There is something very beautiful and intimate about being treated like a lower class merely for being a youthful and attractive 23-year-old. It's almost as if there is a sort of envy emanating from Gen X's pores when they see me. Someone so beautiful and successful with a whole life ahead of them. I get a rush when someone talks down to me, goosebumps on my arms and chills down my spine. I've accidentally made someone really important really self-conscious. I'm a walking funhouse mirror. There is an advantage the powerless hold when the powerless have youth and beauty on their side. I like to be reminded of it while I can.
How about you, what do you do for work?
