Ever since I quit my “real” job — the one that required me to put on a cute outfit and leave the house every morning — I’ve had a problem with the question “What do you do?” I tend to fumble around a response before slowly slinking off or feigning interest in a distant object. Without the benefit of a traditionally defined job, there is no quick response.

Even in seemingly innocuous situations, “What do you do?” bothers me.   Continue reading…