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Why do doctors work such crazy hours when they should know better than anyone how unhealthy and risky that can be?It is part of their culture, or more correctly, subculture. Watching them closely while making clinical software, I could see they choose to do this to themselves. It is a little point of pride and one more story in the "we're special and different from you" book of M(inor) D(eity). Recall that, preventable medical errors are the 3rd most common cause of death in the US, after heart disease (600,000) and cancer (580,000). Tired, rushed doctors kill *400,000 people per year. Compare that to 88,000 for alcohol, 33,000 for automobiles and 32,000 for firearms. One out of three hospital patients will encounter an error. Imagine if banks or airlines had those error rates. Of the top ten nations with the best medical care, the US is not even on the list, at #11. In that group, we're last in access, least efficient, dead last in equity of care and length of healthy life. We are number 1 in price, paying about double for our poorer care, compared to the top 10 of the UK, Switzerland, Sweden, Australia, Germany, the Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway, France and Canada, in that order. BTW, the UK, at #1, has about 11,000 deaths per year from preventable medical errors. All of the top nations have universal healthcare systems. All of them. Sadly, here the noisy, under informed rank and file equate national health with communism and so have a visceral negative reaction to the idea. In reality, national health would make our nation more business friendly and attract jobs. Ballooning healthcare costs are a serious burden to companies both large and small. Working to a frequent state of exhaustion, by a group that makes life and death decisions and should certainly know better, is not justifiable. This is one tradition that should go out with blood letting and not washing hands between patients. I've watched a zoned out doctor plug the Insure feeding fluid into a chest drain tube, instead of a feeding tube. This kind of thing is the definition of preventable.*Note, some professional organizations list fatal errors at one tenth to one fifth of this number (44,000 to 98,000) but base their numbers on an automated review of discharge codes. A review of actual patient charts shows many more errors, as indicated by this number.
What are harsh realities daycare and preschool providers tend to not tell parents?My wife and I opened a Drop-In Day care in 2012 and ran it for three years. The real dirty secrets are what YOU do that we know. We know how you treat your kid(s). We know what you say and how you act when you say it. We know this because we see them imitate you with other kids. When a toddler puts his hands on his hips, wags a finger in another kid's face and says "you better straighten up or I'm'onna slap the shit outta you..." Well, we have a pretty good feeling she didn't learn that from My Little Pony. Another harsh reality is that we can see how you create the exact behavior you don't want: mom comes to pick up, "come on Junior, time to go." Then she starts chatting up the staff. A few minutes later "Junior! Let's go! Ugh! He never listens!" And continues chatting. A few minutes later "Junior.... Time to go." Junior (wisely) ignores mom, since mom has trained him to do that. It's happening right in front of our face right now, mom!For bonus points, mom gets frustrated and goes over to Junior to pick him up and carry him out. Junior runs! What a fun game! Catch me mommy! Haha! (For future reference: No. Stop. Junior come here. No? 'Ok, I'm leaving. Have fun.' Don't stop. Don't turn around. Don't wait. As soon as Junior believes that you really will leave, he will come sprinting. Now do it consistently, so Junior knows you always mean it).Man, other favorite is the "I'm going to count to one... You better do what I say Johnny....Two... Johnny...come on...Two and a half... Two and three quarters... Two and seven eighths... Johnny don't make me get to three! Two and fifteen sixteenths..." I learned this very important lesson via dog training twenty years ago: if you tell a dog to sit sit sit three times before you make him do it, you teach him that he is supposed to sit when you say it three times. Say it once, then physically demonstrate what you want. For a toddler, that means taking his hand or picking him up or redirecting him after you say it once. Also kids just don't like free play as much as you think. They can do a little, but their little brains can only invent so much fun at once. Then they can't think of anything else to do, they get bored and frustrated. Then you've got trouble. If you move onto the next activity before the current activity stops being fun (15-30 minutes) you have a much, much, much easier time than if you let them "play" until they are unhappy, then try to move them to something new (while they are upset). It sounds harder, but you are lying to yourself. It it not harder than dealing with a tantrum-throwing toddler. It's easy - little Susie is having a great time playing with dolls. "In five minutes, it will be snack time, Susie!" Give them a two minute and one minute reminder and then be really excited that Snack Time has FINALLY ARRIVED! Oh Yeah! Woot