people keep saying money and power are the problem. i’ve never believed that. the problem has always been where they land.
i care about the world. genuinely. and because i care, i’m careful about not giving my power away — not to guilt, not to shame, not to the performance of being small so other people can feel morally clean. i’m not interested in sounding good while nothing moves.
i care about the ability to say yes without asking for permission. the ability to fund, protect, exit, support, preserve. the ability to move things instead of narrating how immovable they are.
money and power aren’t corrupting by default. they just amplify whoever is holding them. so yes, i want them in the hands of people who actually care.
i want to give more to the causes i care about — stopping wars, stopping genocides, protecting children, education, supporting artists and artisans, preserving traditional crafts and artisan communities, preserving culture without freezing it into museums or turning it into pity projects. keeping things alive, funded, and intact.
none of that happens because someone writes a beautiful paragraph about how powerless they feel. none of it happens because we collectively agree that wanting money is shallow. it happens because someone has enough leverage to write checks, build infrastructure, hire people, fund exits, and keep going without burning out.
the whole “i’m broke but morally pure” thing is not working. it’s not noble. it’s not sustainable. and it’s definitely not helping the people it claims to center. some of us who care have to be rich — obscenely rich, tactically rich, rich enough to not have to ask, explain, or beg. rich enough to absorb hits and keep moving. rich enough to make long-term commitments instead of one-off gestures.
and yes — i love material things. i love shopping. i love beautiful objects. i love excess when it’s intentional. i’m a slut for it. handbags, clothes, texture, shine. flame me if you need to. i’m not here to be ascetic. i’m here to do things my way.
i don’t want to spend my life whining about how powerless i am. i want to spend it being useful.
i’m not embarrassed about wanting money. i’m embarrassed by how many people pretend they don’t, while quietly resenting those who do something with it. this isn’t about accumulation for its own sake. it’s about custody — about who gets to hold power, and whether they do anything decent with it.
some people turn caring into a performance. i turn it into capacity.
special thanks to Paris Hilton.
that’s hot.