Our values, lifestyles and lack of wealth mirror those of the 1970s Counterculture, being a graduate student or even how people made it during The Great Depression.
Regarding the latter I know all about the fun parts of that. As a Baby Boomer, I grew up with immigrant family recounting the good old days when everyone had nothing and everything. The everything part refers to a sense of self, generosity from friends and optimism that "this too will pass."
Essentially, we New Bohemians are educated, minimalist ranging from our residence to what we will deign to worry about, and stubborn regrading the work we will do. Enough money to pay the bills is enough.
More than that means the option to travel between jobs or careers or hunker down and write some short stories about the ethos of the lap dance. One of my colleagues, a Gen Xer with an Ivy pedigree, could emerge as the thought leader on the undiscovered artistry present in strip clubs.
What makes a job qualify as a "crazy one," at least according to us The New Bohemians? It is outside our career paths (at least those road-most-traveled ones). It pays from $10 to $18 an hour. Most co-workers have advanced degrees. Management is enlightened, respectful of our labor. And there is no drain on our brain power so that we can do the tasks and still retain our identities as kinds of philosopher kings. We insist on thinking, all the time.
Between crazy jobs we usually pursue our real careers. Those might be contract document reviewers, writers, spirituality instructors or even ordained ministers, landscaper, gypsy scholar, executive coaches, consultants, dog breeders, contract paralegals or forever students. Given the rollercoaster economy, increasingly those interim sources of income become necessary. Yet, we are picky about what we do. I turned down an offer because it was obvious my future co-workers took things way too seriously.
Of course, crazy jobs aren't new. In high school, I was part of the fun bunch who operated machines injecting two pennies as change in cigarette packages for vending machines only taking quarters. That left me with a permanent comic mindset about the world of work.
This is the first of reflections on The New Bohemians. The possible takeaway is this: You won't frame what you do to pay your bills with great gravitas and you will give yourself permission to not be rich or even try to become that.