if I am to be saved
Inspired by every student whose told they can’t be an artist because it doesn’t “make enough money”.
this is a very easy thing to say of you’ve never been totally skint
money doesn’t buy happiness, but I’d rather be sad and able to feed myself after paying rent
'it doesn't take much to live comfortably” is a naïve statement to make
I agree, this is very…out of touch. And, it certainly does take a lot of money to “Own a yarn shop!” Plus, “loving to knit” has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with owning that yarn shop. Owning a yarn shop is maintaining a business wherein you buy yarn from suppliers and pay people to help you sell that yarn to other people who, oh, say, aren’t spending their time running yarn shops…
Plus, you have to pay for the lease on the shop space itself, pay for the electricity to run the lights, more electricity or maybe the gas to heat the place, advertising to let people know about it, pay the ridiculous prices for the cash register and attendant software (because that’s a niche racket for independent shops), pay for the water and sewer bills because the space will have those somewhere, pay for the maintenance of that entire retail space, pay for the security system services, pay for other little things you might not realize, like, say, if you want to play music legally, it has to be licensed and not just the radio or some music you have—I worked for an independent toy store and saw a lot of this firsthand…
I love comics from people who don’t actually live in the real world where responsibilities and consequences happen. They’re always a fascinating insight into a realm where you can just live happily on hobbies, wishes and pixie-dust farts.
Especially at the absurd prices the yarn stores get for pixie-dust farts today!
Look, I don’t mind this kind of advice, but they need an addendum: you have to understand that you may not be able to make a living doing the thing that makes you happiest in life. It’s worth looking into. It’s worth trying. But you might find out that it’s not happening for you — or that you can still enjoy your passions as hobbies (maybe even ones that bring in a little extra income as a bonus!) while you get another job to pay the bills.
I’ve spent most of my adult life following my creative passions, and I’ve had some amazing opportunities because of it. I’ve had jobs that people go “oh my god that must be SO FUN”, I’ve had my work on store shelves. I’ve officially written material for Transformers, G.I. Joe, Spider-Man, Kingdom Hearts, Mega Man, and more. I’ve done comic work both written and art. I know industry pros, I’ve gotten to travel, I’ve done some work that makes me and others happy. Fuck, we’re making a toy line, for crying out loud. Stuff that my high-school self could only dream of.
I’ve also spent good chunks of my adult life working annoying, soul-sucking, physically and mentally strenuous, thankless jobs in retail, offices, and food service between-slash-during those “dream jobs”, because “dream jobs” aren’t automatically self-sustaining, never-ending projects. Companies close. Markets shift. Rights-owners contract elsewhere. Upper managements change and have their own favored people to work with. Shit happens.
I still keep at my passions. Aside from the ongoing work on Transformers and the aforementioned toys, the last couple years I’ve been fortunate to do work with some amazingly talented people who are putting their passions on screen in the online video realm, and they’ve inspired me and best-friend-slash-creative-partner Trent to go at it ourselves, and it’s been very rewarding… creatively. Financially, well, it’s a little bit of lunch money, I can get some cheese and bacon on my fast-food burger. But not once have I got it into my head that the best idea evar would be to not work some other job that sustains me financially as I work on things I love because YOUR PASSION HAPPY IS MOST IMPORTANT EVAR
I fucking CAN’T. The real world keeps shitting in my cornflakes and I’ve got fucking financial responsibilities that could have dire consequences if not taken care of, and a goddamn Blip check for a few bucks a month ain’t gonna cut it. As it is, I’m pretty lucky to even be where I am now, as I kinda owe my family a LOT for helping me through rough years in several ways (and frankly I hate that I’ve had to but I kinda like living indoors and eating first-hand food). I’m fortunate I haven’t had some kind of medical emergency, because there’s some shit that’ll financially ruin you for a long long time.
I’m not saying “don’t follow your passions”. Your hobbies and passions should help keep you sane, lift your spirits, give you release. And I know several people who DO make a living by doing the thing they love. It IS worth looking into.
But comics like this virtually never have any grounding in reality and just barf up a message of extreme lack of self-awareness. I legitimately wonder what kind of life the people who make these live, socio-economics-wise, how much they got from their parents. How old they are. The people I know who are making their livings on webcomics or online videos or in video games or whatever by and large not only went through the “shit job” phase, the reason they make their living now was because they WORKED DAMN HARD at their passions for a long time to get it there. I see the production schedules they keep and it’s staggering. And a lot of them STILL work damn hard and are amazing talents but still need that extra boost because well, shit happens.
Just because you can knit a baby sweater doesn’t mean you can successfully operate a damn store that will forever sustain you financially.
Follow your passions, but not over a fucking cliff. Not everyone was given a parachute.
The lesson I can impart to anyone who wants to actively pursue their passions in a job that’s focused around your creativity and something you really enjoy doing?
DON’T BE AN IDIOT.
