That charity gala in Mayfair last autumn — champagne flutes, hushed bids on Basquiats I'd only seen in textbooks, and me realizing I'd rather be debugging a legacy codebase in my joggers. The woman next to me asked which hedge fund I worked for; I said I build websites, and she blinked like I'd admitted to foraging for mushrooms. Nobody's rude, exactly. They just don't have a category for you.