Do what you love, love what you do: An omnipresent mantra that’s bad for work and workers. (via bakcwadrs)
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.
the obvious alternative is to work a job that supports you without while giving you enough free time and resources to do what you actually love, which of course is terrible because it encourages people to find self-worth and fulfillment outside of their employment and we can’t have that.
Something else that is bad about this (and I wrote a thing elsewhere but am probably going to bring it over here and post too) is that this also gives more excuse to pay crap wages to people in lines of work that supposedly are done out of “love” (in other words: any damn job ever that is coded feminine and looks vaguely like either a creative or a helping profession) AND more excuse to exploit “volunteer labor” (some of which is awfully damn coerced).
People give me so much flak when my answer to the “what do you want to do for a living” is along the lines of “whatever, I just want to find something that suits my life, don’t really care what”. Like they think I’m being wishy-washy or flaky or something, when I think I’m being realistically optimistic. I want a job I don’t hate that pays enough money for living. I haven’t been in every job ever so I can’t possibly know if I’ll like a job without trying it. And I realise that the more interesting part of life that I actually want to pay attention to is outside of work.
So for me this is more like “Do what you love on your free time, have a job that pays the rent.”