the Winter Olympics are coming, the Olympics are coming. and that means an Opening Ceremonies party at a friend’s home later tonight, after having dug ourselves out of yet another snowstorm. Cupcakes are happening in my home. Read and ponder:
How “Do what you love, love what you do” devalues the work of the majority of people and “reinforces exploitation even within the so-called lovable professions, where off-the-clock, underpaid, or unpaid labor is the new norm: reporters required to do the work of their laid-off photographers, publicists expected to pin and tweet on weekends, the 46 percent of the workforce expected to check their work email on sick days. Nothing makes exploitation go down easier than convincing workers that they are doing what they love.”
Charles M. Blow writes eloquently on the trans-formative power of books of all shapes and sizes while lamenting the current statistics of non-readers.
“In my humdrum life, the daily battle hasn’t been good versus evil. It’s hardly so epic. Most days, my real battle is doing good versus doing nothing.” We could always use a reminder to do something instead of nothing, and “always go to the funeral” is as good a reminder as anything.
a little something about living according to Ben Franklin, a something I might just attempt to adapt to my own day.
over at The Telegraph fashion page, Polly Vernon discusses how sexy dressing has taken over the world, if possibly because “the rapidly evolving culture of online judgment…has conspired to encourage a sense that there is a right way and a wrong way to dress. In such a context, dressing sexily becomes almost a safe option. Its end point is defined, its rules are straightforward, its principles (short, tight, low, alluring) widely understood. It leaves no room for confusion. Sex sells and we are all beginning to feel like product these days.”
Alyssa Rosenberg hits the nail on the head in a way I hadn’t been able to define in response to the J.K. Rowling interview in which the author said, “I wrote the Hermione/Ron relationship as a form of wish fulfillment…For reasons that have very little to do with literature and far more to do with me clinging to the plot as I first imagined it, Hermione ended up with Ron.”