood feel better, and it would let the people who live in the buildings feel like they get to live somewhere nice, too. There's no reason a triplex has to look like ass. Trim and paint exist. You're already using them. Pick slightly better ones. Problem solved. 

Oh, ALSO. You will not stop people from owning cars by building apartments with no garage. Portland is not Amsterdam. It's an American city. People still have to commute to work and school. You will make life worse for everyone in the neighborhood.

Me and Kingpin and Ezra Klein. Abundance, bitches.

*I didn't know anything about La Guardia until I looked him up on wikipedia this morning. Wow. Highly recommend taking a peep at that page.

declutter like a mom who just read about Swedish Death Cleaning and is now obsessed with making you decide which things you want to have when she dies in 30+ years

Like a gazillion other people in the northern hemisphere, I'm in "spring cleaning" mode. One teetering step from it, more accurately. While many are purging their closets and junk drawers and pantries, I am reading articles and blog posts, hoping they can push me over the edge of my painful limbo of procrastination and into their world of sparkling fulfillment. Ten Weird Tricks to Give Away All of Your Dead Grandmother's China and Not Feel Even a Little Sad About It! Decluttering Is *Actually* As Fun As Disneyland! Make Your Japandi Dreams Come True By Creating a Capsule Wardrobe! Just Throw Things Into the Trash, Coward.

Please, O People who Professionally Organize, I want my living room to feel cozy, my kitchen to be organized, my bathroom to be clean, my laundry to blah blah yard blah basement blahhhhh, etc! I want to enter any room in my house and feel relaxed and/or rejuvenated! And, oh, how my hands yearn to pick things up and put them down again--possibly back into the exact same space, but also possibly into a box! Or put them in a different room that I will clean later but can ignore for now!

So what is stopping my grubby little gremlin hands from picking through my belongings like I'm my own heir? Why, I'll tell you! There are both literal and figurative obstacles in my way! Each obstacle adds like 20 lbs of emotional labor. Example: I need boxes and bags to put things in. This means I must find boxes and bags. It *also* means that I must consider the fact that the bags and boxes will need to go somewhere until I can donate them--or put them a different place until the yard sale at my parents' house in June. Emotional lifting calculation: find boxes, 20 lbs; put boxes in either place 1 or 2, depending, 40 lbs; Is that all? That seems doable! WHY, NO, FRIEND. No, my living room is currently overpopulated with things that are for actual projects. I have three huge rolls of reed fencing for the front yard that I need to put up, a few huge boxes containing the parts of a new toilet*, and a disassembled air purifier waiting for the new filters that were scheduled to be delivered yesterday. Having to even think about this: 1000000000 lbs. 

Is that all? Because that seems difficult but surmountable! Goodness gracious, no, because now we get to the good stuff; the raw, emotional shit that HGTV eats up like a raccoon who pried the lid off a restaurant dumpster. 

I look at my bookcases and have an identity crisis. 

one of the two living room bookcases & "my office" art corner
in the name of journalistic integrity, I did no zhuzhing for this photo

Sure, there are many books I will never read again. And, yes, there are a couple I have not read. And yes, you got me, there are books that I found mediocre but look good on my shelves (demonstrating my bona fides, as it were). I'm a "book person." I went to school for six years to study books. So when I think about really going for it and trimming the proverbial fat, I picture the end result: the formerly overflowing built-in shelves now awkwardly blemished by empty spaces, books slumping diagonally, the whole scene giving off an air of successful public library/personal embarrassment. How can I be expected to enjoy a more dust-free, well-organized home when both id and ego crave the limited floor space and intellectual superiority of a secondhand bookstore? It's simply not fair!

Obviously, it will be good to go through everything. I don't need a coffee table book about Hamilton (the musical),** or two copies of Midnight in Chernobyl,*** or any copies of Asterios Polyp.**** But what if I wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night because I realize I gave away something truly special--like the copy of Geek Love that was signed with a really lovely personal note from Katherine Dunn after I had her as a workshop professor, which got lost in a donation pile right before our move from the UK back to Portland in 2015 (I will never get over this. Someone in Oxford has this book on their shelf right now)? What if I give away one of my random issues of Granta only to find out a year from now that it has a poem in it I've been looking for, and because Granta is a lit mag and not a book that can be reprinted or downloaded as an ebook, it now costs a bajillion dollars and no one is selling it and I can never read that poem again? I told you the emotional lifting was going to be bonkers. How many pounds are we up to? I've intentionally lost count.

Some people are good at purging. I am the person who does a purge and then laments (seriously, forever) donating that pair of cyan pedal pushers or the amazing Jurassic Park t-shirt from Primark. Do I want to end up hoarding "but what if...?" treasures, screaming "MY PRECIOUS!!!!!", Smeagol-style, every time I take a box of sweaters and old dishes to Goodwill? I do not want to do that. I do not want to be a weird cave-dwelling eel hobbit. I want people to come into my house and think "Wow, this is very cozy!" and "The overall decor does low-key suggest a witch might live here, but, like, the nice kind!" and "This gal probably makes a delicious and hearty vegetable soup!'" and "The person who owns this house has very aesthetic and well-curated bookshelves!" So if Martha Stewart or The Spruce or Apartment Therapy could write an encouraging post or two on how to declutter if you're a cottagecore queen with 1960s suburban mom levels of anxiety, that might actually be helpful. 