Woot! Sna-ack Time!!Ooh I'm on a roll! Another harsh reality: rules don't do a DAY-AMN thing, until they have been tested and enforced. "New rule everybody! No running!" That rule won't actually be in effect until somebody tries running (AND THEY WILL). And gets in trouble for it. "Cause who knows, probably they don't mean it, really." If you make a rule you must defend it in order for it to be a rule. Don't make a rule you can't (or won't) enforce 75 times a day (but seriously, 2 or 3 will do it).The last harsh reality: we can get kids to listen the first time. No really. It would downright make you feel unfit to be a parent. Why? two reasons:As a matter of survival, we can't tolerate any haggling. This will be established within five minutes as your Precious Gift from Heaven want to show right away that she does what she wants, when she wants. We have peer pressure on our side. "Get in a line! Who wants to be the line leader? Everybody?!? Oh my!" To be fair, we struggled with our own kids way more than anyone else's. Those little double agents know your buttons and they know them well. I swear there's extensive toddler double agent recruiting, assessment, and training centers throughout the world. Plan ahead for them to test you, recognize it as a clarification process (not as disrespect towards you) and move on to the laughing and the singing. Oh and we were never happier in our lives than when we closed our daycare and said goodbye to the last whiney, ungrateful, disrespectful parents who had somehow discerned they should just scream at us whenever they didn't understand something. Or walk out without paying. You, know because we were obviously beneath them, being babysitters and all, (never-mind our college degrees from internationally renowned institutions, or our multiple, previous global businesses, or our personal investment of $200,000 to do something good for them and their children). We had no idea people still got treated this way in America. Especially the people assuming health, safety, and wellbeing of Their Little Everything. We had days that filled us with joy to tears, but mostly we experienced that child care providers are treated like the most worthless people in our society. This is just not right. It's a hard eff'ing job. A room full of toddlers can be like doing calculus in your head in a room full of snapping alligators. Be kind.
How do hospitals ensure that they don’t give a mother the wrong baby after she gives birth?Hospitals attach those matching bracelets on mom and baby. However, I was still given the wrong baby!This was 2001 in a reputable hospital near Philadelphia. It was my second child so I knew the drill. A few hours after birth they took my son for tests and whatnot. I slept a little and woke to the nurse bringing him into my room. She told me he was doing well but was still spitting up a lot of mucus. Then she left. I thought, still? he hadn’t been mucusy when he left. He was wrapped completely in blankets with only his gorgeous little face visible. He started to whimper so I picked him up and thought I would try to nurse him a little. The whimper turned to a cough and then he began to choke on that mucus. I was alarmed. I turned him over, gently tapping on his back. Pressed the nurse button. A prickly feeling that something wasn’t right began to grow. As I patted the baby I quickly scanned the card on the bassinet. It said Andrew. I hadn’t named the baby yet, but Andrew had been a contender. I wondered if it was possible my husband had told them his name was Andrew without speaking to me? Decided it wasn’t likely. Andrew is still choking, I press the nurse button again. Then turn him slightly to see his ears. They were both perfect. My baby had had a strange fold in one ear. Now I know definitively that I am holding someone else’s baby, and this someone else’s baby is choking in my arms. All this takes places in seconds. As I’m about to go into the hallway on my rickety post-delivery legs to find help, the nurse rushes back in. She says she realized what she had done. She takes the baby. Resolves the choking (I don’t remember how). Apologizes. Apologizes again. I ask her if my baby is with Andrew’s mom? She says, no, no. But I can’t tell if she’s lying. She leaves and comes back a few moments later with my unnamed, ear-deformed, but otherwise perfectly healthy baby. I don’t tell anyone about the mix-up except my husband, but we don’t let baby leave my room without us after that. We decide not to name him Andrew.Baby Not-Andrew and his strange ear
How do you get an abortion, and what actually happens during one?Kindly read and provide your opinions.I am an Indian girl. I got placed in one of the marketing companies during my last of year of btech in banglore and moved there. I was in a relationship with a boy from past 4 years. During my stay in Bangalore, my boyfriend visited me from Delhi. Eventually we had a great time together. We decided to have sex but couldn't be successful as we both were virgins, however in that failure attempt I conceived ( don't know how). And after few days he left to his home.I was not happy with the job and also didn't want to stay away from my family who was in Delhi. So I worked for around 5 months, resigned and moved back to Delhi to prepare for government services.The moment I signNowed my home in Delhi, I was so much overwhelmed to meet my mother that I ignored the fact I missed my periods. My boyfriend reminded me many times to keep a check on my periods and go for the home kit pregnancy test. As I had a very unhealthy lifestyle in Bangalore, so I thought my periods delayed due to excessive weight gain. I ignored again.Gradually, I started feeling morning sickness, nauseousness, and a back pain. And finally I took a pregnancy test at home hiding from everybody at home. It came positive and shook my world.I contacted my boyfriend. And we both knew we wanted to abort as firstly I just completed my studies, my whole career was before me and secondly, our families didn't know about our affair so it will be a shock to both the families and thirdly I were not mentally ready to take the responsibility of a child, any boyfriend is always ready.In the name of jogging, meeting my friends, I used to meet my boyfriend to visit gynaecologist. I was advised to go for ultrasound. During the process of ultrasound, I thought it would be a peanut size, however we saw our baby, little fingers and developing. I was 2.5 months pregnant then. It again shook us. And now we both started to have feelings for the baby. My boyfriend warned me to not have motherly feelings as it will make abortion difficult. We took an appointment for abortion and left the hospital.On the day of abortion, again I lied to my mother that I am going to meet my female friend and left the house completely broken. We both went to hospital, I was taken inside a room adjacent to labour room. There I saw women in labour and waiting for their child to arrive. And I was there to kill my child. I broke out. I started crying and ran away from the room to meet my boyfriend waiting outside in the lobby. I hugged him. He collected my belongings and we sat outside the hospital crying. One nurse came out to ask us if we wanted to continue, I refused to go inside. We thought we will go for the baby.Then and there, my boyfriend called his mother and told in one straight line that my girlfriend is pregnant. We took an auto and directly went to meet his family. That was the first time, I met his family and his family came to know about me. His mother assured me that she would talk to my family and to get married. His father was standing there for whole time. His mother ordered spicy food for me and hugged me. My mind was blank.That day late Evening, I signNowed home and my mother was watching TV. She had no clue what is happening to her daughter. At that time she was alone at home as my father was working outside Delhi and used to come in 3–4 months. Anyhow, I gathered courage to tell my mother the truth that I have a boyfriend and that too I am pregnant. She started crying and cursing her own life to have a daughter like me. We both started crying. We both didn't have the courage to tell this news to my father as he was anyway from his home.The only thing was to get rid off this baby. And again I became blank. Everything was destroyed in these days. She called my boyfriend to go for abortion. My boyfriend came next day morning. And I went again to same hospital with numb mind. I went to the same room from where I ran out the previous day. The same doctor and the same nurse. This time I was numb.During the medical termination of pregnancy, I was given some injections which I don't know what were they. But after one injection, I felt labour pain for few time and another injection to eliminate that pain. Then finally I was shifted to OT and anaesthesia was administered. After that I slept and woke up with no child inside me and my boyfriend sitting beside me. He dropped me home and left. .Still I don't know what was right and what was wrong. But when I came back home after abortion, I slept that night with so much relief and felt as if my mother removed a big rock from my head and I felt so light and free.But after few days, I went into depression and started feeling guilty and missed something inside me. I felt incomplete.Gradually with time, I got the hold of my life and accepting it as a part of my life. It's been 3 years now. And still it is buried in some part of my mind which I don't discuss with anyone. This secret is among me, my boyfriend, his family and my mother. My father and my siblings have no idea of anything.Right now, I am happy. My boyfriend is well settled with a nice job. I told my father about him, and everything went well. Both families have met and soon we will get married.I always think to myself what would have happened of I would not have gone for abortion??I would have a child but how would my life be, Will my family be able to forgive me? Will I be respected in my husband's home?What would have happened to my career?Am I weak that I could not save my child from so called societal norm? Or have I taken a right decision to be financially independent before having a child?To make peace with myself, I talk to my child that i have not rejected you but postponed your time of arrival in my life so I can be psychologically and financially ready to accept you and take care of you whole heatedly. So you get the love from your maternal and paternal grandparents. So you will have a good life. The moment you come back, that would be the happiest moment in my life. Waiting for you.
