Okay, the quiz says I'm Nouveau Riche, but confusing. I can live with that.

Oh Maria, it doesn't really bother me. We joke about it constantly ("Yep, my job is lame. I'm just going to sit here in my beautiful house and think about how lame it is.")

I just thought it was a good example of the class dichotemy since he straddles such a stange line. He's got the whole shiny television/celebrity status points but then loses them because of the "low class-ness" of the actual show.

Chintz vs. Shag said I was ecclectic and made it nervous and would I please take the test again.

Me too.

I never know what to say to "what do you do" for work because the job title really is weird and describes nothing and there aren't really industry (and I'm not even in industry!) terms for my mishmash. So I say customer support, even though that's only 50% and even so, it is more complex than that.

What I actually do requires a paragraph. Or a bullet list.

Or I just say I'm a glorified peon in pseudo- academia.

I never know what to say to "what do you do"

I'm in computers. But what do you do? Analysis. Analysis? Yeah. Oh, and I teach martial arts.

That makes the change the topic, or opens them to me talking interminably about krav. My parents don't really understand what I do, and I don't feel any value is added to most of my relationships by understanding what an Application Architect does wrt content management. Bores me to talk about.

ita is me.

16 Bohemian Mix , 07 Money & Brains , 03 Movers & Shakers , 01 Upper Crust , 04 Young Digerati

Also I am Nouveau Riche. As others have said, Bestsellers? Only by accident.

And "Name That Class" had me flipping between old and new money with every question. If only I had a bank account to match my apparent personality.

My parents don't understand what I do, either. They're still waiting for me to come to my senses and become a teacher like everyone else in my family.

There's just something all kinds of twisted about this:

The D.A. said today that he would probably seek the death penalty for the suicidal man who left his S.U.V. on a track.

My neighborhood:

61 City Roots, 40 Close-In Couples, 54 Multi-Culti Mosaic, 26 The Cosmopolitans, 59 Urban Elders

Which is probably about right. I don't fit into any of the descriptions, really, except one age one. But that's fine.

The D.A. said today that he would probably seek the death penalty for the suicidal man who left his S.U.V. on a track.

I dunno. It feels like irony, but I don't wanna piss that ranty guy from bon's link off.