When I was little, Id often get asked the same tired question by well-meaning adults, What do you want to be when you grow up?
Instead of the standard firefighter or ballerina response, Id answer what I truly felt was the coolest job I could think of. I wanna think up the names for nail polish and lipsticks.
Im gonna be the person who thinks of names like Melon-Berry Cha-Cha and Midnight Magenta Mayhem, Id chirp, unwittingly describing the role of a copywriter. And invariably this adult would turn to my parents and say, Shes not like the others, is she?
Welcome to my world.