I was talking to this girl who was in one of my online (at that point) classes. She didn’t want to “connect” via Facebook or Insta, but she really, really wanted my number…
From the way she spoke, and acted, and the sheer enthusiasm for everything, I assumed she must have been young, or, at least, younger than me…
I thought this a bit “mysterious”, so I tried to find her. The only place I could? LinkedIn. And fuck, what a LinkedIn…
I had never seen anything like it. It’s full of wokeness (pronouns, flags, “sovereignty never ceded”, “women in STEM”, Indigenous place names, and the most… Self-aggrandizing stuff I have seen on there for years)…
But not only that, she even has her own website… Where she posts her “work”, and also photos of herself, always wearing a suitably woke facemask, or facing away from the camera…
Even on her LinkedIn, it’s absolutely packed with photos and videos, but none of them directly show her face. That, combined with a list of achievements stretching back a decade that are really… Unusual for someone apparently without a degree (Executive Assistant to the Dean, CEO of an environmental org, etc.), just… Really weirded me out.
And yet, despite all this bullshit, she has less “Connections” on there than me (noting that I put zero effort into that place), barely has a “network”, and apparently spends all her time doing volunteer, unpaid work, for which she gets awards (and apparently “tops her class”), but apparently doesn’t actually have any evidence of a paid job, at the same time…
Anyway, I’ve seen this kind of thing before, generally from women. The kind of girl who only has paid, professional headshots on her Facebook. I always found that odd. That and all the “professional” bragging…
I just find it really weird. I suppose it is an extension of Instagram “hustle” culture, but professionalized… Though fuck, at least they attempt to look pretty, on Insta…
But yeah, I just don’t get it. I’ve truly never really understood this. Maybe it’s the depression. Maybe it’s the low self-esteem. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve achieved fuck all, in years. But I’ve never been the type of person who would hype myself up like that, on LinkedIn or whatever. If, by some miracle, I topped a class/assignment again, I really don’t think I would tell anyone much, let alone post about it!
Anyway, I just think this is a little sad, frankly. It makes me feel (much) worse, but it also makes this girl look like a complete narc, if nothing else…
Thoughts?
I realise that this is merely a symptom of current culture, but I hate it. I really do.
"Hustle culture"?
I suspect that the usual expressions, "hard work" and "ambition," have been folded into this neologism, a collective term used for identity politics purposes that makes lazy slobs like me, who just go along to get along, feel better about themselves. "Oh, no, I don't buy into that hustle culture jazz. I'm a nonconformist. Is it five o'clock yet?"
Stick to "workaholic." Or "mean motor-scooter and bad go-getter." I've always liked that one.
It's more like having five side jobs and no real one.
“The modern woman’s dream!”
It really is beginning to feel that way…
I unironically envy you.
I actually can't do that - just going along to get along, working whatever job, and accepting an "average" life...
I swear I've tried. I just... Can't.
And it's actually not great. Like, yes, "boohoo, how pathetic (of me)", but it leads to a great deal of frustration and deep, deep feelings of inadequacy...
I know I can do better. I try and do better. And then I fail, again and again. Far more than I have any right to.
So... There is absolutely nothing wrong with what you just described (see: John Denver's "Thank God I'm a Country Boy", for one example), and I genuinely wish I had it in me to think like that. But I don't.
Don't sell yourself short. We're all on our own journey. Unfortunately I've completely fucked up what I, and everyone else, expected of mine...
Hey, man, it's a cliche, but cliches tend to be true: It's never too late to start all over again. I, like most people, have led about three or four different lives so far at 61 (I think this might be my last version . . . I hope it's my next-to-last). And of course there have been many fuckups along the way, but who hasn't had them?