There’s an event in the life of every cineaste or film student that counts as one of life’s great “before” and “after” moments, and that is when one first sees The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant, a bizarre hothouse weepie featuring the emotionally entangled Sturm und Drang of a group of women, all taking place in the apartment of the eponymous anti-hero, a fashion designer with a tendency to histrionics, and a shagpile carpet so deep it threatens to swallow all comers. Sadism, masochism, emotional blackmail, blurred boundaries, acting out, psychic fugue and the perverse meanderings of ambition and desire all play out pretty much while you’re still shuffling to your seat, trying not to spill your popcorn.
Throughout two hours of Petra’s monstrous, deranged, pathetic exchanges with her mother, her unrequited love object and others, her much put-upon secretary Marlene keeps typing in the background. In the final scene, after a full crisis has transformed Petra, she tells Marlene of her shame at mistreating her, and how everything will be better from now on. At which point Marlene pulls out her little suitcase and begins packing her few things to leave and never return.
The lesson of this movie for film students is: do a STEM degree. For the mature viewer, it’s a sort of universal workbook; all human love is contained in those two hours of shagpile. For the teal movement, it might serve as a workplace training video, with a warning about how you put an office together. That’s certainly the impression one gets from the very regrettable and utterly delicious revelations in the lawsuit by activist and author Sally Rugg against her former boss, Kooyong MHR Monique Ryan.
Rugg, for those who don’t care to linger over these things during a long Saturday brunch, two coffees and lashings of buttered toast, was hired by Ryan to run her office as chief of staff, and the two seem to have become (were) friends. But Rugg began to object to the long hours being demanded of a staffer, the request to manage Ryan’s political community building, and, it seems, being walked in front of by Ryan, as well as sundry other matters. Mediation broke down, and Rugg’s demands included being reinstated in the office. Now, the case is going to court, with the reinstatement demand included. Bitter tears indeed.
This is not a great look for the teals, who ran on highly personalised campaigns, and now need to try and become normal local members while still keeping a political focus on the universal issues of climate change and biosphere destruction that they ran on. It points to the problems that arise in networked movements that draw on the knowledge class and liberal bourgeois voters, and which succeed by mobilising the individualised conscience to collective action.
The teals’ cry was “we can no longer support this with our inaction” — the “this” being the Coalition’s non-policy on climate change, and the inaction being voting Labor or Green in a seat that neither seemed able to win. The teals succeeded magnificently across the country, but they now face the challenge of back-building some sort of stable movement, or at least community network, in their seats.
The problem is that such movements gain their energy from the individualistic notion that the thing only has to be done once, and then ’tis done. The sort of individual who feels called to such a movement reaffirms the particularity of their individuality by participating in it. This plays to, and reinforces, the notion that the conscience-exercising self is something pretty special, distinct, and that its rights stem from the same moral absolute as the need to stop the planet from being destroyed.
People who join political parties don’t feel that as much. They feel it more in the Greens than they do in Labor, and more in Labor than they do in socialist parties. Labor members brief against each other to the media for factional purposes; Greens members brief against each other in somewhat atomised personal clashes. The “walking in front of me” stuff started appearing in the several internal complaints flying around the Victorian Greens over the past few years, including the classic “X looked at me in a funny way while I was giving a speech” complaint of one inner-city Greens councillor against another. (The hard-right sue each other all the time, but they’re a bunch of paranoids, whose “movement” really consists of the overlapping areas of their deranged obsessions.)
But by and large, the Greens haven’t gone to the courts to sort it out. The Rugg case represents a new level of atomisation, and a new degree of mobilisation of moral self-demand. It’s something more than mere entitlement — it’s the sense that, by pushing an office work-process breakdown to the front pages, one is actually carrying through the morality of the movement itself. Once convinced of that, one can licence oneself to any sort of mayhem in the name not only of rights, but of right.
Such claims are, of course, nonsense. Rugg is raining down the sort of blows on the teal movement that the Coalition couldn’t have landed in their dreams. This piece of intra-office lawfare is playing to every suspicion that wavering voters in their electorates might have had about such candidates, even if they voted for them. It’s the sense of a new elite, moving smoothly into a power occupied by the old Melbourne establishment, and bound up with their own soap operas. Furthermore, the claim to right — that this is about unreasonable working hours — makes the larger issues of climate change and other matters look like a mere extension of a battle of precious subjectivities.
