Every time I'm at some law school alumni function and someone asks me what I do (represent victims of sex abuse/rape/child molestation in civil cases) people pause and say, "Oh, wow. I am so glad you do that because I couldn't." Or they make a face, or they do both. This always annoys me, because what they invariably do - family law or criminal defense or environmental regulatory something or other - would make me want to poke my eyes out with sticks.
Because I'm a civil litigator. I think in terms of motions to dismiss and summary judgments and the discovery avalanche that goes with any civil case. It's just that my subject matter is a lot more, well, lurid than most other stuff that gets litigated. And I can't talk about my cases in polite company (which, fortunately, I don't spend much time in) or in front of my toddler (where I do spend a lot of time). Still, what I talk about at work all day, every day, is pretty nasty stuff. I just...forget that sometimes.
Case in point? I was asked my favorite hat movie while hat shopping. The first thing that popped into my head was M, because of the great men's hats. I started to explain the film - directed by Fritz Lang, stars Peter Lorre, fabulous film...about a child murderer/pedophile being pursued by a group of beggars and the cops. I went on and on until I realized what I was talking about and I stopped. (The other person's favorite hat movie? The original Thomas Crowne movie. I felt about three inches tall for imposing my weird world on her, even briefly.)
But it really is a great film. Heck, come on over, and we can watch it together - I have a special anniversary DVD version. We'll just have to wait 'til after Peach has gone to bed.