Some members of the Silent Generation, Baby Boomers and Gens X, Y and even Z have had it with the traditional definition of being "Grown-Up."
If we can chip in enough to pay the collective bills, we're on the right side of the maturity line. At age 11, I was designated "adult." That's because my Wallace Brown greeting card franchise generated revenue which kept the extended immigrant family going.
No surprise, more wounded human beings and those determined to prevent becoming the messes they observe in the mainstream work world are opting to join The New Bohemians.
Our only professional value is not to take (too much) crap in order to earn enough. Those doing the hiring and supervision in crazy jobs, contract assignments for creative and full-time positions requiring an open intelligence understand that. They know to treat us respectfully.
Just scroll through Craigslist help-wanted and there are tons of jobs we can get and do, easily. Ironically, our resume of crazy jobs is exactly the ticket to get another crazy job. Work in one call center, you can work in any. Mother's Day is coming up so some among The New Bohemians are landing $13 hourly gigs in flower ordering centers. Just as in Silicon Valley, many provide free eats.
Not that all New Bohemian employment is off-beat. Two years ago I pulled in record revenue creating buttoned-down speeches and opinion-editorials for establishment clients. I was treated very well. That's because the vibs I give off were not too hungry aka desperate. At least, not any longer.
It took a few decades to retrieve The New Bohemian ethos I had been brought up with. Since extreme success is the religion of America, it was easy to be seduced into the Church of Conspicuous Consumption. How did I flee the cult? That's for another column.