You can’t get out of the “what do you do” question. It is always, ALWAYS the first thing people ask after learning your name. I was told that Europeans consider it rude but apparently not since every single fucking European ever also does it in every conversation. What do you do? What is the only activity on the entire planet, in all of history, that you just spent 60 miserable, thankless and non-remunerative hours doing, and now are trying to spend one of your scant free moments escaping from– WHAT IS THAT THING, I demand that you tell me immediately and spend several minutes discussing it by rote, either for some venal “industry” reason or because I am so completely unimaginative that I’m incapable of discussing any other fucking topic. And you try to steer them away from it, and they fucking INSIST. “No, but really– what do you do?” I’m the Senior Vice President of Go Fuck Yourself. Jesus.
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August 26, 2012
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Ha! I always hated that question but people are conditioned to hear it too. I never ask that question but it seems no matter what I ask somehow that is the question that gets answered.
“I’m a drug dealer.” At fancy dinner parties. “I’m an ophthalmologist”. At gatherings of hipsters. “I’m a paragliding instructor”. Any cute chick under 20. Etc etc. And fully get into it, details and all. Especially the drug dealer variant.
I used to hate the question before I realized that it’s just bait, a way to shoot a targeted reaction missile into an otherwise totally boring situation.