that's how much f*ck capitalism

a labor day rant from a frustrated cat lady

*This post’s title is explained at the bottom for those who don’t get the movie reference.

Today, on Labor Day, just like every other weekday, I want to close my laptop and walk away, but I’m compelled to stay right here. I feel like I’ve been sitting sedentary in a gray desk chair, 21 inches from my computer screen for the past four years since I’ve been separated/divorced. This is driven by an underlying panic that shutting the laptop will cause me to 😱miSs SomEtHinG thAt WilL gEneRaTe IncoMe!!!😱 Nearly every sentence below could branch off into several more detailed posts on each complex topic, and I have solutions for exactly zero of them. Regardless, I’m attempting to capture and communicate this place where I find myself currently because I know there are women out there who can relate. I live to shine a light in the dark places, so let’s talk about the money anxiety capitalism breeds.

I am self-employed by choice, which is both a privilege and a hindrance. After I graduated fr…