This sort of stuff is the greatest danger the teals will face if they seek to be a social liberal movement whose life extends beyond a single term. Nothing that comes from the outside matches the internal contradictions of a movement based on the notion of individual virtue and conscience. This is exactly what happened to the Australian Democrats, which might have survived as a useful centrist force as the Greens started to rise. Instead, half a dozen senators attached unique virtue to their own ambitions and smashed their party to pieces.
There’s a very simple ethic in any progressive movement, and that is that any actions by a leader that isn’t complicit in violence should stay out of the courts, and anything that isn’t so toxic as to be corrosive to the party should be basically sucked up and moved on from. If you have any belief at all in the movement you’re working for, the moral-political onus is on the employee to take the hit.
An independent MP has the same moral-political right to demand that a staffer work a 70-hour week — even if they don’t have a legal one. We’re fighting a war against the likes of Exxon-Mobil, for God’s sake — even on the actual left, the rules we fight to establish for normal workplaces don’t apply to the core positions. If you don’t actively want to work 60 to 70 hours a week on a movement like the teals, you shouldn’t take the gig.
Whatever slack can be taken up by volunteers, there’s no substitute for one or more staffers who are just there continuously, across everything. The lesson for the teals from all this is don’t hire people like you for these jobs. The teals are to be congratulated for introducing a bill today, to tackle appointments cronyism. But that suggests, all the more, the need to mitigate as much as possible the reality and appearance of being an elite outfit.
The truth is that a lot of the infrastructure of the teal movement was old social movement types who brought with them the necessary forbearance/masochism that makes such movements possible. Some of these came from the left, and some from Indi (the Patrick Lumumba University of community independents). Political solidarity glues the left together (love sure doesn’t), and rural social solidarity grounds the Indi side of things.
The teals need to hire people for their office who kinda aren’t like them, whose idea of fun is building a supporters’ database and then using it to stage meetings across the electorate, who dress like maths teachers, who unwind by watching NCIS. If teals don’t build the strongest local organisations, if they’re not in their electorate, ready to talk to every person with a planning complaint or a concern about UFOs, they will not only be one-term members, they will render their electorates cynical about non-major-party politics.
To build a grassroots social movement, you need social movement builders at the grassroots. There’s no place in all that for the bitter tears of Sally von Won’t.
Is it the case that another way in which Rugg differs from the “normal” staffer is that many of the latter would willingly work 168 hours a week in order to build up brownie points for later securing party pre-selection? Anyway, the fact that she flew back to Melbourne while Covid-infected told me all I needed to know about the lack of any collectivist/social obligation perspective. I’d have sacked her for that alone.
Yep. Insanely selfish, politically just…Idiocy 101, etc. It would be like…well, an arch-family values loudmouth knocking up his press sec, etc.
It also showed a breathtaking failure to understand her boss.
Yes, Rugg’s covid revelation should have had her sacked snd reported to whatever currently is there to receive reports
I’m surprised more hasn’t been made out of how this could reasonably be interpreted as a reaction to the staffing cut Albo made for independent MPs – four staffers was probably too many but cutting back to one seems too much of a move in the opposite direction: give them each two.
But as The Curmudgeon said, all you need to know about Rugg is that she chose to fly while COVID+ because she “couldn’t be bothered” (quote) with isolating or driving solo. That is the acme of selfish, entitled idiocy as well as being an obvious instant sacking offence.
They actually have 5 staffers each, the cut back was from 8.
Monique Ryan is a medical specialist who only now happens to be an MP.
As an MP she has advocated passionately for a science-based approach to mitigating the spread of the most deadly disease we have seen in a century.
Then her Chief of Staff jumps on a plane whilst infected and flies home to Melbourne.
Seriously, if that’s not Sally Rugg flipping the bird at Monique Ryan, what is?
That is “game over” right there.
Second to this is Albo’s decision to cut the staff of Independents from 4 back to one.
A bastardly act from a party committed to preventing the exploitation of workers, so I get Sally was overworked…but openly trashing Mon Ryan’s commitment to the spread of infection is “next level” insubordination.
Sad to see.
Hmm. I recently worked in a job that required me to work the occasional 14-hour day (even more rarely the 24-hour day). After working those hours I was then subject to a compulsory 10-hour stand-down period. That wasn’t because the employer was feeling kindly towards their precious little snowflakes. It was because people working those long hours can be expected to, as a result of fatigue, potentially make very bad decisions.
Sally Rugg flying home while infected was a very bad decision, but she didn’t get to that point all by her lonesome.
The compulsory 10 break was something that the unions won for us. If you want to improve your work conditions (and your life), join a union.