How did your marriage end?My ex husband and I married for over 10 years.When I first met him, he was too good to be true. Loving understanding, generous, kind and promised the world to me. His well respected cops admire by everyone at his town and colleagues. He was a hero to other. He was the first guy I’ve ever been with. I fully trusted him just like my parents relationship trusting, respect and always have your back. I always knew I’ll marry a good man, since I am a happy soul.I Left my life back home to start a new fresh life to a new land and new culture with the man I married. I was excited to start a new beginning.Few weeks after moving in to his place as a married couple I saw the very first red flag of the wonderful man I’ve thought, I found a bunch of naked photos he collected from different women, He gave me a beautiful re-assurance as to why he had those photos.. it’s believable he cried.I was young inexperience 19 y/o, living thousand miles across the country away from my family and friends, Naive enough to believe in everything he says, well I supposed to trust my husband he’s a lot older than me so I figured I’m safer, If he wasn’t a cop he would be a great life speaker. He has the skills to convince anyone to believed everything he said.Within the same year I got pregnant with a beautiful girl she’s a blessing to me. His cheating became evident. Calling names became his favorite word. He is a good player and a Dangerous one I felt bad for the women who fell into his lies. He used them to feed his ego.A part of his strategy is to make sure i know nothing about the world I’m living in, staying dumb and clueless is what he likes, he acts like Mr. Google and everyone is below him.He made sure that my name is no longer what my parents gave me, he granted me a new nick name(cunt, whore, dumb,ugly and more) I didn’t like it but he sure gets the joy out of it.From being happy and positive young person I am, I become isolated, sad and Angry. His negative words start to have power over me.He knows how to laugh…laugh at me, he has the needs to remind constantly that I should be well aware of my confidence should be diminish and not meant to flourish. His ego is huge when my confidence is low.Over time I developed anxiety due to his abusive behavior. Regular conversation become frightful. You never know what insult I’m a getting.One sunny day, he took me shopping I got too excited, yes, I have no access to our bank so I have to constantly ask money from him for my personal expense.I picked the cutest outfit, i’d love to think I have a good sense of style, but the excitement replace with embarrassment when he found out my cloths cost him a little over $60, he started belittling me in public, I put the cloths back, too embarrassed to continue shopping, I ran towards the car to hide my self from people staring at us. They felt bad, I felt worst, But those dress though..such a cute outfit that could add a little spice to my confident that’s slowly fading away.I started to make new friends and let me tell you how awesome that felt, I finally found someone to hang out with, well Ofcourse Mr. perfect man cannot handle the positive relationship around me so he has to Interfere, either ruin it or hook up with friends. i lost a lot of friends but few stick up for me and become a family.Years goes by my ex behavior become eradic, abusive, manipulative, he’s extreme pathological liar, and mentally ill. How did I manage to stay positive it was tough but I always knew I am better and stronger that his words.One day he told me to pack our belongings and we’re moving to different states, I don’t want to, I created a family( friends) to where I was and my daughter made a great friendship, but do I have a choice?We moved to another state no friends starting all over again not knowing he planned carefully to divorce me far from my good friends who consoled me. My suffering gives him satisfaction.Slowly regaining independency made him miserable, I fought to go back to school and learned how to drive (thanks to YouTube, no kidding). The more he isolate me the more I tried to become outgoing, I long for connection.It was a bitter sweet mistakes bringing me to the desert I met great new friends, I kept going against his will. I wasn’t scared anymore, I learned to endure his abusive behavior. He was furious to see how quickly I adjusted.He’s on the job to ruin my relationship to any of my friends. He reminds me of an alligator sitting quietly waiting/observing for its prey, All the lies he put out there to destroy my inner peace, this time he will not succeed. I figured out to make sure he know nothing about my new friends.I started working out,it was my to way to de-stress, yoga has been my favorite and outdoor Camping gave me an inner peace, I slowly gained all my confidence back, I spend less of my time or possibly no time at all with