A beginning coder's guide to structural design patterns with an alternate telling of Cinderella.
I’m Max Antonucci. I write code, blog posts, notebooks, and musings.
As a writer, I like explaining tough topics in simple, weird ways. I also write about random lessons and philosophies to avoid relearning them later.
As a chainsaw juggler, I don't do anything since I don't exist. I don't juggle chainsaws since '06.
If you're a white man or otherwise privileged person reading someone's painful lived experiences, don't respond in these ways.
Have you ever felt pressure to turn your hobby into a career or branding asset? That any activity has to have some tangible, profitable value instead of just doing it for joy?
I think this has sent my drawing hobby in a now-predictable loop of events:
- Resume drawing for its freeform expression
- Start thinking of ways to incorporate it more into my writing or programming work
- Feel increasing pressure to do the above
- Drawing suddenly feels like a work chore instead of a hobby
- Give up drawing and look for another hobby to focus on
I don’t know if the capitalism culture I grew up in is to blame, or just me putting too much pressure on myself. Whatever the cause, I know this mindset isn’t healthy.
Something I’ve noticed is people with the most privilege are most likely to deny it exists. Or at least muddy the waters enough so any attempt to bring attention to it falls apart.
It’s most often the second one since it’s easier to disguise it as only “asking a question” or “trying to be fair.”
Because it's always, always, ALWAYS white men who feel the need to respond the way that you've just done, Joshua. https://t.co/b2R85nTdBI— Charlie Don't Surf (@sonniesedge) July 31, 2019
Why does this happen? My guess is it makes it easier for them to believe their privilege wasn’t a factor in their success. In a society with the core mantra “hard work will get you there,” it’s tough to accept we had some built-in cheat codes. I still struggle with this myself and it’s painful.
That changes the more I read about the world and others’ lived experiences. It’s harder for even the most defensive part of my brain to deny it. So while it hurts, I keep listening. When I get the urge to push back against facts and lived experiences, I remember to listen.