All that this sort of “go for it” garbage accomplishes is to ensure that the only people in the arts are those with rich spouses or trust funds.
Doctors don’t have a Plan B? Bullshit. Doctors, engineers, plumbers, lawyers, and accountants all have Plans B, C, D, and even further. Every human being on Earth has a contingency plan, multiple ones if they are really successful. If I don’t get into that school, I need to apply to these ones. If I don’t get accepted at that firm, I need to line up these others. If this client doesn’t pony up on their check, I need a few more so that it balances out. And so on. These people — my people, as someone with a graduate degree in Physics — have Plans B through ZZ coming out their ears.
Goddamn it, this Hallmark-card “Live Your Passion!” horseshit condemns people from poor or working-class backgrounds to absolute exclusion from the arts. The truth is, the people who can romantically insist on their Passion and Commitment (and aren’t they just wonderful for it?) are the ones who have lived their entire lives with safety nets beneath them, to the point where they don’t even realize they’re there, or that other people don’t have them.
Any artistic career will take decades to bear fruit. If you want to be an artist of any kind, the entirety of your 20s and most of your 30s will be spent not making it. Funny enough, that also neatly encompasses the years during which you can expect to be pregnant and corralling young kids, something that Mr. Follow-Your-Passion doesn’t have to worry about personally, does he? Not like he will need insurance to cover well-woman or pre-natal care, will he? And if you don’t have a mommy and a daddy or a hubby (most often) to keep the bills paid in the meantime, you are royally fucked and will ultimately be forced to vanish from the scene without a trace. And Mr. Passion won’t even notice you’re gone.
I have seen far, far too many talented and gifted artists who lack those happy little safety nets become jaded, angry, and give the hell up, and not because they “lack passion” but because they lack food. Health insurance. A car. Many are forced to sell their instruments. Do you think they maybe needed a Plan B?
Plans B, C, D, and so one are absolute rock-solid necessities if you can expect to have to earn every single red cent you will ever spend on yourself. If someone else is keeping your lights on, then go Follow Your Passion and feel free to not to put on a financial seat belt first. You won’t need it anyway. Daddy/Hubby/Grandpapa already had an airbag pre-installed into the steering wheel of your life for you.
My god, this sort of horseshit destroys the arts. It also ensures that only the attitudes and mores of the white-collar upper-middle class and beyond are ever reflected in them. If you’ve always wondered why there are so many Lexuses and Infinitis parked in the lots outside of art galleries, now you know.
I’m sure he would make all the right concern noises about how he doesn’t really want the arts to be only the bailiwick of the trust fund set, but buddy, your entire attitude will bring that about. Going willingly into a profession that results in almost no money whatsoever for two fucking decades without preparing for it is suicide … unless you don’t need to prepare.
Man, does this steam me. Fuck this guy, and fuck his Passion.
“Call on God, but row away from the rocks.”