“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. Do what you love, love what you do: An omnipresent mantra that’s bad for work and workers. (via seawaters)
“over the moon” can either describe a really happy person or a really apathetic werewolf
I’m afraid to ask you if you want to stop talking to me because what if you say yes?