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“I feel that today I can adopt that personality. Be the shark, the winner; take on the personality of women who’ve turned work into some sort of sacred virtue, the way motherhood used to be, and who hang up photos in their offices with the hashtag #GirlBoss. I’ll turn into capitalism’s idea of a feminist for the next eight hours. An überwoman who can handle everything. The kind who has routines from five to nine and then from nine to five. Some sort of cyborg promoted by business schools, with all the positive qualities associated with women but without any of the bad ones: the disciples of Sheryl Sandberg who want to break the glass ceiling with their stiletto heels and leave the broken glass on the floor for the South American cleaning lady to deal with, and whose idea of equality is having a parking spot in the fancy area reserved for the executive board.”
― El descontento
― El descontento
“How far one will stray to find a new home?”
― Doppelganger: A Trip into the Mirror World
― Doppelganger: A Trip into the Mirror World
“What neither that doctor nor the therapist understood was that the stress was caused not by what I did at my job but, as I’d tried to explain to him, by having to go to work. Spending eight hours from Monday to Friday on alienating and unsatisfying tasks, surrounded by people with whom I was forced to have futile and boring conversations full of absurd platitudes about mortgages or parking spaces or the words their children said wrong or the last series they’d watched on Netflix. All that time I was giving to others instead of staying at home reading or drawing or simply looking at the ceiling, half naked, observing the cracks. I couldn’t stand the idea of being forced to live that office pantomime in perpetuity just to pay for things like rent or food or a book or a weekend at the beach. I broke down every morning when the alarm beeped because life, lived this way, seemed like a badly written tragedy, boring and sterile, devoid of fun and, even worse, devoid of content, and so, on my way to work, I felt like grabbing strangers by the shoulders and asking them why they weren’t feeling like me. What was their secret, how did they manage to maintain their composure, why didn’t they cry every time their alarms beeped?”
― El descontento
― El descontento
“I’ve been doing the same thing for eight years, and I know it doesn’t help anyone. I know the world would be a better place if jobs like mine didn’t exist. I know I take advantage of people’s insecurities and their desire to thrive in a society where no one can improve. And I know this because even I, after an eight-hour day full of elevator conversations that drive me to low-stakes suicidal ideation (like stapling my hand to get out of a meeting that makes me understand the true meaning of the word “infinite,” or pouring boiling water from the office kettle onto myself so I can spend five to ten days at home with my feet up), still believe that the solution to all my problems will be a floral Zara dress made in Bangladesh that has followed me on every website I’ve visited today, and that, in all certainty, will be worn by millions of women on the street next season. I still believe that dress will turn me into a different woman, a happy, carefree, springtime version of myself. I know that when you buy something, what you’re paying for is the promise of a better life. I know I’m also taking advantage of and accepting money from mediocre clients who think the greatest act of creativity is your smell, of leaving an impression, of not being a gray, boring person who spends two hours of their life every day getting to and from work. I sell the possibility that today, yes, today, with the help of that floral perfume, something extraordinary will happen to you. I’m not selling the umpteenth vacuum cleaner that no one needs; I’m selling the idea of having a nice, clean house, of being able to take a photo of that cute little corner you decorated Pinterest-style, uploading it on Instagram, and getting a lot of likes. Then I pitch a creative idea that’s like all the other creative ideas, the ones that came before and the ones that will come afterward. The lipstick effect. The smell of memories. Your dream house. They buy my idea, they pay us, I get congratulated, and we start all over again.”
― El descontento
― El descontento
“You only realise in hindsight that your breakdown was a breakthrough.”
― A Year of Nothing: The inspiring Observer Book Club pick
― A Year of Nothing: The inspiring Observer Book Club pick
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