Among the conversations I’ve had with and the articles I’ve read by anarchists, there appears to be a general consensus that opposition to hierarchy is a requirement of a stateless society. This has always struck me as at best naive utopianism and at worst consigning modern society to the maintenance of the state and its artificial hierarchies and order. Now I’ve previously written about hierarchy and its role in anarchy, so I’m not focusing so much on its role as I am on its moral foundation and its necessity within a society.

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I would like to pay homage to the Heroes of Daily Life, the Organisers, the Checklist Managers, the Taxi Drivers, the Late Night Cooks, the Early Morning Encouragers, The Caregivers. Without you and your effort and dedication to causes that are not your own, and the loss of personal time you suffer, the world would not advance.
I wonder how some people become experts on anything in this life. How do they find the time? As far as I know, to excel at something you must invest time and effort, probably years. Meanwhile, if you are an average human with no huge bank account, you need to do things like cook, clean, shop, run errands. If you are busy achieving your goals, you will have to have what is known as a ‘support system’.
That means, in ordinary language, that someone will have to do for…

When You Walk in My Shoes

Lately there have been a lot of posts on social media criticising people who take their elderly relatives to a nursing home. It is widely believed (at least here in Spain) that it is because of the selfishness and lack of appreciation towards the older generation. While it may sometimes be the case, it is not for the most part true.

I know many people, including myself, who care for their elderly but there comes a time when they need more care and support than you could give them at home, whether it’s yours or theirs. In certain situations, it can be toxic for both the person and the family and cause friction and all sorts of difficulties. Another thing is the cost of it, both financial and emotional or psychological. No one who hasn’t been through it, it seems, grasps the feelings of…

What if you were a small town peasant, born out of marriage, at a time when being an illegitimate offspring was the same as having been born to a prostitute with ties to the devil?  What if you jumped on a train and moved to the big city and became an actress, at a time when being an actress meant that you were – pure and simple – a prostitute… but, you don’t care about that anymore, because you come from a town where you were doomed to be a prostitute WITH ties to the Devil, anyway? What if you made it in the big city and met this charismatic-socialist-well spoken-handsome man with the destiny of a world leader?  Well… I bet in those circumstances, by that time, you would have the balls to slip a piece of paper with your phone number and  insinuate your availability for a tete-a-tete…