Dear Dr Ryan,
I write to apply for the recently-vacated position as your Chief of Staff. My main qualifications are a sociopathological obsession with policy detail and consensual, problem-solving political engagement, with a particular focus on facilitating practicable energy transition contributions at the individual and community level; the absence of any personal social life whatsoever; a demonstrated appetite (as, currently, a night shift disability care worker) for long hours at modest pay scales; and a visceral aversion to any kind of public limelight or profile. While I am proficient and experienced across all forms of social media (and competent in the full suite of Adobe communications softwares), I do not currently participate in online public conversations at all beyond occasional, always very brief and polite, contributions to an obscure political website of very little public profile and certainly no political consequence, and can otherwise offer your team a forty year employment history of working very quietly and very invisibly within a diverse variety of workplace environments and office teams, subjugating one’s own self for the greater good. Regarding personal political ambitions, I can assure you there will be no complications of competing ego or ambition. My most recent public political activity was running as an Independent candidate for my local Council, a bracing, doomed exercise which served to confirm my sense that while the future of democracy surely lies with post-party representatives such as you and your Teal colleagues, not all who wish to serve are suitable nowadays to be called.
On that point, Dr Ryan: as my potential future employer, doubtless now hyper-alert to the need for truly heroic fanaticism in your due diligence in these matters, among my potential unsuitabilities for the role – which professional integrity demands I highlight – is my long-term domiciled status in Balmain, Sydney. While logistically problematic, I do not believe this should prove any insurmountable obstacle. I would for example be willing to enter a legally-binding undertaking not to fly while medically unfit, or conduct myself in any inanely idiotic arrogant selfish public manner otherwise likely to take precious, limited political skin off you, and hand your opponents a cheap king hit. In any case, I suggest that in this era of virtual politics – indeed, as inherent in the nation-wide success of the Teals ‘meta-campaign’ so skillfully managed by your departing CoS (and your Courtly svengali)! – one’s capacity for ‘community engagement’ is now only tenuously linked to one’s ‘actual’ geographical location. On the matter of specific familiarity with your electorate, I have a muso brother who lives in Northcote and used to work for Darebin Council as an environmental umpire, giving me what I believe is an excellent insight into the nuances of the newly prosperous, grassroots bienpensant voter down there in Melbourne; indeed in all of the nation’s privileged electorates, from Brunswick to Byron, from Swanbourne to Spring Hill! More pertinently, these days Balmain differs only marginally from Kooyong (in a politically demographic sense), that being in the extent to which voters here must work hard to conceal their wealth by ostentatiously embracing superficially ‘progressive’ political postures and fads that won’t hurt their own fiscal bottom line. As a resident here for over two debades, Dr Ryan, I can reassure you I am well practised and highly adroit in the art of flattering those who ‘vote Left and bank Right‘, as they say! (This is of course the ‘home’ of the True Believers! If you think it’s a tricky gig hoovering up the filthy rich Lefty vote around Balwyn, Doc, come and pitch a Teal campaign in Birchy some time!)
Dr Ryan, other potential drawbacks of you employing me as your Chief of Staff are of course that I am a 58 year old white Ango-Saxon man, of a fairly socially conservative disposition and with a generally heteronormative gender and sexual history (except for that one time at Norton’s Pub while a RAAF cadet at Melbourne Uni. And a couple of years working boats around the Greek Islands, which doesn’t count, ‘coz those olive lithsome gods are just so beautiful…ahem). This vanilla/Teal conflict-of-image not-with-standing – given the vital importance of maintaining your appeal to the widest possible diversity of electorates, as established by the predecessor in this role) – I advise that would be willing to wear a dress and lipstick as community engagement functions might warrant, and during election campaigns would consider in helpful sleeping with a Hemsworth (provided the office paid for flowers, dinner and drinks first).
Dr Ryan, thank you for considering my application. May I summarise by wishing you the best politically going forward, regardless of whether or not I join your team, and assure you – and anyone lucky enough to be doing this kind of job – that I would happily work for you, and what the Teals are trying to achieve…20 hours a day, 7 days a week, for $65K a year.
And consider it an enormous privilege.
Yrs, etc
PS: Pssst…Mon: I also have some really really sh*thot ancient dirt on Josh. In writing. Just saying.
Your best to date.
As the young people would say, I’m DED.
Dear Mr Robertson,
Thank you for your application. Neither your age, nor your Balmainian domicile are an issue. Your heteronormatity is neither a plus nor a minus and what you got up to in Greece is, well, ancient history. (Though that Hemsworth thing makes me wonder if you aren’t still just a little bit of an Adonis fan.)
