Brand New’s album cover for “The Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me” (2007)
Inspired by every student whose told they can’t be an artist because it doesn’t “make enough money”.
This is actual bullshit.
You need money to live. The sad fact is, most writers/artists/otherwise creative types will always have to have a “day job” in order to have said warm apartment + computer + cat. Rent costs money. Electricity costs money. Food costs money. Laptops cost a fuckton of money. Cats need to go to the vet as well as cat food and a littler box, and vet bills cost three fucktons of money.
Want a family? You need even more than a bed and a laptop. Which, you guessed it, costs money.
Most people can’t afford the capital to start a yarn shop. Most people will never be approved for the loan it will take to start a yarn shop. 50 to 70 percent of small businesses fail within the first 18 months (statistic taken from Business Insider).
Some people are skilled AND lucky enough to make a living from their art. This is an awesome thing. It has to be said, though, these people are rare compared to the floods of people who don’t make a living from their art.
I’m not saying don’t follow your passion. I’m saying that you may have to work really hard at something you don’t enjoy as much in order to provide the circumstances under which you can ALSO do the thing(s) about which you are passionate.
I really, really wish people would stop perpetuating this terrible and sometimes destructive notion that working a regular job is somehow beneath you if you’re a creative type. “Do what you love!” seems to imply that you will spend the rest of your life feeling fulfilled and bubbling over with joy because you’re living out your dreams. That’s not how it works. Work is work, and even if you’re making a living following your dream, it will still be work, and there will be days when it’s not fun.
If you’re not making a living following your dream, that is also okay, and don’t let anyone else make you feel bad about it. You do what you need to do in order to keep a roof over your head, food in your stomach, and your family (whatever sort of family you have) provided for. Pursue your passion when you can, and take joy in it when you can.
Fucking THANK YOU.
She’s up all night to pet dogs
I’m up all night to pet dogs
We’re up all night to pet dogs
We’re up all night to pet puppies
1. Girls Shalt Not Have Sex.
(someone asked me what the guy word for ‘slut’ is
and I couldn’t find an answer.
it’s an old story: a rumour goes around that so-and-so
blew a boy in the disabled toilets.
the girl fakes a cough to get herself sent home
to escape the classroom-wide hiss of ‘slut’
while the boy she blew walks into the same class
and is greeted by an onslaught of high-fives)
2. Girls Shalt Love Boys.
(when I was ten, there was a movie trailer where two girls
leaned in for a kiss, and I felt sick for the rest of the day.
it took four years
along with faux-casual questions to friends
useless quizzes on the internet
entries in a diary that I later scribbled out
to admit, fine, okay, yes,
and another year after that to say it without mumbling)
3. Girls Shalt Not Be Bitches.
(it took over ten years of school for me to realize
my women teachers got called bitches
for doing things that my male teachers got called efficient for.
we were assigned to a group project in science class
and whenever my friend tried to tell the others to quiet down
so they could get on with the work,
she was jeered into silence
and she never found it fair that her boyfriend did
the same thing and the noise stopped.)
4. Girls Shalt Have A Vagina.
(she introduced herself with a deep voice and a gushing smile.
she had a pink dress and an adam’s apple
she had a necklace resting above her cleavage
she had escaped from an all-boys high school
and I didn’t understand until I learned later
gender is more than the two rigid boxes
that we are told to tick one of)
5. Girls Shalt Smile.
(he frowned when the subject was brought up
and he shrugged a lot as he explained
that we look better when we smile. Less hostile.
His shrugs stiffened when I asked him why we shouldn’t look hostile.
‘I dunno,’ he said, dropping to a mumble. ‘Girls aren’t s’posed to look hostile, I guess.’
The next time someone walked past me on the street
and told me to smile,
I gave him my sunniest grin
and a middle finger.)