If I figure it out before they do, I'll let you know. 

*This should be taken care of tomorrow! ...BUT WHERE WILL THE OLD TOILET GO??? Until we take it to the dump, that is, because I don't think it's worth donating. We wouldn't have bought a new toilet if it was. It will probably live in the backyard until we can do a dump run, which we need to do, because there's a lot of post-home improvement related trash in our backyard. In fact, this will bring the number of defunct toilets in our backyard to two. Classy.

** Why do I have this?? I can tell you with 100% certainty that I did not buy this, but I doubt whoever gave it to me is going to come over, look around my house, and wonder "hey, what did she do with that 5000000 page coffee table book about the hit musical Hamilton?"

***My grandpa sent me a copy because he liked it so much! I already had a copy at home, though, so now I have two. It's a really good book, btw. Highly recommend.

****One of those "bona fides" books I mentioned. I thought it was way more mediocre than everyone else I know who read it, but having it on my shelf demonstrates that I did read it when it came out, and I have an opinion about it, which could be important if you're having literary types over to your house. But I don't have people over to my house, so why do I feel the need to keep it?? Aside: no shade if you liked it. I will generally not shame a person for their taste in books. 

tv thoughts

Has anyone written a thesis/monograph/treatise/very good blog post on the relationships of fathers and sons in good television? Because it seems like there are very few exceptions--especially when the show is from the POV of the son--to the Dysfunctional Relationship rule. Doesn't matter if it's a comedy or a drama. It's the Year of Our Lord 2025, guys! It's not just Boomers and Xers making TV! Millennials, are we ok?? And will Zedders, too, fall victim to the Is It Even Possible for Adult Sons to Have Good Relationships With Their Fathers problem? Or will they break the cycle?! And are father/son relationships actually usually very complicated?? Or do complicated relationships just happen to Venn diagram real well with guys who end up in writers rooms? I don't know, as I am not a son, nor have I ever been in a tv writers room. For the sake of equality, when will moms get the chance to be villains?*

 
Fathers & daughters is also interesting, because--unless the girl is a teen who hates both parents, generally--those tend to be Functional (dare I say Good?) Relationships. This, I have both observed and can speak to from experience.

*(Without the implications or literal conveyance of mental illness being the cause. Because I guess mothers can only be bad if they are extremely mentally ill and unmedicated? This seems like both a compliment and a deep insult. Like you can be mentally ill and a good mom, but you can't be a bad mom without mental illness. Or you can be a shitty stepmom, I guess, but that tends to come with additional Father Issues, or is a Result of Misunderstanding/Lack of Communication and she's not actually bad. I think I'm getting off topic. My proposed focus of research was specifically Fathers, not Parents! Parents introduce far too many variables.) 

(And, yes, I'm sure you can do a great job and list some tv shows where these rules do not apply, bully for you, but I maintain that well done tv overwhelmingly falls into these categories.)

(One last thought, though: Taken ((or something in that vein. I've never seen Taken, so I'm going off vibes here)), but starring a woman. My dad would absolutely do everything to find me, no question, but mom would go full mid-winter mama bear. Dad's distracting the kidnappers with metaphorical flares, á la Jeff Goldblum in Jurassic Park, while mom is absolutely John Wicking it around town. Dramatic version, based on my parents: dad played by Kyle Maclachlin, mom played by Molly Ringwald. Comedic version: Steve Carell, and... Actually, you know who I think would be great? Marisa Tomei. She does funny + extremely competent really well, and she's only 5'3"! My mom is 5' tall, and maintaining her shortness is v important in comedy.

(ACTUAL last thought: Yes, I could google this to see if someone has written about it. In fact, I will probably do that right after I post this. Will I be satisfied by what I find? It's possible, but unlikely. And yet, I will do it, because I can tell that's what you're about to do, and I don't want the grumps of the bunch finding me and telling me that there is actually a paper and that I'm so dumb because I could have just googled it. I know I can google it. But if I had googled it before writing this, I probably wouldn't have written this, and you who are the grumps would not have had the chance to think to yourself "Hm, that's interesting." Instead, you'd be reading the ten-page research paper/lit review I would have been compelled to write. So I hope you appreciate this wonderful gift I have given you. Though it be not the gift of knowledge, per say, it is surely the gift of inquiry.) <You turn your head to look up from your computer, but I have vanished. After a moment of bewilderment, you nod appreciatively. Such wisdom, such grace. "Yeah," you say aloud. "I should write more blog posts before researching them at all. Thanks, Czuba--you've done it again." I pop back out of thin air and make sure to clarify that, actually, you usually SHOULD do research before saying anything. Like, no hot takes. Don't do that. Only nice, cold takes. Things that are mildly interesting, at best. Seriously. "Got it." We high-five. I disappear again. "You've done it again, again, Czuba" Yes, my child. I have done it again, again.>