This guy too.
Sorry about your brother.
I said basically the same thing (see edits above) and presto! Another journalism major was born. 
I don’t know. The OP might be projecting some kind of insecurity. I imagine that most people making coffee at Starbucks are thinking, “Gee, I wish I were an accountant or something that makes more money. Then I could afford a vacation in the Bahamas.” I’d rather be an accountant who can afford to learn an instrument or write, than a “barrista” who doesn’t have time or energy to do anything else. I wouldn’t worry about imaginary claims by the person who makes my coffee. I’ve never actually come across the “I’m an artist” meme.
And I certainly wouldn’t let my insecurity put somebody down because they made less money than I do.
Is that insecurity? Or is it something else? A kind of contempt for people who haven’t “bought in” the way we have?
When I was in a creative writing program, one of my classmates, a hostile, disaffected fellow, used to snort out his cigarette smoke with a mighty sigh, plunge the butt into his espresso dregs, and pronounce, “For what I’m paying to be in this program, I could be living in a garret in Germany writing real fiction!” And I’d think, Yes, it would be lovely if you were there rather than here.
That’s the question I raised. Natch.
Well once one is making a living in the arts they are generally self employed…does that not make them now…“THE MAN”! :eek:
“The hardest thing to understand in the world is the income tax.”
- Albert Einstein
(apocryphal, as usual for him)
Aah, the sweet pain of recognition…
Actually I asked round my department a few days ago, ‘so, what the hell are you doing here?’ and yeah, we all feel pretty much the same way.
Funnily enough, even though I’m the accountant and all my friends (and for that matter, family) are layabouts, they’ve never given me grief about it. The only person that keeps admonishing me for ‘selling out to the MAN’, is… me. 
Oh well. At least I will, one day, own my own house.
(Not for a while though. That’s London for you. grumble)
Yet I’m often derided by some of the more “creative” twits that inevitably seep into my social circle for not being “creative enough”.
Excuse me for having a career and not resigning myself to a life of “unworthy” jobs because I’m REALLY SOMETHING MUCH BETTER.
Artistic fucks who manage to not only demean me but to also disennoble the service industry really get under my skin. “Well yeah, I’m a waiter, but I’m REALLY an actor”
And I could certainly do without comments like these:
"You’ve sold out man!"
Sold out? To whom? Jeezy don’t you think if I were to “sell out” I’d ask for a bit more. Cuz accountancy is such a lucrative profession!
"You’re just workin’ for THE MAN"
Just who the fuck is “THE MAN”? …and where do you work again? STARBUCKS, yeah* I’M * working for “THE MAN”! :rolleyes:
"But you don’t look like and accountant"
And what exactly does an accountant look like? I probably look more like one while I’m putting together a consolidated balance sheet. It’s just like when people say, “Oh, but you don’t look like you’re a "gay” WTF Just what does a “gay” look like, well maybe not so much at the moment, but I’m sure I look pretty “gay” when I’m getting plowed by a big ol’ hairy piece of man meat! :eek:
I PIT STUPID “CREATIVE” FUCKERS WHO WANNA LIVE IN A PLUSH SOCIETY AND REAP THE BENEFITS THEREOF YET STILL GIVE OUT TO US “CORPORATE DRONES” WHO MAKE IT ALL POSSIBLE FOR THEM! :smack:
I may be a cog in a wheel, but it’s us worker bees that make the “artistic” community possible.
*****credit where credit is due, Thank You SDMB for adding some vibrant color to the English Lexicon.
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This also describes my dad. Except for the bit about supporting himself with jobs. He doesn’t. He lets his new wife do that for him. :mad: