When you work, you are somebody.
I can already foresee the problem. Say we're at a party, we meet some new people. They ask me "what do you do, Sydney?" I tell them I'm a CFO at a venture capital firm", translation: I am somebody. Then they ask my husband, "Doug, what do you do?" He tells them "I take care of Sydney." Not only does he get points for being somebody, but also points for being a really cool guy, a stay at home husband, what a novelty. (Not to mention, he becomes more attractive to other women--"you mean he does ALL the cooking?" Nothing sexier than that, I know.) A real conversation starter.
Now imagine the same party but I'm retired too. What does Sydney do, nothing. What does Doug do, nothing. (He can no longer take credit for taking care of me, now I have the time to do that myself.) Perhaps they ask us what we do all day, gardening, cooking, home-improvement projects, perhaps a bike ride. "How nice," they say, and having lost total interest in us, move on to go meet somebody with a job.
I imagine this is much the same as some women experience who have quit their jobs to stay at home and raise children. I've heard that conversation at a party, heck, I've been on the other side of that conversation. "Jane, what do you do," I ask. Jane tells me she stays home now to take care of her kids; perhaps she feels compelled to tell me what she used to do, you know, when she was somebody. I have no kids so not really sure where to go conversationally. Perhaps I ask how old the kids are, how many, what grade they are in. "How nice," I say as I leave to go meet somebody with a job.
So it appears, if I am going to retire and be somebody, I'm going to have to get busy skydiving, climbing Mt. Everest, or helping to solve world hunger. Something like that.