“I DO NOT DREAM OF LABOR” this “LATE STAGE CAPITALIST BRAINROT” that- well I do. I do dream of labor. Idleness makes my hands buzz and my eyes glaze over. Of course I enjoy rest (what little of it I get with my job) but ultimately, yes, I do dream of labor. Labor is what I dream of most in fact-
I dream of creating : of having time to knit and sew and embroider my own garments, rather than let my yarn collect dust in my closet. I dream of creating poetry and art and spending hours illustrating something beautiful and having the time and energy to focus only on that.
I dream of biking the back roads of my town with my brother again collecting litter that we see and filling up plastic bags to sort into recycling and trash (two summers ago was the last time we biked together- the litter is building up now in the ditches).
I dream of tilling the soil in my mothers garden and watering the tomatoes and peppers and zucchini and Persian squash in the garden until I can harvest it. I dream of watering my neighbors garden and feeding her chickens every morning and every evening while they are away on vacation for a week. I dream of driving to my grandmothers house twice a week and bringing her fresh fruit bread and vegetables and cooking for her while she sits in the sun eating tomato salad I made.
I dream of mowing my mothers lawn and making my brother lunch and baking treats for the teachers room at work.
I dream of academia and dedicating hours to research to archaeology and anthropology and spending long hours on dig sites and in the lab as that was when I was the happiest in college.
I am one of the few people who can say that I really, truly, from the bottom of my heart, love my job and come home from work feeling a sense of fulfillment and pride in my work. I am a teacher and I dream of spending hours teaching children to read, teaching ancient civ and history, of reading texts on effecting teaching methods and finding interesting assignments for them. I dream of teaching them to draw during their free periods. I dream of taking them to the library to practice reading and language comprehension skills- of taking the time to sit with middle schoolers with learning disabilities and dedicate my time and energy to teaching them how to be functional adults and making their lives better. I dream of labor, yes, and I would bet that most of the tiktok communists who say “I do not dream of labor” fucking do to.
Labor is fulfilling. Humans dream to create and do something worthwhile- otherwise we lose our minds! But we are at such a late stage capitalism here in the west (specifically America) that we associate labor with exploitative labor.
I love my job- but I do not dream of skipping my lunch break. I do not dream of working 8:45-4:00. I do not dream of staying after work until 4:35 unpaid. I do not dream of small classrooms with little supplies. I do not dream of understaffed schools and overstuffed classrooms forcing teachers to stretch themselves too to pick up the slack. I do not dream of sending emails after working hours. I do not dream of forty minute unpaid commute due to dysfunctional public transport. I do not dream of coming home and crying from stress every night. I do not dream of my feet and ankles swelling and hurting so badly after a full day of work that all I can do when I get home is shower and sleep with my feet elevated to lessen the pain enough to slip my shoes on the next day. I do not dream of the pay being such that I have to live with four roomates in the city I live in, AS A CITY EMPLOYEE!!! IM A FUCKING PUBLIC SERVANT!! I WORK FOR THE CITY BUT DONT GET PAID ENOUGH TO LIVE IN THE CITY!!
I do dream of labor fuck I love labor but exploitation has made me resent work which I should love, and has taken up so much of my time that I have no energy to garden or to clean the roads or to knit gifts for friends and family anymore. I know that there are people who dream of being truck drivers and baristas and grocery store employees. I know that there are people who would feel fulfilled by being garbage men and construction workers and dishwashers, but who can’t because the abuse would kill them and the hours are too long.
I dream of labor I’m a world where I am not abused and where all my basic needs are met - I dream of labor in a world where labor isn’t the price of being alive, but rather one of the many joys of it.
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But while in many parts of the world socialist ideas (such as free public education and a graduated income tax) helped achieve greater social equality and brought relief from brutal poverty for millions of peasants and industrial workers, socialism and communism also retained important androcratic components. Part of the problem lay in communist theory. Marxism, which developed into one of the most influential ideologies of modern times, did not abandon the androcratic tenet that power is to be attained through violence, as attested by its well-known adage "The end justifies the means." And part of the problem lay in how Marxism was applied in the first nation that adopted communism as its official ideology: the Soviet Union. Marx and Engels had recognized that a profound alteration of relations between women and men during prehistoric times ushered in the class society they so abhorred. Consequently, in the early years of the Russian Revolution there were some efforts to equalize the position of women. But in the end, men—and just as critically, "masculine" values—remained in control.