However, as well qualified as you are, this time I’m going for experience. I want a cross between the execrable Malcolm Tucker (from “The Thick of It”) and that lovely Sean Kelly from the Nine Newspapers who used to advise Julia Gillard and Kevin Rudd. (If he could work
with Pink Batt Kev, I’d be a breeze.)
You see, I need someone who’s been there and done that. Who has the contacts, knows all the shortcuts and hacks. Someone who carries a sack full of world-weariness, who knocks back a Heathcote red more from habit than for appreciation. Someone that despises the game, but just can’t stop playing it. Someone who’d rather work a seventy-hour week than confront the reality of their own existence and look into the abyss.
Do keep fighting the good fight, Jack, but you aren’t the right fit for the job this time. And no need to pass on the dirt
about Josh. We Teals like to do politics differently. We mean that.
Yours
Dr M
Oops – that should have been “heteronormalcy”
🙂 🙂
…another bullet dodged…!
‘who knocks back a Heathcote red more from habit than for appreciation.’ this had me in stitches, Doc, while this:
‘rather work a seventy-hour week than confront the reality of their own existence and look into the abyss.’
it was more, tender tears. they really are the good guys, these anonymous backroom grinders, do-ers & stayers. whatever their stripe.
I love that too
You’d better tell her what “soft pap prog” means, especially the “pap” bit, otherwise she might take it as an insult. You haven’t yet explained it to us, your dearest pals.
While the juvenile intent needs no translation, readers are probably familiar with a somewhat more contemporary version like “weaksauce” or “weak tea” – or just “woke”, since that seems to be a pretty versatile word at the moment.
yah ‘woke’ is dead as a dodo now
Soft Pap Prog
/sɒft/ /pap/ /prɒɡ/
Noun: GENTLY, GOADINGLY DEROGATORY • coll. ORIG. unknown
A well-meaning person of relatively privileged levels of education, sentient eloquence and material comfort who expresses their generally decent and authentic instinct for nominally progressive political engagement in overwhelmingly undemanding, immaterial ways, especially those involving highly visible, transiently fashionable political self-portraits that convey a low-cost, facsimile solidarity with a prevailing progressive orthodoxy.
Usage
1. Coming out of another urgent clarion call to action at the Wheeler Centre, the soft pap prog managed to jump the queue for a selfie with Tim Flannery, which had collected a satisfying 44 thumbs up on Facebook even before she’d started the XB7 to pick up Charli and Freya from the PLC Climate Change Students Strike down at Spring Street.
2. ‘OMG is this original?’ cooed the soft pap prog neo-firebrand, his rainbow lip plate flapping slightly in the Glebe Market breeze as he cradled the pristine It’s Time tee, still snugly folded in its Chinese import plastic. ‘Better – it’s ironic,’ crooned the diamond geezer, reaching confidently for the FPOS. “Forty-five the one, three for a flat hundred.”
3. Imprisoned in his pathetic prison of political frustration, wordy impotence, growing self-loathing and an agonising, ever-boundless love and hope for his fellow man, the soft pap prog rolled another Drum, poured one last Bundy, and, with the stakes ever-rising, weighed up whether or not the Mods would let ‘c—t’ slip through, this time around…
especially the “pap” bit,
linguistically, verb-wise…one’s agency, of course, ‘paps‘ a self-portrait, in this post-celebrity age…
What a hoot! Well done Jacko. Nailed the demographic and psychographic details of the politerati.
But…
How very dare you say this of our Crikey?
I love that
Hammer, meet nail!
This ridiculous court case has had me worried, and I think you nailed it here Guy.
If Rugg can’t work the hours, which are a norm for the “industry”, a simple resignation and replacement would be the best outcome for all concerned.
i imagine she was well-remunerated for her trouble.
$160K package. Plus all the endless ‘fiscal mis en scene’ sh*t the ‘Knowledge Classes’ just take as a base level ‘entitlement’ these days. ie you never pay for cabs, stationery, newspapers, mag, TV subs…you surf all the bulk discounted buy-ins…you’re value-adding to your networked, marketable ‘KC brand’ every working day of your life…
and..the job itself. The real point is…foir this rarified ‘class’…it’s not even work in the first place, is it. They’re doing what they love, what they want. ‘Self-actualisation’, on the taxpayer dime.
Sally Rugg’s (et al) ‘Idea of Hell’ is to wake up one day stuck in…your or my or Joe/Jane Sh*tkicker down the road’s job. Actual…work.
These people do not know how privileged they are. Mefinx, though, lots of ’em are gunna find out in the next few years.