There is. My father's bragging about me working for NASA and all but he doesn't even understand what I do there. That doesn't feel honest at all. I model electromagnetic interferences in coherent radiotelescopes, it's nothing huge, basic linear algebra. But ohhhhh, it's written NASA on my paycheck, better tell all the neighbors. Is like him to come pay me a visit once in a while instead. Then again no, I don't even care any longer.
He takes me on a drive around downtown at night, windows down, music blasting :3