Indeed, one of the most instructive lessons of modern history is how the massive regression to violence and authoritarianism under Stalin coincided with the reversal of earlier policies to replace patriarchal family relations with an equal relationship between women and men. As Trotsky was to remark (but only after his fall from power and exile), the failure of the communist revolution to achieve its goals in large part stemmed from the failure of its leadership to bring about a change in patriarchal relations within the family. Or in our terms, it lay in the failure to bring about any fundamental changes in the relations between the two halves of humanity, which continued to be based on ranking rather than linking.
During the nineteenth and into the twentieth century other modern humanist ideologies—abolitionism, pacifism, anarchism, anticolonialism, environmentalism—also emerged. But like the proverbial blind men describing the elephant, they each described different manifestations of the androcratic monster as the totality of the problem. At the same time, they failed to address the fact that at its heart lies a male-dominator, female-dominated model of the human species.
The only ideology that frontally challenges this model of human relations, as well as the principle of human ranking based on violence, is, of course, feminism. For this reason it occupies a unique position both in modern history and in the history of our cultural evolution.
-Riane Eisler, The Chalice and the Blade: Our History, Our Future
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I should start reading theory again.
I don't get the people that characterize theory as a bore. When I first started discovering it, it was absolutely thrilling. After spending my life until that point immersed in liberal politics, I finally encountered a radical, unabashed vision that the world could not only be radically different, but better even, and that it wasn't a savior that we were waiting for, some necessary great man or men to come along and save us, but that average, everyday people could work together to achieve it.
Marx for me was just the beginning, but that was also the thrill when you discover an entire knew world of thought out there. You don't like Marx? Here's Bakunin. Sure, you have to read Lenin, but if you don't like him then here's all the people the criticized him. You know Helen Keller was a socialist with a body of work to her, right?
I know I still have a lot to learn, and the past is an exceptional resource. These are men and women whose words mobilized millions and inspired billions, and continue to echo to us even today.
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Chapter 14 Part 8: Rausten has no minimum wage laws
So if Ephraim talks to Rennac, it's possible to pay him money and recruit him.
But if L'Arachel talks to Rennac, we get him for free!
"Oh, Rennac! So this is where you were!"
Rennac is not immediately willing to go with his former employer.
"I'm working for Grado now, and... Hey! Are you even listening!?"
L'Arachel continues to not listen to Rennac, but she does assure him,
"If you have something to discuss, I'll listen, so please come along with me quickly now!"
"No, see, I'm not like that old Dozla guy! I was just hired by you temporarily!"
Rennac brings up the lack of payment, and L'Arachel responds,
"Oh? If payment is the issue, you've already received plenty, have you not?"
To which Rennac responds, "I was practically working for free, running around wherever you decided to head off to next!"
"Ah, but the joy of doing the right thing is something that cannot be exchanged for any amount of money!"
"So, now that you are satisfied, let us be off!"
(lol, L'Arachel is great)
Of course, the working person in me is shocked--SHOCKED--at the casual mistreatment of my comrade, Rennac, by the undeserving bourgeoisie, L'Arachel.
But the way L'Arachel just utterly defuses his arguments is hilarious, and if he really wanted to, he could just leave. So obviously, Rennac likes being stepped on, and there's no shame in that. (Unless of course you want there to be shame in that, in which case, go for it. Savor that shame!)
Here's what Rennac brings to the table. A member card! Yeah! We can visit secret shops with this. (Spoiler alert: I will forget to visit the secret shop on this map because I am stupid.)
He also had the slender spear that he got from the chest he opened while he was still an enemy unit. And his stats are fine. They are better than level 2 Colm's stats.
Look, he can even do a murder!
Since Ephraim has fallen a bit behind, he takes care of this archer and gets more stronk.
Ross treats the treasure room like his own personal gym.
And at some point, Moulder finally wakes up and can heal Lute for the damage she's taken.
As soon as she's healed up, she can run off and mess up one of these mage reinforcements. Vanessa is also finally able to catch up to her at this point.
"Lute."
"Lute!"
The voice surprised Lute and caused her to turn and look at its source. It was...that bishop with the mustache.
"By the stones, are you all right?" He ran over to her and raised his heal staff.
