Who the fuck cares where you went to school or where you work? The question is: Is your everyday experience good, healthy, beautiful? Because I have to tell you, while it might be cool to work for a company like Google, Apple, or The New Yorker, if your job is stupid, stressful and your boss is an asshole, there is nothing good or prestigious about that. While it might seem right to go to a school like Berkeley, if classes are overcrowded and students are nervous, anxious, religious zealots from Orange County, are you sure you want to go there? What’s good about that? To believe in prestige is to privilege abstract, collective impression over palpable, daily experience. To which I say: fuck prestige. Do what serves your everyday vitality.
I kind of don’t get this, his message is messy. While I don’t care about what school you went to, I am very interested in what work you do. It tells me a lot about you. I’m not impressed, I’m interested. I’m interested in people who do social work, or people who are marine biologists, or cooks or gardeners or teachers or tarot readers or healers or artists. All jobs are stressful, a lot of jobs mean working with assholes. Learning how to deal with this makes you awesome.
I think this person who wrote this just doesn’t know what kinda work they want to contribute to yet and that is very, very ok but his rant feels more like an angry attack to justify his position rather than accepting and letting go.