Your Unemployed Daughter

Moms rock. Even when you’re a bratty teenaged girl and they won’t let you borrow that appliqued sweatshirt with the puffy moon and stars and you just about think it’s the end of your world because now how in heavens will TK notice you?—moms rock.

Because only a mom would do you the favor of telling you that you can’t borrow that heinous creation. Only a mom would keep that sweatshirt all to herself, no matter how much you beg and plead, because that’s how much you mean to her.

Moms are all-knowing (‘member the time she sniffed out the bathtub vodka on your breath when you came home from your first makeout party?), all-powerful (she could ground you with her eyes, punish your brother for smoking pot in the garage, vacuum the living room, and never even leave the kitchen), and, it turns out, totally awesome career placement specialists.

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I recently got this note from Judd Marcello, fellow blogger, music aficionado, and husband to one of my college roommates: “I’m about to be unemployed once we move to London. Does YUD need guest bloggers? A “YUS” [Your Unemployed Son] perspective? A UK perspective?”

To update you briefly: J, my roommate, then housemate, now simply good friend across the world, moved to Boston after we graduated from our esteemed East Coast university. She took a job with a certain established company and has been with them ever since, moving, along with her promotions, from Boston to Miami to Sydney and now to London.

Judd has carved out his own career in each of those locales, bypassing established career path norms and hurtling conventional ladders to do what works for him—and what he’s really good at.

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