Not that you give a fuck. But I like that you don't give a fuck.
oh, but i do give a fuck. i can’t not give a fuck. i just choose my fuckholes more wisely now since i developed a little fuck-esteem & realized that a fuck is a terrible thing to waste & moreover that one does not have an infinite store of fucks to give & if one does not value one’s fucks properly one may wake up some fine day to find there’s not a fuck left either to give or to live by. so conserve thy fucks.
“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.
I hate the pushing of the concept that everyone can “do what they love” and still survive. Capitalism doesn’t work that way. Unless every ballerina or football player or high-powered lawyer also moonlights as a construction worker, or a janitor, or a waitress, there are going to be a fuckload of essential industries that fall apart.
Capitalism requires that someone be stuck with the short stick, performing the work that the rest of us don’t want to do. And then, of course, those on top throw down, along with their shit work and actual shit, shitty advice that shames and demeans those who don’t have the fancy jobs.