The big question, or a big question, is should we define ourselves by our jobs. Indeed, how many classes must a man teach before you can call him a man? There are jobs, however, of such singularity and uniqueness that it seems that the very essence of a person is a coagulation of sweat and steel that fuses their working and private selves. Their specific sagacity gives them a universal appeal but are there comparable jobs in the modern world? To paraphrase the great Black Eyes Peas, where is the love (of romantic jobs)? Continue reading
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