I have long relied on my brain to earn a living. So when I met individuals that supported themselves through manual labor or crafting work, I felt cerebral snobbery.
I thought I had the advantage over them because I was fortunate to get my fair share of grey matter when the Gods handed out genetic fairy dust.
So I didn’t have to use my hands. I would encounter craftspeople beading away at outdoor art shows and comment on their jewelry. “That’s an adorable piece,” I would remark. “It looks like you are having fun.” How artsy-craftsy of them.Read more on themighty.com