I read a fantastic tweet recently which essentially said that getting a job you love does not mean, as the old saw says, never having to work a day in your life, but that you will in fact do far too much work, which is genuinely my plight right now. So when I picked up this picture book about an adorable little dog called Penelope who feels left out because everyone else in her family has a job, I immediately thought, “No, Penelope, don’t do it! Don’t let capitalism trick you into finding self-worth only through what the system deems valuable!”
Because let me tell you, being a loving dog to your family should be more than value enough. Offering comfort and joy in constant companionship with your loved ones is an underrated responsibility. Intangible contributions to a social unit have just as much value as fiscal ones, I promise you.
And, generously, one could argue that Penelope’s desire in this book to find a job comes less from wanting to feel like she needs to justify herself to her family, and more from a desire to give herself purpose by doing something that gives back to the community. I get that: I was the weirdo kid who set myself schoolwork back in the gap between private school and boarding school, because I didn’t know how else to quantify my journey as a constant learner. I just don’t want little kids to read this and think, “oh, do I need a job in order to matter? Am I just a burden otherwise?” as some other popular children’s media may imply. Work comes in many forms and rest is important, especially in a present-day where the gig economy ensures that so many of us are overwhelmed and underpaid.