“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."
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.
This. Everything about this.
Researchers find that windowless offices make workers lose sleep at night – which makes sense given how important daylight exposure is to regulating our internal clocks.
Ongoing coverage of sleep here.
This is incredibly important. In NYC’s huge block-wide office buildings, window access is sadly limited, and office architecture’s habit of giving windows to conference rooms that are often only occupied a fraction of each day instead of to workers is a bad one. I’m grateful every day for the window beside my desk —I’m very aware of how enormously it affects my attitude and mental health (and keeps fluorescent-light-induced migraines at bay), as well as physical health apparently — and one of my greatest workplace fears is losing it.