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SocietyJuly 22, 2019

The fraught social ritual of getting your round in

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One of the many unspoken rules of British life is that when one is drinking at the pub with others, one buys rounds. For the naive New Zealander, it’s stressful AF, says Elle Hunt.

This post was published in July 2019.

At the pub one Friday night in London a few weeks ago, I was at the bar with a large group of people, waiting to be served. The crowd was taking longer than usual to thin, and I craned my neck to see what the hold-up was. Then I figured it out.

All these people were in fact part of the same group – they were just ordering and paying for their drinks separately, while everyone else at the bar ordered in rounds of two or three. That alone was almost enough to give them away, but overhearing them speak confirmed it: they were all New Zealanders.

I didn’t blame them. The culture of buying rounds is easily the most stressful part of living in the UK, or at least it was until it was odds-on for Boris Johnson as PM. The system works, in theory: in a group of three people, one person goes to the bar and buys drinks for all, repeat until everyone’s had three drinks, then they go their merry ways. But in the words of Homer Simpson, communism works, in theory.

In reality, Person C arrives late after Person A has already gone to the bar for themselves and Person B. C then joins the round when B returns the favour for A. The next one should be on C, but they’ve got Parkrun in the morning and were only intending on having one – and look! Isn’t that D, E, F and F’s partner we met one time walking in? Better ask them what they’re having…

TFW you achieve a state of free-flowing, easy reciprocity (Photo: Getty Images)

After two years in London, I am no more confident in navigating this scenario, a variation on which is guaranteed, no matter how many friends you’re with or how much you intend to drink. It is like a maths problem, or a riddle: a man spends 60 quid down the pub, orders no food, yet emerges completely sober. How? He got the bum end of the round, that’s how.

Still, being 60 quid down (don’t convert to NZD. Never convert to NZD) is vastly preferable to the alternative: being branded a round-dodger. Nothing is more frowned upon in British culture, not even queue jumping or, lately, immigration. Make a habit of skipping rounds, and no one will ever bring it up with you – they’re too conflict avoidant for that. But it will be noticed, and counted against you in your absence.

My own fear of being charged with round-dodging is such that, when I’ve had a drink bought for me but was only planning on staying for one, I have forcefully insisted on returning the favour, then, on handover, immediately left the pub. And that, I’m told, “weirds everyone out”. You just can’t win.

The goal, as I understand it, is to achieve a state of free-flowing, easy reciprocity, whereby you are serenely oblivious as to whether you will end the night up or down. In fact just thinking about it in terms of “up” or “down” is in direct contravention of this: you must trust that the arc of the moral universe will bend towards justice. To quote my sage flatmate, who never fails to get his round in, having attained this particular nirvana: “These things tend to even themselves out over the course of the season.”

In fact, there is research to show that it is better to be assertive. Social anthropologist Kate Fox, the author of the indispensable (truly) Watching The English: The Hidden Rules of English Behaviour, has found that people who regularly buy the first round spend no more money on average than those who do not offer until later in the session, yet “are perceived as friendly and generous, and enjoy great popularity”.

Those who wait are less well-liked and “often regarded as miserly”. “In fact,” Fox continued, “far from being out-of-pocket, ‘initiating’ round-buyers end up materially better off than ‘waiting’ round-buyers, because their reputation for generosity means that others are inclined to be generous towards them.”

A New Zealander pondering whether being 60 quid down is worse than being branded a round-dodger (Photo: Getty Images)

These remarks were made in Passport to the Pub: A guide to British pub etiquette, a resource from the Social Issues Research Centre, to which I regularly refer. (If you are really struggling, the SIRC also publishes guides to flirting, football passions, “corporate bonding at the races”, and “two great British obsessions – tea and DIY”.) The fact that a handbook exists at all is a testament to the complexity and nuance of navigating this and other “sacred rituals” in British society, compounded by the fact that people would rather self-immolate than say what they really feel.

I thought of this fraught social ritual when I read a recent article by Dr Rebecca Kiddle, a senior lecturer in environmental studies at Victoria University of Wellington, on the need for New Zealanders to have their own sites of community, equivalent to pubs “like Coronation Street’s Rover Returns”. Kiddle’s point was that such “third places”, neither home nor work, were important to people’s sense of connection – but having read Fox’s guide, I wondered: had she considered the possibilities for division?

Personally, I am in favour of the system observed in New Zealand, where you tend to buy as many drinks as you yourself want to drink, then drink them. Shouting rounds is restricted to a verbal agreement between a manageable number of people – one or two good friends, abiding by the terms of “I’ll get the next one” – or the occasional grand display of largesse.

But it is true that the functioning of any system is dependent on its participants’ awareness of it – my awkwardness with ordering rounds reflects me going from one to another as I get to grips with the many unspoken rules of my new home. While reciprocal drink-giving itself is not specific to Britain, Fox wrote, “the immense, almost religious significance attached to the practice” might be uniquely British. “To the natives, round-buying is sacred. Not ‘buying your round’ is more than just a breach of pub etiquette: it is heresy.”

New Zealanders may be relieved to hear that foreigners are mostly exempt, even by Fox’s exacting standards, because they spend only a short time in British pubs and often with other visitors. But she does add a word of caution. “Their ignorance of the sacred ritual of round-buying is only a source of irritation to the natives when they cause congestion at the bar counter by paying individually for their drinks.” 

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A screengrab from Matthew Tukaki’s Sephora video
A screengrab from Matthew Tukaki’s Sephora video

SocietyJuly 22, 2019

Here’s a thought: let’s not blame millennials for Sephora’s ‘waste dumping’

A screengrab from Matthew Tukaki’s Sephora video
A screengrab from Matthew Tukaki’s Sephora video

Sephora store employees may have swept some confetti down Auckland city’s drains on Saturday, and people got angry… at an entire generation. 

