A conversation which took place when I was about 12.

Snide form tutor: "So, Marv, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Marv: "I don't know."
Snide form tutor: "Well, you'll have to be something, unless you want to be a kept woman."
Marv: "Well, I can think of worse fates."

I met my dear friends from school at the weekend and we had a very jolly lunch in a pub in Wantage. I explained that I am moving to France but I'm not sure what I'm doing for a job yet so James will be earning the pennies for a little while. This prompted C to observe that I am, temporarily going to become a kept woman and that Snide Form Tutor was, yet again, wrong.

Hurray! Another demon slaughtered!