I didn’t get to make Atop the Fourth Wall my job overnight. In fact, I was still working at Barnes and Noble for about a year or two before I finally decided to make the videos my priority. And why did I make that decision? Because at that point, I was making more money doing the videos than I was working at Barnes and Noble. The decision was justified in that I could make more money if I focused my time exclusively towards the videos.
And even then, I WAS still living with my parents at the time as a safety net. I wasn’t going to be an idiot by just burning my bridges and expecting to become crowned-king at this.
YES, pursue your passions and dreams… but don’t be a friggin’ idiot about it.
Thing that makes me happiest in life is eating nachos and drinking beer
WHERES MY MILLIONS
Comments on the trailer of the new Annie movie staring Quvenzhané Wallis and Jamie Foxx.
Would you just look at how racism isn’t a thing anymore in today’s society.
weakness is spreading
“And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after,” the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. “Didya like that, Mister Boogey?”
No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.
“Mister Boogey?” she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat. When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?
The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.
“Gotcha,” the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.
The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.
“I thought you left!” She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.
“Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?” The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”
Tumblr: the only site that can turn something so terrifying into something utterly adorable
The former entrance and site of alleged vampire sightings. x
The mother of Bram Stoker, author of the horror classic, Dracula, lived nearby and often recounted the legend of a tall, dark, supernatural-looking figure that roamed the area before the cemetery was created. There have been many vampire sightings in and around Highgate Cemetery and a local priest is said to have tracked it down and killed it in the early 1980’s, complete with a stake to the heart. Recent reports claim that the vampire or (according to the President of the British Occult Society) an entity, conjured by Satanists, and which has been mistaken for a vampire in the past, has recently returned. Whatever the truth may be, Highgate Cemetery does not require legends of vampires in order to be mysterious, evocative and grandiose; it is one of the most magical and mythical fields of rest in existence.
if i leave my bedroom door open this happens
The Galgano Sword in the Stone inside the Montesiepi Chapel (by Adrian Michael) is the actual sword in the stone. It was verified as an authentic 12th century sword. It is kept locked under glass.
I love this image so much.
I’ve seen some women who are offended by this and say it’s ridiculous that her cleavage is showing and things of that sort.
Personally, I think it’s great.
Why should we have an image of a women with her hair tied up and flexing her muscles like she’s a man? (not that that isn’t great too!) In a way it suggests that when our hair is down, our breasts are visible and we wear (GASP) lipstick, we’re somehow lesser than men? We can do it! We can be feminine and successful.
You see what I’m saying here, ladies?
You don’t have to lose your femininity. Being feminine is great. Being masculine is great. Strength is not limited to one way of being.
oh my fucking god, this again
Have you even looked at the actual Rosie the Riveter poster lately?
She’s ALREADY WEARING LIPSTICK. AND MASCARA. AND BLUSH. Her eyebrows have been PENCILED AND TWEEZED. And underneath her work bandana? HER HAIR HAS BEEN CURLED. Rosie the Riveter is a beautiful woman. This image in no way implies that wearing feminine apparel (like cosmetics) is a negative thing.
The reason that she has her hair up and her shirt buttoned and is flexing her arms has nothing to do with prudery, or with trying to be “masculine” (as if shows of physical strength are unique to one gender). It has to do with the information at the bottom of the poster: Rosie is involved in war production. That means doing hard physical labor in a 1940s factory, where large heavy machinery can easily snag a loose lock of hair, or a bit of jewelry, or an undone button. “Makeover” Rosie would not be able to do the real Rosie’s job without serious risk of injury to herself or the people around her. In that sense, the new poster is implying that no, women are NOT capable of doing the same work as men, because they are too weak/vain/self-absorbed/whatever. The old poster is saying that, while still being feminine, women are just as capable of doing the same work as men.
Also? The new and “improved” Rosie was specifically drawn to be ANTI-FEMINIST. “[William Murai] created this image for the Brazilian Alfa Magazine to accompany an article about the End of Feminism. 'The idea was to remake the famous feminism symbol “Rosie the Riveter” [into] a lady who is giving up on her duties and trying to look sexy again.’” (emphasis mine)
Giving up her duties and trying to look sexy? For whom, exactly? According to the artist (and the patriarchy), men. In other words, quit your job, look hot, find a man, gb2 the kitchen, and make me a sandwich, bitch. Also known as THE SAME TIRED-ASS SHIT WOMEN HEAR EVERY. FUCKING. DAY.
The new poster is not “progress.” It is not about women being “feminine and successful.” It’s about the exact opposite: women being reduced to their appearance and their sex appeal according to the standards imposed by the male gaze. She is pretty, but that’s all she is, because that’s all women are supposed to be. The real Rosie (you know, the feminist icon?) is beautiful, and feminine, and strong enough to do the work necessary to keep her country safe, just the same as any man. Her worth is not in her appeal as a decorative object, but in the product of her labor and her own awareness of her abilities.
Rosie the Riveter. Accept NO substitutes.
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