This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.[...]
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Inspired by every student whose told they can’t be an artist because it doesn’t “make enough money”.
this is legit terrible. i wish it were true, but you know, i live in the real world.
it’s ridiculous to believe, and to propagate the belief, that all you need to succeed in life or be happy is passion for something. if that were universally true, i wouldn’t be one of so many un(der)employed, broke, educated, and desperate people. now, this is no one’s business, but i’m on social assistance. and i have an honours degree from one of the best universities from my country. i studied something i love, and while i don’t quite regret it, it’s really hard to find a job in that field.
this comic also doesn’t take into account the other, perhaps more mundane, realities of life: what the cost of living actually is in most places, the likelihood of student debt, the intersections of systemic oppression that underline many people’s experiences and colour a great deal of their lives, and more.
(also, to successfully run a business - like a yarn shop - you don’t need to love knitting. what you need is business acumen, customer service skills, either to be good at bookkeeping or have an accountant on retainer, understand the supply and demand for yarn in your area, and more logistics. knitting barely factors into it. this is absurd.)
lol a warm home, a laptop, food, and cat food. and money to take care of the cat, and to replace the laptop when it breaks, and internet access, and extra money to replace bedding etc, and cookware to cook the food with, and a kitchen to use the cookware, and. the list goes on, teenie.
Every incarnation of this comic (because there have been MANY) is infuriating. Every person does not have the economic privilege to choose to a field that will lead to a life long low pay. What if you have student loans? What if you get sick? What about those of us whose parents don’t have the means to help financially in an emergency? What about people who want to do more than survive? There is nothing wrong with working for a living to support your ~passion~. There is nothing wrong with recognizing that you will not be able to survive off of your ~passion~ and finding a day job. Every ~passion~ cannot be monetized. Welcome to Earth.
Others have addressed the classist bullshit that this is, but I also want to add that there is immense value in doing shit jobs you don’t like. Immense. You learn patience, you learn how to deal with unpleasant people, and you learn how to make the best of a bad situation. There is not one job I’ve had, from working at a Little Caesar’s to the yes, dream job I have now, that hasn’t taught me something valuable. If you put your heart into your work — ANY work — it will help you grow and give you skills to find a place you love.