I got a really shirty comment on the blog over the weekend. Someone remarking on “unjobbing” who called me lazy and irresponsible, who hoped something horrible would happen to me so that I wouldn’t be so happy and cheerful anymore but rather, productive like a decent member of society blah blah blah blah… ?????
It made me laugh. It was one of those, “Wow I’ve really arrived, I got trolled, I must be a real blogger now!” moments. Very validating.
It also made me laugh because when the comment came through on my blog, I was sitting behind a table filled with a year’s work. I’d gotten up at 5 that morning, put dinner for the family into the crock pot, taken care of pets, washed dishes, started a load of laundry, made breakfast, packed my car, driven 45 minutes away to this show. When the comment hit my inbox, I was well on the way to making a fairly decent income for the weekend.
I’m still trying to figure out the part where I don’t work.
It made me a little bit sad, though. Sad that our culture has created such a narrow view of what valuable, legitimate work is. Sad that there is this perception that if you are not working for someone else in a legitimate “job” that you are somehow not living your life appropriately.
This country did not get to be great because of people working for big corporations. This country got to be great in part because anyone could decide, “I want to do X, Y and Z, get educated, start a business, work damn hard for myself, and get ahead.” and people did that. This country was built on Mom&Pop shops, not Proctor&Gamble.
Here’s the thing. I choose that. The alternative simply doesn’t suit me. I prefer the 15 hour studio workdays and shlepping to shows in the rain. It’s crazy, I know. It just suits me a lot better.
I believe that the word you were looking for was entrepreneur, dear troll.
I believe that hard work and moxie will be rewarded.
I believe that if this country is to return to being great, some of us must walk away from the corporate job culture and create something else along side it.
I work hard. I have moxie. And I choose to walk away.
It’s a long and very proud tradition.
Though… I will cop to being lazy sometimes. I totally order curry takeaway when I don’t feel like cooking and that happens more often than it should. I don’t remember the last time I washed the living room baseboards. Also? I often drive to Trader Joe’s instead of riding my bike. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
Comments on the blog are now moderated and must be approved before they will post. Also, if you’re a nasty troll, it probably won’t get approved or posted. So don’t waste your breath.