- Helen: I guess it's because we don't really have a division into states/provinces like you do
- Erin: nah, you're tiny. The closest you have is like, Wales.
- Erin: Wales is a UK state.
- Erin: >>
- Erin: And England.
- Erin: And things.
- Helen: .... Wales is a country
- Erin: Yes!
- Erin: That's my point!
- Erin: it's your VERSION. *pleased with self* Texas was a country once, too
- Erin: but it's not like Wales has autonomy
- Helen: and if you ever call it a "UK state" around a Welsh person you would probably be murdered
- Erin: it can't randomly choose to declare war on, say, Sealand
- Erin: Psh.
- Erin: (<3333)
- Helen: it has its own National Assembly!
- Tay: IANTO WOULD BEAT YOU
- Erin: (YOUR ENTIRE COUNTRY FITS IN MY STATE)
- Erin: what bit is Wales again I need to see if it's actually the size of Massachusetts or if I'm confused
- Erin: YEAH it's that squidgy bottom bit
- Helen: I kind of want to put this conversation on tumblr and see how long it takes for my Welsh friends to start frothing at the mouth
“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.
I’ve seen people impressed by the fact that the episode has a dinosaur wandering through London and it’s not even the main plot and yeah that’s cool but friends
LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT INVASION OF THE DINOSAURS
#Oh man Invasion of the Dinosaurs has dinosaurs all over the place but still manages to not be about dinosaurs at all it’s awesome
Also it has *Sarah Jane*, and Three being adorkable, and important social commentary! If you can just ignore the worst dinosaurs to ever dinosaur, it’s a fantastic story.
It has all that AND IT HAS THE BEST DINOSAURS EVER
…Don’t the T-Rexs have the wrong number of fingers? I feel like being over-sized is more easily explained than having the wrong digits. (Although the wrong number of T-Rex fingers led to an adorable part in Lis Sladen’s autobiograpy where she wrote about how mortified she was to get letters from little kids complaining that Doctor Who got it wrong.)
I sat there through like the first ten minutes going “Invasion of the Dinosaurs was better.”
- Dad: Anyway, it turns out she has an actual wood fired aga! She's only round the corner!
- Me: Oooh. So did you wrangle an invitation to go over and make pizza in it?
- Dad: I got several invitations! Its alright, she's married.
- Me: I don't think it would matter if she weren't. I'm sure mum would be fine with it if you wanted to go round for more than the aga.
- Dad: At my age it would be a miracle.
- Me: There's drugs!
- Dad: Drugs. Splints. Bicycle pumps.