A few years ago, I had lunch with a female friend in the magazine business. Our talk turned to our respective childrens’ futures, essentially the same conversation parents have been having since Adam and Eve bemoaned what might happen to Cain and Abel: what will our kids do with their lives? (Turns out those two siblings really did have bad stuff in their later years.)
This woman, highly successful in her field, noted that she’d be happy to have her son grow up to be a skilled craftsman, like a carpenter. No, I said. Skilled craftsman, yes, but have him become a welder.