"I am alright. I used my magic and took out those knights. There's someone with a berserk staff nearby, but he couldn't get me because my magic was too strong."
The healing light washed over her, and Lute relaxed slightly.
"You gave everyone a scare!" Moulder frowned, "Of course, I missed most of it. I can't believe I got hit by that sleep spell. But when I came to just now, Vanessa asked me to come make sure you were ok. I think she was very worried about you running off to the front lines like that..."
Lute felt annoyed at the mustache man's comments. He was the one who got hit by a sleep spell. She managed to avoid the berserk spell 3 times. Why was he saying these things anyway? "I'm the best mage in this army. I was fine," she said curtly.
Moulder tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes. He sensed some tension in Lute's response, but he wasn't sure where it was coming from. But years of religious work had taught him a lot about how to defuse tensions and talk to--and most importantly, listen to--others.
"My apologies, Lute. I am well aware of how good a mage you are. I just thought that you should know that Vanessa seemed very worried about you. You two are friends, right?"
Lute stayed silent and stared at him. Moulder had trouble reading her face, but she didn't seem particularly upset now. "I've known Vanessa for a number of years now, but I haven't seen her make many friends up until now. She's a talented young woman, and an amazing soldier, but she's, uh, a little overly-serious perhaps. I think it's made it difficult for her to get along with people her age." Moulder chuckled, "She gets along just fine with an old man like me though!"
Lute was still silent. "Well, I didn't mean to start talking. I think we've taken out most of the soldiers around here, but this is still a battle zone. We shouldn't dally." He was about to walk back to make sure the others behind were alright and not in need of medical aid, when Lute finally responded.
"Vanessa..." she paused. Moulder could see her running her fingers across the cover of the tome she was holding. There was something very tense and nervous about the gesture. Her eyes didn't meet his. "I don't know if we're friends."
Lute was silent, but Moulder somehow felt that she had more to say, so he waited.
After a long pause, Lute continued, "She's angry at me."
"Oh?" Moulder asked. "What makes you think that?"
"I got her in trouble with Ephraim, because I had to teach the boy magic to get the draco shield and I forgot about the guard duty and then I didn't know what to say and I dropped the talisman and I didn't tell her why I was upset and my grandma always told me that people don't like it when I don't tell them what I'm thinking, but sometimes I'm not sure what to say it's not like magic spells because I can memorize those."
The words spilled out at a rapid pace, without much pause between one sentence and another. Moulder wasn't sure entirely what she was talking about, but he could see from the way she was running her fingers across the tome cover, scratching it almost, that she was very upset.
"Well, like I said, I've known Vanessa for many years now, and while I don't always know everything she's thinking, I've gotten pretty good at reading her. She hasn't said anything to me to make me think she's angry at you. Quite the opposite, in fact. Recently, it seems like you have come up a lot in her conversations. That's why thought that the two of you were friends."
Moulder paused, but Lute didn't seem about to respond. Moulder continued talking, "I really don't think that Vanessa is angry at you, but I could ask her for you. Would you like that?" Moulder had spoken to Lute enough at this point to pick up on the fact that she didn't seem very talkative, or eager to reach out to others, and he knew from experience that sometimes people like that just needed some help moving a conversation along.
"Yes." Lute spoke without expression on her face, but she did look somewhat more relaxed, and Moulder heard less tension in her voice.
Moulder heard some noise from a side hallway. He was reminded of the fact that they were on a battlefield. Oh, it would be nice to be done with this awful war! He could get back to doing what he was doing now with Lute; talking to people, listening to people, and helping people. That's what he wanted to be doing!
The noise seemed to spur Lute into action again.
"There are more enemy soldiers. I can take care of them. Thank you for healing me...bishop."
"You can call me Moulder. It sounds like the name of that magician who first made the Elwind spell, Coulder, right?" Moulder smiled.
Lute's eyes opened a little wider and her face brightened for the first time since they had started talking. "Yes, Coulder. I read all about him in 'The History of Anima Magic: Volume 2. He was from Renais, just like me."
She hesitated, and then looked over her shoulder where the noise was coming from, "Um, I need to go now. Bye, Coulder."
And with that Lute urged her horse on and galloped away towards the noise of the oncoming enemy soldiers.
And on the right side, Gerik and Rennac continue to take out reinforcements.
Next time: Holding pattern
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