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Don’t Stand So Close to Me

Today’s New York Times Style section piece on personal space is filled with a lot of “duh” moments, but it’s also pretty fascinating in light of a Times story about Dubai from last week.

Says the Style section: People have such a powerful ingrained sense of personal space that even in the virtual reality game (and sudden media darling) Second Life, they try to keep their own pixels away from other people’s pixels. This shows that it’s possible to violate someone’s personal space without actually touching them:

According to scientists, personal space involves not only the invisible bubble around the body, but all the senses. People may feel their space is being violated when they experience an unwelcome sound, scent or stare: the woman on the bus squawking into her cellphone, the co-worker in the adjacent cubicle dabbing on cologne, or the man in the sandwich shop leering at you over his panini.

What’s so cool about this is that the article never mentions gender. If someone is leering at you over his panini, it’s just invasive, whether or nor you’re a woman (and no matter what you’re wearing). The article goes on to explain that spatial sense differs from culture to culture, but it also treats the desire for your own personal space as not only legitimate, but deeply ingrained.

All this research in proxemics offers a new way of looking at a crappy situation currently unfolding in Dubai. As the Times reported last week, foreign workers—an enormous population in a city fixated on construction—have taken to wandering the beach in their free time, ogling and sometimes photographing women in bathing suits. Dubai cops have responded by kicking foreign workers off the beach.

It’s one of those awful women’s-rights-versus-the-rights-of-the-underclass conundrums, and my sympathies are split: I’m obviously not a huge fan of ogling, but if I had to choose between being stared at or living in what the Times called “a Dickensian world of squalor,” I’d pick the former. The Style section article, though, makes me start thinking about this in even more utilitarian terms. If personal space is ingrained, then we all have a right to keep ours intact. It’s might not be as major as the need for food or shelter, but it still ought to be a basic human right.

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