Thursday, June 18, 2026

Guilt vs. Shame

My niece, Amy, and I got into a strong difference of opinion this morning over the difference between shame and guilt and whether either or both were feelings that one should encourage or reject.  Our differences reflected the vastly different ways we were defining those terms.  Amy maintained that she was not speaking so much out of personal experience as she was reflecting the views of an author she had just read, but I sensed (possibly mistakenly) that she had internalized the author's perspective, so that in effect I was arguing with her.  What follows is a kind of p.s. to our discussion this morning.  I hope she realizes how very much I value having her around to talk about serious topics with.

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The point, I repeat, should not get lost that our argument was entirely dependent on how the terms guilt and shame were being defined.  Your author, you said, claimed that while guilt had utility, because it could lead to action-to-repair, shame is a destructive term because it involves assuming the person feeling the emotion is motivated to translate shame into self-loathing.  In other words, guilt is tied to action, while shame is a function of being.

But that's putting the cart before the horse.  Guilt is to doing what shame is to being only if you choose to define the two terms that way.  I have never defined them that way.

Way back when I first began my quest to understand the difference between Japanese and American national cultures, I encountered the claim that Japan was a shame-based culture while the U.S. was a guilt-based culture.  The reason, so the theory went, was that Japanese were inherently collectivist, that the individual Japanese was subjected (or subjected themselves) to the collective. The Japanese way of expressing this phenomenon is to say "the nail that sticks out gets hammered down."  The saying is so familiar that one need not say the whole thing.  Just mentioning deru kugi - the nail that sticks out - is enough.  Mothers teach their children not to be a deru kugi.)

In contrast, so the theory goes, the individualistic American culture reflects the Protestant view that each individual has a personal responsibility to God and to no one else.  Right and wrong are therefore not determined so much by community standards as by individual conscience.

Never mind that this social theory is oversimplified, reductionist and overgeneralized and should not be considered anything more than suggestive; for a time I internalized it because it was widespread and could be found in almost any book you might pick up on the subject of Japanese culture. And to this day, I still believe there is more truth in the cultural analysis than overgeneralization.  And this affects the way I define both guilt and shame.  Except that (possibly because I have never completely shed my Protestant cultural values) I see guilt as useful because it is at the heart of one's conscience and the motivator for doing the right thing in the end, once you have awakened to responsibility.  And I see shame as a useful tool for making someone else want to straighten up and fly right.  

In the end, neither guilt nor shame are ends in themselves.  You need to shed guilt the moment you sense it rising up within you and replace it with a sense of responsibility, by which I mean a resolve to "fix" the harm or damage you've done. As quickly and as cleanly as you possibly can.  Shame is a form of embarrassment, the feeling you get when you get caught with your pants down. It usually passes with time and you don't need to do anything about it.  Just make sure you're not mixing it up with guilt.

The author you cited who claims that guilt is good and shame is bad has it completely backwards.  Consider how these words are used in public.  When we are outraged at a crooked politician, we don't shout "Guilt! Guilt! Guilt!"  We shout "Shame! Shame! Shame!"  That's because we instinctively understand guilt to be something for an individual to work through in their own time, and shame to be something to shed light on.  In that sense, you don't shame yourself; you shame others who do wrong.

Bottom line: Neither guilt nor shame are positive notions.  Shame others if they've done something wrong and you have half a chance of tweaking their conscience.  Never take it on yourself if you can help it, and if you feel it, wait and let time take care of it.  And don't waste a single moment on guilt.  Move directly to responsibility.  It's the adult thing to do.






Tuesday, May 5, 2026

Long live the king

I'm sure there are some Americans who don't like the British Royal Family, and far more who couldn't care less one way or the other, but most Americans I know are pretty gaga over this undemocratic institution. Queen Elizabeth's popularity took a brief dip when she fumbled that flag-lowering decision when Princess Diana was killed, but it's back up now to where it was most of the time: she was viewed favorably by more than eight in ten Americans. And her son's visit to the U.S. recently shows that a surprising amount of that affection has been passed on to him.

I could be wrong about this, obviously.  I'm not coming from a neutral place. I grew up partly in Nova Scotia and slept in a bedroom with Queen Victoria's portrait hanging on the wall.  And even in Connecticut, when Elizabeth married Philip, our school shut down classes, and we all went to the auditorium where a TV set was placed on the stage for us to watch the wedding live. And I don't remember anybody finding that out of order because she was not our queen.

The next thing about the Windsors I remember was when Prince Charles was born.  His birth was the feature story in our Weekly Reader when I was in the fourth grade, and that event too was taken as a matter of course.

It was only many years later, after I had developed a socialist consciousness, that I began making snarky remarks about the royals. I took it a step further, not so much making fun of their elite status as feeling sorry that they had no say in how their birth had sealed their fate and made them give up any hope of having a private life or eating a normal meal in a restaurant.  I still hold that view, even more firmly now that I have lived so many years in Japan and got to watch the women of the imperial family have nervous breakdowns.  There is something inherently wrong about giving somebody status and wealth they didn't ask for just so you could have a bunch of living dolls to play with.

