"Work becomes divided into two opposing classes: that which is lovable (creative, intellectual, socially prestigious) and that which is not (repetitive, unintellectual, undistinguished). Those in the lovable work camp are vastly more privileged in terms of wealth, social status, education, society’s racial biases, and political clout, while comprising a small minority of the workforce."
“Do what you love” disguises the fact that being able to choose a career primarily for personal reward is an unmerited privilege, a sign of that person’s socioeconomic class. Even if a self-employed graphic designer had parents who could pay for art school and cosign a lease for a slick Brooklyn apartment, she can self-righteously bestow DWYL as career advice to 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 — in fact, to loving 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.”
This is a sincerely important article that highlights something I struggle with every day. When I skim through Tumblr on my lunch break or reference pop culture in one of my groups: so many of these things are unreasonable and out of reach for those in poverty. They are looking for work which will pay the bills, not make their soul sing. I am blessed to be able to enjoy the work I do, and to be challenged intellectually in it, and have to be aware of the privilege I have to do so. Historically, racial and class lines ensure exactly who it is that are doing the laborious work that keeps our world moving.
I know that many of the ladies I work with do not love their jobs, but they do them because they have to pay rent. They work hard, with pride, to do the best job they can, but it is often not their passion. Doing what you love is not always as romantic and easy as it seems.