of a hugely noble ambition: the desire to change other people. There is so much we might

fairly want to change about them. We’re an entirely imperfect lot. And so we want

them to be more self-aware, punctual, generous, reliable, introspective, resilient, communicative,

profound… At home, we want them to focus more on the sink, the children, the bins,

the money and the need to put the phone down and look up. At a macro dimension, we want

them to think more about the suffering of encaged animals, the destruction of our habitat

and the iniquities of capitalism. We are, most of us, very far from our ideal selves

– and at the level of the species, come close to an evolutionary error. The desire

to change people is no pathology; it’s a clear-sighted recognition of human wickedness.

Nagging is, in its essence, an attempt at teaching, at getting an idea for improvement

from one mind into another. But it is also a version of teaching that has given up hope.

It has descended into an attempt to insist rather than invite, to coerce rather than

charm. One has grown too tired, and humiliated by constant rebuffs to have the energy to

seduce. One is too panicked by the thought that the unteachable ‘student’ is ruining

one’s life to find the inner resources to see it a little more from their point of view.

It’s one’s own suffering that dominates all the available imaginative capacity. And

so one gets straight to the point, gets rid of the garlands, omits the honey and says

it in plain terms. The bins need attention now. Get to the table immediately. You’re

a selfish layabout. Not there, here… One isn’t wrong. One is very right, but also

very tired and, deep down, sad. Lamentably, also, it doesn’t work. By the time one has

started humiliating the student, the lesson is over. Nagging breeds its evil twin, shirking.

The other pretends to read the paper, goes upstairs and feels righteous. The shrillness

of one’s tone gives them all the excuse they need to trust that we have nothing kind

or true to tell them. One changes others only when the desire that they evolve has not reached

an insistent pitch, when we can still bear that they remain as they are. All of us improve

only when we have not been badgered or made to feel guilty; only when we have a sense

that we are loved and deeply understood for the many reasons why change is so hard for

us. We know, of course, that the bins need our attention, that we should strive to get

to bed earlier and that we have been a disappointment in the couple. But we can’t bear to hear

these lessons in an unsympathetic tone; we want – tricky children that we are – to

be indulged for our ambivalence about becoming better people. The same obtuse dynamic is

at play at the political level. We know we shouldn’t abuse the planet, bend rules or

close our hearts to the unfortunate. But we won’t do any of the good things if a dour

figure wags their finger and delivers stern lectures. We want to be charmed, not dragged,

into goodness. The tragedy of nagging is that its causes are usually so noble – and yet

that it doesn’t work. We nag because we feel that our possession of the truth lets

us off having to convey it elegantly. It never does. The solution to nagging isn’t to give

up trying to get others to do what we want. Rather, it is to recognise that persuasion

always needs to occur in terms that make sense to those who so badly need to be altered.

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