“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.
"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."
you get the call halfway through a bowl of cereal and you don’t pick up on the first ring. sometimes when you look back on this moment, you pretend like you never picked up at all, but you did. you said something pointless into the other end, trying to be funny. your mouth was full.
the weird thing is, tragedy doesn’t just walk into your life, it blooms. it swells like a tickbite under your skin and sucks out every last emotion until you’re sitting there on a barstool, jaws clenched, completely silent as words find their way into your head. you start saying, “no, no, no, no, that’s wrong, that can’t be right,” but your mouth is still full and suddenly you’re choking, suddenly you’re sobbing, suddenly you’re on the floor of the kitchen curled up in a ball and nothing will ever be the same again.
you don’t live, you exist. things seem muted. things seem ridiculous. someone in your friend group is fighting with someone else about something that won’t matter in a year. you stand next to him and hear him chatter and just stare because everything is so incredibly, hideously alive.
you stand by her tombstone. you say, “god, i fucking miss you. this isn’t fucking fair.”
was your heart buried with her? you knock on your ribs but good god
there’s really nothing there.
”—For my friend Ashlee. I’m so sorry, my love. I am keeping her and her loved ones in my thoughts and prayers. // r.i.d (via inkskinned)
Castiel will finally interact with Dean’s demonic side in this week’s outing. “It’s a pretty strenuous meeting,” Ackles previews. “Dean is still not quite Dean, and Cas is having to, unfortunately, use some powers he would rather not have to use against Dean.”
Even though the angel is facing his own problems and is low on grace, “Castiel is hellbent on ridding Dean of his demon and willing to do anything, no holds barred, to make sure he’s no longer a demon,” Misha Collins says, adding that their face-to-face is “a little touchy.”
one of my favorite episodes from atla was where this whole village hated avatars because they thought that kyoshi murdered this guy a long time ago and the whole gang spends the entire episode finding all this evidence that she never did it but the village doesnt believe them and it looks like aangs going to be found guilty but finally near the end her spirit appears to everyone and shes like yeah i killed that guy he was a dick
u guys??? do realize??? that prosthetic arms are a real thing???? that real people have??????? like real people have to take off their prosthetics to go through airport security, this is just like a statement of fact i literally do not get this brand of humor surrounding bucky barnes’ prosthetic arm
imagine if china, while they’re up on the moon, decides to knock down the US flag or whatever just to say ‘screw you’ and its like, what are we gonna do? spend a couple million just to fly some craft up to the moon and re-erect the flag? the whole scenario would be petty and that’s hilarious
i have lived in america my entire life and i am 100% sure we would do exactly that
its weird that guys get so touchy when you accuse them of sexism like “im not sexist wtf????” when they should really be worried about “ive been acting sexist wtf????” like dude youre not the victim of an accusation the accusation is the result of your behavior
literally every person born into a position to oppress has behaved like this and its gross