I just listened to Prince Charles deliver a speech before the German Bundestag.  And before that, last week, I listened to him address the U.S. Congress.  Brilliant address!  Just brilliant.  And I thrilled at his reminder of the importance of NATO and of helping Ukraine get out from under the Russian invasion; I loved watching Trump sitting behind him applauding away and pretending Charles was not making a fool of him.

There is something we could do right away to lessen the chances of a repeat of this ugly Trump phenomenon.  We could separate the role of head-of-state from head-of-government, the way most modern nations do it. Much as I want to feel sorry for King Charles and other members of the British royal family, I understand that they provide a place for Brits to locate their love of country.  Whether you do this by establishing a constitutional monarchy, as in Holland or Norway or Britain and give up expecting politicians to behave in their personal lives, or do something similar to what Germany does by having a president and a prime minister, both elected, the country's name gets to keep its dignity unsullied and out of politics entirely - more or less.

Maybe it's not Charles that's bringing all this credit and prestige to the British crown these days; maybe it's his speech writer.  He still deserves the credit, in my book, for knowing how to pick his speech writers.  And admit it: once upon a time he came across like a goofball, but these days he's showing a lot of class.

They don't all have it - class.  Prince Andrew (correction: ex-Prince Andrew) blew it by playing around with Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell.  But most of them do.

Before you need to show some class, you can be adorable - Check out Prince Louis, William and Kate's youngest, and grandson of Charles (now there's some serious future shock!). Makes even the most dyed-in-the-wool advocate of abolishing the monarchy think twice.

Charles the First lost his head; Charles the Second might have done likewise if he had had more success bringing governance of the English church back to the Bishop of Rome, and if he had not had the great misfortune of being king during the Plague (1665) and the Great Fire (1666).  But Charles III - at least so far - seems to have turned all that bad luck around.

God save the King, I say.



Friday, May 1, 2026

Flossing the nose and ears

A sure sign that the American Empire is on the way out is the rise of China's political and economic power.  We are losing the convenience of having the United States run the world. The dollar ain't what she used to be.  And President Asshole has taken the country to war and now we are having trouble filling our gas tanks.  But what is bugging me the most at the present time is the evidence that China has caught up with Japan's ("please use the toilet finely") way of using English without worrying about accuracy or style.

Case in point:  I have been planning for about forty years to buy an electric toothbrush.  At  my last trip to the dentist to have my teeth cleaned they found and filled a cavity.  A cavity!  I'm 86 years old!  How the hell can I have cavities?  I brush and floss after every meal and twice before bedtime!

Anyway, now that I'm accustomed to spending money like it's going out of style after the thousands of dollars Taku and I have spent recovering from my broken hip, I went online and googled "Water-Pik" and went straight to the most expensive model. Why not?  It's only seventy dollars.

The package finally comes.  Direct from 301, No. 2, Hualangjia Industrial Park, No. 28 Tongfuyu Area, Kukeng Community, Guanlang Street, Longhua District, Shenzhen Yuxinyuan Electronic Technology Co., Ltd.

It comes in a box labeled "Tragebare Munddusche", which is (not quite correct) German for "Portable Mouth Douche" (or "shower," which is less funny, but equally mysterious for something that sprays water inside your mouth) - and the first e (after the g) in tragbar isn't supposed to be there.  The side of the box indicates that the product is for a "mündliche Situation" (an oral situation) (sic).

There is mention of a warranty, but no warranty form was included with the product.  Sloppy, sloppy.

Also nowhere does it tell you how to charge the damn thing.  But that's not their fault.  They included a USB port and according to my younger-generation husband, "USB plugs have pretty much replaced regular plugs these days - plug it into your computer."  Done.  Now to wait six hours for the damn thing to charge.

Meanwhile I'm reading the user manual in English, German, French, Spanish and Italian. Interesting stuff.  For example, in Italian, Warning #6 reads "Non dirigere il getto sotto la lingua, nelle orecchie, nel naso o altre parti sensibili."  In English, that is "Do not inject water into the bottom of tongues, ears, noses, or other sensitive body parts."

Now I'll freely admit I ought to be ashamed of myself poking fun at non-English-speaking people's use of my native tongue, especially after decades of encouraging English-learners to eschew any inclination to apologize for non-native things that come out of their mouth while they are still learners.  Errors go with learning. But it's not just the lack of English "Sprachgefühl" (feeling for the language) that's giving me the giggles; it's the thought that they think people need to be told not to stick this water-pik into their ears.

Theme park in Shenzhen, China


It's not as if Shenzhen couldn't find native speakers of English when they need them.  It's the third largest city in China, after Beijing and Shanghai, with a population of thirteen million people, and it's not far from Hong Kong. It's that the mouth douche manufacturer has taken the attitude that the boss's nephew needed a job so they left the English translation of the manual to him.  Makes me think of my friend Norm's saying, "close enough for government work!"

A very trivial issue, this.  But I couldn't get past the water-pik in the ears image and just had to comment.

The red light has turned green.  Time to water-floss the teefs and see how well this thing works.  In addition to steering clear of the nose and ears, I'm starting on "child" setting.  Not sure how much pressure my gums can take.