5.) The "Artist"
When she explained that she's some sort of artist -- a writer, a photographer, a musician, or whatever -- you just figured she was explaining a hobby
. After a while (including spending hours upon hours at First Fridays downtown) you realize that this is really what she does
. She never really has anything to do, other than smoke cigs with her friends, who all have matching cutoff jeans, flannel shirts, and holes in their ears. The absolute worst thing you could do with the "artist" is to tell her what you really think about her "art," or insist on putting quotation marks around "art."