“Do what you love” disguises the fact that being able to choose a career primarily for personal reward is a privilege, a sign of socioeconomic class. Even if a self-employed graphic designer had parents who could pay for art school and co-sign a lease for a slick Brooklyn apartment, she can bestow DWYL as career advice upon those covetous of her success.
If we believe that working as a Silicon Valley entrepreneur or a museum publicist or a think-tank acolyte is essential to being true to ourselves, what do we believe about the inner lives and hopes of those who clean hotel rooms and stock shelves at big-box stores? The answer is: nothing.
a couple of other quotes from the article i really like:
According to this way of thinking, labor is not something one does for compensation but is an act of love. If profit doesn’t happen to follow, presumably it is because the worker’s passion and determination were insufficient. Its real achievement is making workers believe their labor serves the self and not the marketplace
Do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life! Before succumbing to the intoxicating warmth of that promise, it’s critical to ask, “Who, exactly, benefits from making work feel like nonwork?” “Why should workers feel as if they aren’t working when they are?” In masking the very exploitative mechanisms of labor that it fuels, DWYL is, in fact, the most perfect ideological tool of capitalism. If we acknowledged all of our work as work, we could set appropriate limits for it, demanding fair compensation and humane schedules that allow for family and leisure time.
100 Times Yes.
- What they say to kids who want pets: Are you sure you're not just saying you want one because all your friends have one? Remember, it's not going to be small and cute forever, it will grow up eventually! It's a living being that will depend entirely on you for the rest of its life. Are you really sure you're ready for this?
- What they say to adults who DON'T want kids: Oh, you'll want one sooner or later. Everybody does, after all. Besides, babies are soooo cute, aren't they? You'd better hurry up before you get too old!
Sports Editor at The Nation, Dave Zirin
EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO REBLOGS THIS WILL GET THE FOLLOWING IN THEIR INBOX.
- A BRIEF ORIGIN STORY
- A SUPERPOWER OR THREE, MAYBE FOUR DEPENDING
- A SUPERHERO OR VILLAIN NAME
- YOU MIGHT ALSO GET AN ARCHNEMESIS WHO HAS REBLOGGED THIS ALREADY
AND YES I MEAN EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO REBLOGS THIS. UNTIL, SAY, AUGUST 2015. A FULL YEAR. LONG ENOUGH, RIGHT?
LET’S DO THIS THING.
September 8th, 1966
Happy Birthday, Star Trek
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I am not dead! I am enough of an Existentialist at heart that this excites me.
Otherwise, life circumstances are. My household is kind, my means always feel unstable, and my day job is not who I want to be when I grow up. Creative work is inconsistent. Brain chemistry is a thing. Had to take one of the girls in to the vet yesterday because she wasn’t feeling well, and turns out we’ve won the Parasite Lottery.
Enjoying the fact that my television routine has become a household thing. Like, we all gather around the big light-up hearth for SPN and Doctor Who right now. Sleepy Hollow to join rotation when it resumes. Final season of Glee to remain a private affair.
Opal, my awesome snake, is still awesome.
I’m drinking a thing with Pumpkin Spice in it because October is and shall always be my month.
My shrines are dusty because depression and religious practice are apparently mutually exclusive for me right now. Plus, I’m trying to figure out how estrangement from the only parent I’ve ever known works (or doesn’t) with a path involving ancestor reverence.
I need to use my sketchbook more but I’m a coward.
When it comes to ancestor worship and problematic parents, it’s best to remember, “Salute the rank, not the person.” Acknowledge the parents you have, accept them as flawed people and give them respect as your parents, but worship the “platonic ideal” of ancestor-ness. If you can’t worship the parents/grandparents/etc you had, worship the ones you should have had.
The wait is over! SLOW SATISFACTION-last book in Cecilia Tan’s BDSM romance trilogy-is out! Read a sample: http://thndr.it/1zpqSv8
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