On Saturday, French cosmetics giant Sephora opened its first New Zealand store on Auckland’s Queen Street. Excited makeup enthusiasts queued overnight for the honour of being the first through the doors to get their hands on Fenty Beauty foundation and Dyson Supersonic hairdryers and other cult products I don’t know about because I am too old and lazy to care.

Sephora celebrated the opening by firing paper confetti from a cannon, as you do. If I was in that queue I’d probably rather they gave everyone a coffee and a doughnut, but maybe some people bloody love confetti, so who am I to judge. 

But it wasn’t all fun and games. Soon the headlines appeared: “Council investigating after Sephora staff seen dumping waste down drains at NZ store opening”. “Auckland mayor Phil Goff demands answers from cosmetics company Sephora over ‘unacceptable waste’ dumping”.

My first reaction, naturally, was outrage. After all, I’m The Spinoff’s resident insufferable sustainability/waste-reduction nag (Josie Adams is trying to take my crown but come on, as if.) 

The offending confetti (Photo from the Sephora NZ Facebook page)

But then I watched the outraged video from Matthew Tukaki, executive director of the New Zealand Māori Council, the whistle-blower who revealed that confetti was being swept down drains by Sephora staff, along with, he says, paper fragrance testers. 

In the video, which he posted to his Facebook page at 10.20am on Saturday and was subsequently picked up by various media outlets, Tukaki was angry. He was absolutely spitting mad. But something about his outrage made me a feel a little uncomfortable. Sure, he was pissed at Sephora, but it seemed like what Tukaki really took issue with was young people. Silly little things who only care about makeup.

To the fitting soundtrack of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ absolute banger ‘Heads Will Roll’, Tukaki rages about laundry baskets and cosmetic residues and crap going into our harbours, but much of his vitriol is reserved for millennials. Ah yes, millennials, that vast group of the young and not-so-young, our ages ranging from around 23 to around 38. Tukaki himself is 44, according to Wikipedia, so not really that far beyond a millennial himself, but you can tell he’s not here to split hairs. 

Photos of confetti allegedly being swept down drains from Matthew Tukaki’s Facebook page

“Meanwhile, lined up all around, as far as you can go, are these same millennials,” he says in the video, pronouncing the word with a sneer. “These same young people that thought it was a good idea to get out and protest climate change, now here they are lined up, allowing this sort of crap to happen in our harbour.

“So you want to believe in climate change, you little millennials lined up around the corner, then start holding this organisation to account for the crap they’re putting down.”

Little millennials. Wow. Who hurt you, Matthew? Let me hazard a guess – was it a millennial?

Never mind the fact that the climate change protests to which Tukaki refers were led by school students – they’re Generation Z, not millennials at all. I’d hazard a guess that many of those lining up for Sephora came from that cohort of youngies too: us millennials are far too cynical and jaded to queue for shit. 

In the Facebook comments under the video, alongside hot takes such as “let’s hope that the new concealer and waterproof mascara is pollution prof [sic] if you ever find a stream to dip in”, and “the same young shits people are encouraging to enter local body elections… too young, dumb, flighty enough to jump on any fad… and don’t forget the selfie”, a few people did point out that perhaps finger-pointing an entire generation wasn’t the best way to go about this. Tukaki wasn’t having a bar of it, however: 

Facebook wasn’t the end of it, either, with Tukaki doubling down in media interviews after the story was picked up. According to Stuff, when he asked a staff member what was going on, he was told the paper was soluble.

“This girl couldn’t even spell ‘soluble’, that’s how bad it was,” he’s quoted as saying.

I’m sorry, but, um, what? I have three points to make here: 1) Pretty rich coming from a man who spells Sephora wrong in the title of his video and doesn’t exactly display a masterful command of the English language in the above comment; 2) How do you know she couldn’t spell soluble if she told you this verbally; and 3) Who gives a shit if someone who works in a makeup store can’t spell soluble?

It’s worth pointing out here that Tukaki and his supporters’ criticism is as gendered as it is ageist. Those queuing up for Sephora were primarily women. Young women. “This girl”. “Little millennials”. “Young, dumb and flighty”. Such patronising comments I genuinely winced as I typed them. 

TFW you see a millennial

He seemed to be drawing a long bow with some of his comments, too, telling RNZ: “They had black plastic tubs that you can get from The Warehouse and they had white straw brooms – they are the marketing and brand colours of Sephora – so somebody has thought about making sure that whatever they were using matched their own branding.”

Whoa, they went to the incredible lengths of sourcing tubs and brooms from The Warehouse, of all places, and even managed to get them in black and white. This must have been weeks, months, even years in the planning. Clearly a massive conspiracy. Absolute galaxy brain take there. 

Seriously though, it’s easy to target young women who like makeup, to blame them for the fact the world is fucked. Much easier than picketing Fonterra for polluting our waterways, or successive governments for not taking action, or, you know, perhaps thinking a little critically about why young women wear makeup, and what role capitalism and the patriarchy play in that. 

And it’s sure as hell easier, eh Matthew, than taking a good, hard look in the mirror and questioning the role of Gen-Xers like you who haven’t done a hell of a lot more than the baby boomers to get us out of this mess we’re in. 

But look, Tukaki, in his own way, means well. He seems like a good guy, one who has done a lot of work in suicide prevention and is not scared to take on those fuckwits at Hobson’s Pledge, and I would normally 100% tautoko his calling out of Sephora. But mate, young women have enough shit to deal with, like, you know, the gender pay gap, rape culture and the fact they’ve got a pretty high chance of being sexually assaulted at some point in their lives. It’s about as black and white as those tubs and brooms to me: direct the blame elsewhere.