"Seat at the Table" is a new series hosted by Isabelle Racicot, a well known television and radio host in Quebec, and Martine St-Victor, a communications expert, specializing in pop culture and politics, who runs her own PR firm in Montreal. In the segment of their show called Elephant in the Room, Racicot and St-Victor explore the idea that very successful women can make the rest of us feel bad about ourselves. About our choice to work hard. That the exhortations of uber-successful women on how we should be successful, happy, and healthy, and at the same time live more balanced lives, sometimes make other women feel guilty, unworthy, or unhappy with their own choices. And that this is particularly frustrating when these "helpful" exhortations are patently unrealistic. Or sometimes even hypocritical.
Racicot and St-Victor call out successful women like Arianna Huffington and Sheryl Sandberg who have both written and spoken on how to be successful and, at the same time, have more "balance" in our lives. Whether that means getting enough sleep like Huffington, or leaving the office every day at 5:30 like Sandberg. I chuckled as I listened to the clip from Arianna Huffington's Ted Talk on the importance of sleep because I used that same Ted Talk in a post I wrote about sleep a while ago. And, like Racicot and St-Victor, I noticed that, oddly enough, Huffington pitches sleep as a "feminist issue." As I said in my post, Huffington's Ted Talk was presented at a women's conference, so I guess she felt she had to spin the issue that way. Still, it seemed a bit like pandering to me. But never mind.
|The beavers in Algonquin Park have been working hard.|
Finally, Racicot and St-Victor talk about Indra Nooyi, CEO of PepsiCo. In an interview at the Aspen Ideas Festival in 2014, Nooyi is refreshingly honest and witty in her discussion of how hard it is to work and raise a family. You can hear the whole interview with Indra Nooyi here if you're interested. After jokingly making reference to an interview in which self-help guru, actress, and super-mom Gwyneth Paltrow tells Conan O'Brien that she would "rather die than let [her] kid eat Cup-a-Soup," St-Victor and Racicot exhort their listeners: "don't be a Gwyneth, be an Indra." They stress that most working women do not have the luxury of being able to make the kinds of choices suggested by wealthy and privileged women like Arianna Huffington, Sheryl Sandberg, and even Gwyneth Paltrow. But that's a whole issue in itself, isn't it? Still, despite all the celebrity advice out there Racicot and St-Vistor say they refuse to feel bad about loving their work, and working hard at their jobs.
So what the heck is my point in all this? Well. Kind of the same as Racicot and St-Victor's... at least partly. And it constitutes only a small part of the whole issue of work. That maybe working hard is getting a bad rap these days. We're all busy telling each other not to be so busy, not to make work our whole lives, not to work so hard that we have nothing but work in our lives... all of which I agree with. I think that work-life balance is very important. But it also seems we've lost the idea that hard work has its own benefits. Beyond climbing the corporate ladder. Beyond getting a pay raise to allow for the bigger house, the new car each year, the fancier vacation, whatever. We seem to have lost the idea that there is inherent value in doing a job as well as you can. No matter what that job may be.
|My step-father's old lumber mill, falling down now.|
And this week I started thinking about all of this with respect to blogging. Because now that I'm retired, and I'm no longer 'gainfully' employed, blogging has become my job. I mean, I don't make money from my blog. But it's more than just a "hobby" to me. And doing it as well as I can is important to me. How hypocritical would it be of me to spend all those years pushing kids to do their best, asking them to read, research, write, rewrite, and rewrite again, if I simply turned around and did the opposite? And what I gain from all my hard work is satisfaction. The opportunity to have a voice, have my say, so to speak. Plus, the chance to use my time and my abilities to do something I love. And if what I want to say is important to me, why would I not work hard to do it justice?
|Besides blogging I also work hard to keep up with Hubby.|
Don't get me wrong. I don't think that it's a bad thing for bloggers, or anybody doing any job, to be fairly remunerated for their hard work. That would be silly. I think people should be paid a living wage so young parents don't have to work three part-time jobs to make ends meet. And I regularly read and enjoy many excellent blogs which make money for the blogger. I look at a couple of these women bloggers as role models, and aspire to be as good as they are some day.
I know that being paid for our work is society's preferred way of saying that our work has value. But I'm saying that money is not the only compensation that makes our work worthwhile. That's the "elephant in the room" for me. When I was still teaching, I didn't make more salary if I worked harder, designed more creative lessons, or stayed up later researching a new idea. But I sure felt more satisfaction if I knew that I had done my very best for the kids.
So... should the blogger on the "big blog" I mentioned above have spent a few more hours, working harder to write a more worthwhile post which would probably not have garnered any more sales than the flippant one? I think so. Because if something is worth doing, isn't it worth doing well?
Gad. What a Pollanna I am.
Enough with all this serious stuff. I'm off to visit my buddy Liz at Nordstrom in a couple of days. Who wants to talk shopping?
P.S. I'm adding these few thoughts after I read Ramona's comment below. I tossed and turned last night after I hit publish on this post. Knowing that some readers would think I was missing the point. But that's because there are so many points in this issue to explore. I really believe in a fair wage for quality work. I also understand that so many of us do not have the luxury of angsting about whether our work is satisfying enough. As a single parent of four kids my mum worked two jobs when we were kids, before she married my stepfather and we moved to the farm. She couldn't quibble about work-life balance. She didn't have time.
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