I adore my godmother. I didn't feel confident about introducing myself as a writer until
she introduced
me to
other people as a
writer, which was a pleasant surprise and has given me the confidence to keep doing so ever since.
Before then, my uncle told me that I can't call myself a writer until what I write sells under my name, which was immensely discouraging because I really didn't do anything else as a job
but write. Ghostwrite. SEO web content write.
Transcribe, if it came to that. If I couldn't call myself a writer, then I would essentially have to admit to being a nothing and that's just so depressing that it had a high potential of becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Unfortunately, most people don't understand that writing could be sufficient for living and try to ridicule my part time job.
People who have a 9 to 5 life just don't get it, and many, if not most, don't respect it
Yikes! It'd hate to live where you two do. I write freelance full-time, living the Bohemian life while working on my novel. My estranged and extended family are both immensely disappointed, but most people I've just met aren't so rude as to disparage somebody for the means they choose or resort to feed themselves and keep a roof over their head!
I mean, unless it's something illegal like prostitute, drug-dealer, or assassin for an organized crime syndicate.
I hate the question, and I find it rude in most instances. If you've just met someone you shouldn't ask them about their job unless they bring it up in conversation.
In most cultures, it seems to be an ice-breaker, like, "Do you have a significant other?" or "When are you and your significant other going to have kids?" (Which I also consider rude and presumptuous and nosy about something intensely private, and nothing's even ever happened to me to have a chip on my shoulder about it being a common conversation topic that's an ice breaker for complete strangers!)
But I can also sort of get why a job isn't considered private, because... well, it's essentially what we do for the society. Other people are also society. Therefore, it's taken for granted as such a peripheral thing to figure out how somebody else fits in. It's small talk. It's shooting the breeze.
(But seriously, though, intimate relationships interrogations from complete strangers have got to stop...)