him. I made myself busy to help me get rid of the negative thoughts, I don’t want to entertain self pity. I deleted all sorts of social media to avoid comparing my self to other’s happiness and unrealistic lifestyles I couldn’t afford, rather, focus working on my own self progress.One day after I got out of school I went straight to work a gentle man came asking for my name and serve me the divorce signNow,I felt a little embarrassed everyone at work knows my business.I had to hire a lawyer when Mr.Respected ex started to create lies and accusations to make sure the judge will favor towards him, his manipulative skills always benefit him, I wish I can speak like him. I don’t see the needs to speak poorly against him infront of the judge, all I wanted is a smooth process stating on the signNow I’m no longer connected to him and Grant me my daughter’s custody, but he is born nasty, no compassion. I truly believed he was born heartless.Eventually, he gave up because guess what this little naive girl will never surrender my rights to my beautiful daughter!, even if it means I have to sleep 2 hrs a day to support my expensive lawyer.I work soo hard to make sure my daughter feel safe and do my best to provide all her needs, Its not an easy transition but I kept going, depression has no chance on me. I stayed strong and focus. I cried at times not because I’m depressed but it made me feel better afterwards.Finally, he came into terms, we both signed the divorce signNow… I ran downstairs carried the biggest smile on my face and did my happy dance outside the court ( i created my own happy dance) it was the most happiest day of my life. I called my family about the awesome news.I was soo excited, I ran towards the homeless guy sitting on the bench and told him how happy I was, I don’t know him I just needed a friend and he’s kind enough to Listen to my happy ending. It was a beautiful emotional day for me. I used to just wish for this day to come and here I am In front of the court signing my way back to my freedom and peace.Words are powerful, before I left my old town, I told few of my friends marked my word I will be divorce before I turned 30 and if it won’t happen please come find me and slap me in the face, I said jokingly and here I am divorce before 30.I walk away without asking a penny from this man, I could use alimony but I just want peace and my daughter. I let him keep all his money.Hours after signing all the documents he called to say“ I still love you and our family and how sad I am to make a decisions because you have changed. I miss the old you, the way we used to be”.my daughter was sitting next to him so I just had to hold my tongue but I really wanted to tell him to “fuck Off” I wanted to puke with annoyance.I’ve never been soo excited to sign a signNow like that in my life.. I could sign that signNow all day long, every signatures is a sign of freedom and I made sure to carry extra pen with me Im afraid I will run out of ink.Tears of joy… joy that he will no longer have the power to hurt, belittle and abuse me. The marriage tittle gave him the right to destroy me but it’s over.I will do my best to Live happy and mentally healthy. We are not meant to live sad nor scared everyday, life is not supposed to be that way.Marriage should be a relationship where you feel safe, strong , accepted, and love.I am working progress to be the person I used to be and I wanted to be.I become wise, strong and unapologetic.He brings out the lion out of the cat in me..Life experienced truly mold me of who I am today.Got my own flat at the nicest safe neighborhood. my daughter goes to one of the best school in the states with her good friends, found a great job and happy with my freedom, Still working to finish my degree. Im traveling more often, It is safe to say I am strong attracted women who been through soo much but no one can break me.I never stop reminding my 10 year old daughter one day she’ll step into the real world and I’ll never want her to experience what I went through but a strong lesson to remind her about the values of self love and understanding what healthy relationships looks like.I want her to be happy,confident and strong educated women.Mr nightmare ex is heading to his 4th marriage this year. I wish I could tell him to re-evaluate himself before destroying around another soul. I felt bad for that young women, she doesn’t know what’s coming.
Is it true the more children you have in the US, the more tax that you have to pay?No, it’s the exact opposite.That’s why when you get a job, you have to fill out a form (a W4, you can google it), that asks how many children you have so it can take less out of your taxes.Then, when you do your tax returns, they ask how many children you have so they can funnel you child credits, child care credits, education credits, and tons of other tax benefits from having more kids.
