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Society loves to label things. There’s the “ideal” office job with unlimited coffee, there’s “dirty” manual labor, and there’s the “shameful” sex trade. But if you take off your rose-colored glasses and set aside corporate pretensions, the truth is that any job is a form of prostitution. We all sell our resources—our time and our health. It’s just a matter of price and quality.
Office Cuckold
Sitting in Zoom calls for 8 hours at a time, forcing a smile in front of a toxic team lead, and rewriting tasks on a shared board all in the name of the “company’s mission”—isn’t that a form of pornography? You’re selling your brain, your nerves, and, most importantly, your time—time that no one will ever give you back.
In IT, you’re just brainpower. They’ll use you as long as you keep churning out code, and they’ll toss you out as soon as AI can run without glitches. But in the meantime, you have to pretend you’re “part of the family.” And then it’ll turn out that you’re not a happy family after all, and they’ll throw you out onto the street, just like they’re doing to so many people right now.
In that sense, working as a butcher is much more honest. I show up, grab a knife, and chop up the carcass. I see the blood, I feel the weight of the meat, and I know what I’m being paid for. There are no hidden agendas or phony team-building exercises here. Meat doesn’t lie to me about “corporate values.”
Sale of the Resource
When I tried my hand at porn or went out dressed as a drag diva, I heard from one “friend”: “Oh my God, what a disgrace.” Sitting your ass off at the office until you get hemorrhoids and burning yourself out to ashes by the time you’re 35—that’s a disgrace, too, but the only ones who know about it are you and your hemorrhoid cream.
Any job is a form of exploitation of your body.
- In IT You're overworking your brain and your eyes, turning yourself into a hunched-over creature with an anxiety disorder.
- In butcher shop You push your muscles and joints to their limits, feeling a kind of fatigue that’s best relieved by a shower, not antidepressants.
- In sex industry You're exploiting your sexuality.
The only difference is which organ you're willing to "lease" to capitalism today.
The Hypocrisy of "White-Collar Workers"
It amuses me how people who have endured years of humiliation from their bosses and kissed up to them for a bonus dare to condemn those who have chosen “low-status” work.
Is working as a butcher a dirty job? Is starring in porn something to be ashamed of? And is spending the best years of your life writing reports that no one will ever read something to be proud of?
I've tried out different roles. And you know what? I give people what they need: food or entertainment. And I don't pull the wool over their eyes with "innovative solutions." I do my job and get paid.
Stop dividing work into “high” and “low.” We’re all standing in the market with a “For Sale” sign. Only one thing matters: do you feel like a human being after a day’s work, or like a squeezed-out piece of that very meat I chop up in the mornings?
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