Mon, Nov 30, 2009
Take the game of peek-a-boo. As a child, you hide your eyes, and if you’re really annoying pop up in front of a stranger’s airline seat and say, “Peek-a-boo.”
The other person is supposed to smile and engage with you, when in reality they’d rather put a paper bag over your head.
As you grow up, you begin hiding other things. Alcohol and sex come to mind. For me, I didn’t hide either because, well, I didn’t have sex as a teenager and my mom served me champagne for my 16th birthday.
But I know my brother got into a lot of trouble for sneaking booze and getting drunk one night.
A new phase of hiding emerges in adulthood. When I was married and my kids were toddlers, my husband and I would engage in what we called prison sex—meaning we’d sneak away from the children to an unoccupied part of the house and get it on.
Generally, sex in a hurry is no good, particularly if you’re the partner with the vagina. Still, this arrangement transformed the act. In your own bed, you make love. Hidden in the basement where you could be discovered any time, you f—ck hard and fast. And that’s not bad, either.
If you’re not hiding things at home, you’re hiding them at the office. When you’re tired of the daily grind, you can take a break and search online for presents, books or vacations, particularly if your computer monitor is hidden from view.
While employees hide behavior that wouldn’t be condoned by their superiors, employers are just as guilty.
In the wave of massive layoffs, do you think employers gave employees two weeks notice? In most cases, employers hide an impending layoff. There is no advance warning. They act swiftly to move ‘em out as fast as possible and terminate access to all accounts.
While employers can hide a layoff, they can’t hide the damage it does to families and this nation.