Is economic mobility declining in the USA? Is the American dream out of signNow for most Americans?Yes, but the extent of this immobility differs wildly according to your race.In Epic of America, James Tuslow Adams defined the American Dream as,“...(not) a dream of motor cars and high wages merely, but a dream of social order in which each man and each woman shall be able to attain to the fullest stature of which they are innately capable, and be recognized by others for what they are, regardless of the fortuitous circumstances of birth or position.”Progression across generations, a child's ability to succeed regardless of their parent's circumstance. Intergenerational mobility lies at the heart of the American dream, and as our definition of American has expanded throughout the past two centuries, so to have our efforts to ensure this possibility exists for every person within our borders.The past four decades have seen economic mobility stabilize in relative terms,whilst declining drastically in absolute terms.However, this top-level analysis ignores two fundamental aspects of intergenerational mobility, location and race/ethnicity. For a more nuanced picture, we can turn to Raj Chetty, the foremost expert on the subject today.Chetty’s work offers the greatest insight as to the present composition of the American Dream, one that suggests a massive disparity in the economic progression of Black and White children.This shows economic progression at all levels, but “economic mobility” is most often used to describe the upward potential of the poor. To better understand this, I used data from Chetty’s most recent study to plot the differences in intergenerational Household income between low income Black, Hispanic and White Americans.MethodologyThe data used shows the projected outcomes of Black, White and Hispanic children who were born within the 25th percentile of the national income distribution. These children were born between 1978 and 1983 and predicted outcomes are shown at the county level unless otherwise specified.FindingsGeographically, the most prosperous areas for Americans born at the 25th percentile seem to lie in the upper Midwest, with the least prosperous areas located in the Southeast. (Whitespace indicates that there was no data for the particular county)The distribution suggests that most children find themselves relatively better off than their parents, with around 70% being in the 39th national income percentile or higher.White children did particularly well, with roughly 95% in households above the 39th income percentile.Unsurprisingly we see a similar pattern geographically, with more “high progression” counties scattered throughout the map.Hispanics, while having a noticeably lighter composition than Whites, still have sizable pockets of darker blue.This idea is reinforced when looking at the distribution, which, while having a more pronounced left tail and less pronounced right tail, still shows that 70% of Hispanic children made incomes above the 39th percentile.This wasn’t true for black children.There is water in the desert, but that’s a lot of light blue. What happens when we plot the distribution?I can’t overemphasize just how large this difference is. Whilst the majority of White and Hispanic children in this cohort ended up above the 39th percentile, only 10% of Black children could say the same.Could some of this difference be a consequence of the distribution? Unlikely, as zooming in to the census tract level gave me a very similar picture.So is the American Dream still in signNow?Unfortunately, the answer to that question depends a great deal on your race.SourcesPolicy | Opportunity InsightsData | Opportunity InsightsExtensive Data Shows Punishing signNow of Racism for Black Boys5 Ways Our Founding Fathers Protect The American Dreamhttp://www.equality-of-opportuni...
Why is Japan so safe?I have spent quite a bit of time in Japan, not living there, but doing business there. So maybe not quite as much of an expert as some.I agree with 90% of the answers here. The ones that don't seem to ring quite true are the ones that imply that there's just as much crime in Japan as anywhere else, but it's just not reported, or it's ignored by the police as they co-exist with the Yakuza.Yes, the Yakuza represent organized crime in Japan. But my experience is that they don't commit crime on law abiding citizens. They provide 'services' that might not be looked on as desirable by most of society to those who seek out those services. They look after their interests in perhaps, shall we say, indelicate, maybe even occasionally violent ways. But unless you're looking for trouble, trouble won't find you. They won't break into your home to steal. They won't mug you on the street.And yes the police have an improbably high rate of solving crimes and getting convictions, some convictions being dubious.And yes, there is bullying in Japan and there is some sexual violence.But in my experience none of this accounts for the huge discrepancies between Japanese crime rates and western crime rates.A business colleague of mine tells the following story. He grew up in a tough neighborhood in Philadelphia. On his first business trip to Japan he noticed vending machines on the streets that sold beer. He was amazed. He couldn't understand how this could be legal. What stopped teenagers from buying beer? Even more improbable, what stopped punks from smashing the machines and stealing all the beer? Not one would still be standing in his old Phili neighborhood.Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer, he had to ask his Japanese hosts what the story was here. Upon hearing the question they looked at him a little strangely, not sure they understood the question, and then after finally assuring themselves that they heard correctly, their answer was simple:"Because they know they're not supposed to."This was a uniquely cultural answer that my colleague didn't at first understand. Of course they know they're not supposed to, all kids all over the world know they're not supposed to, but the difference in Japan is that kids believe it - at least far, far more than believe it in many other parts of the world. The difference is the unique culture.This issue of culture was mentioned in some of the answers, but not highlighted much. To me, the unique culture is a huge reason for why common crime, especially crimes against property, are so rare in Japan. The culture of societal shame is a very powerful force. And you don't just shame yourself. You shame your family, your friends, your community, your business colleagues.This is why you see very public, very visible and very sincere apologies from the presidents of huge companies when their company has done something wrong and has in some way hurt or cheated their customers. In fact an admission of guilt and a deep and sincere apology with genuine remorse can go a long way to getting the average citizen a much reduced punishment from the law.To understand this you need to understand a little about Japanese history. Until you've been to Japan it's difficult to understand just how little livable land there is on the islands. Probably 80%, maybe more is too mountainous to use. So everyone is cramped into a small space and historically, trying to get along, with signNow walls, meant you had to behave. Especially in the old feudal system where a Samurai would as soon cut your head off at a stroke if you annoyed him. It didn't take long for societal norms of politeness, honesty, non-confrontation and so on to take hold.Japan is of course thoroughly modern today, and have whole heartedly, even enthusiastically embraced western ideas and adapted them to their culture, but the culture of shame for misdeeds has never gone away.UPDATESome have pointed out to me that there is a dark side to Japanese culture. That the Japanese are very tribal. That they consider themselves culturally superior to everyone else. That they can at times be dishonest in their extraordinary politeness, as a way to mask their disapproval or even disgust of non-Japanese people and their ways.This is true. I've witnessed it myself. It also explains their atrocious behavior in WWII.They've also pointed out that the culture is slowly changing. Also true. It's slowly becoming more westernized all the time. Including in areas relating to crime, especially among youth. I understand that the beer machines of my example are now getting phased out due to growing issues with underage drinking. My story above dates to the 90s.I have also been taken to task for impugning the good name of the Samurai. The Samurai lived by a well developed code of honor known as Bushido. They didn't go around whacking the heads off of people they didn't like whenever they felt like it. Another one of those honorable culture issues. I apologize to any Japanese I may have offended when I made a flippant remark in an attempt to make a point. Still, as in any feudal hierarchy, it wasn't in your best interest to offend the guy at the top who had the power of arms.Nonetheless, those aspects of Japanese culture that may be undesirable in other ways, those right wing elements of Japanese society that wish to return to the old days of Imperial Japan, actually reinforce the cultural prohibitions against common street crime.Japan is still among the safest countries on earth when it comes to street crime, interpersonal violence and crimes against property (Singapore is in the same league), if not the safest. The old culture is still strong.SOME FACTS AND FIGURESFound this interesting website that compares crime rates in different countries.Japan vs United States: Crime Facts and StatsI don't doubt that crimes such as rape are under reported in Japan. Rape is under reported in the US too.Even if you think the Japanese under report crime, it's hard to believe they could mask differences of the magnitude reported here.ANOTHER INTERESTING LOOK AT THE QUESTIONI really like Lim Son Eng's answer:Lim Son Eng's answer to Why is Japan so safe?I don't know how true it is, but it certainly sounds very plausible, and in some sort of way, I hope it is true. Maybe a Japanese native could comment one way or the other.NOVEMBER 2017 UPDATE:Please see the recently added comment from Kentaro Chiba for further insight into Lim Son Eng’s answer, and also into the role of the Yakuza in Japanese crime, as well into Japanese ultra-right wing politics.
How do you feel now about the "great tax deal" that Trump promised us now that you were expecting a refund and end up having to either pay or getting much less than you were expecting? Do you finally feel betrayed?WHY IS IT SO DIFFICULT FOR PEOPLE TO GRASP THE CONCEPT THAT EVERY PENNY YOU GET IN A TAX REFUND WAS AN INTEREST FREE LOAN TO THE GOVERNMENT?!Sheesh!I haven't gotten a federal tax refund in several years. I usually have to pay in, generally a small amount, less than a couple hundred dollars. But this way I have control and access to ALL of the money I'm allowed to keep (I hate that sentence but it's reality). I figured out pretty closely what my taxes should be and adjusted my W4s accordingly in order to maximize my paycheck. If I want (which I do), I can take extra money and put it in an interest paying account and have it work for me instead of loaning it to Uncle Sam. Granted, last year I started receiving a signNow monthly pension and underestimated the tax. Consequently I ended up paying $3400 to Uncle Sam for 2017. Annoying, but my own fault. Even so, I had the money in my control for the whole year instead of US.My paycheck is more every paycheck since the tax break. So yippee, I can stash even more. I'm interested in seeing where I land tax-wise for 2018 as I compensated for the under payment last year. With the tax reduction I might even get a refund this year!
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