The idea that you can be defined - or confined - by a lazy single word category.
When people ask 'What do you do?' they mean 'How do you earn money?'
As though the answer will give them any insight into who you really are.
Yet, at different times in my life, I could have responded with any of the following:
shop assistant, editorial assistant, data controller, book keeper, administrator, finance officer, stock controller, farm labourer, building labourer, painter and decorator, student, photojournalist, sewer of hair extensions, sewer of knitwear, wedding photographer, life model for sculptures, childminder, freelance editor, writer ...
So would any of those answers have told you anything about the real me?
And when people ask, they want a one word answer. They don't want you to ramble on with 'Well I do this, but I also do some of that, and this time last year I was doing those, but this time next year I might be doing something else ...'
There are other way labels are used that irritate me.
I don't like 'The elderly' or 'The disabled' as shorthand ways of describing people who just happen to be ...
Sure, this is just semantics and there are plenty more important things to get het up about.
But that doesn't mean it isn't worth thinking about.
Labels symbolise an attitude.
I don't like them. (Have you guessed that?)
So it should have come as no surprise when a silent revolution took place in the labels boxes on my posts.
It started here, with a question.
Progressed to here, with a slogan.
Then somehow - without me even being aware - the fish began to plot ...
I think it was the next step of a logical red herring here that led to them finally taking control.
Down with labels.
Long live the piscine revolution.
So long and thanks for all the fish ...