Why Nothing Gets Done

You know why I hate departmental meetings?

Because nothing ever gets done.

And you know why nothing ever gets done?

Because people – great, well-intentioned, brilliant, hard-working people – keep raising endless, nit-picking objections to every single proposal. As a result, every practical suggestion is drowned in a mass of clarifications, footnotes, parentheses that dilute the suggestion to the point where nothing of value can ever come out of it.

And this annoys me and raises my blood pressure to the point where you can boil a kettle on the nape of my neck.

I was asked to comment on a post that responds to the study of job market trends I linked earlier today. That post illustrates exactly what I find so obnoxious about so many of my colleagues. Its author berates the study’s creator for not mentioning that a global economic crisis started in 2008. Of course, people who have not suffered extensive brain damage in the past five years are not likely to remain unaware of the crisis but who cares about a minor detail like that when you have the perfect opportunity to nitpick?

The rest of the post offers a perfect example of academic self-loathing and temerity. “We need to sit very quietly,” its author seems to suggest. “Because actual human beings find us unacceptable”:

Because here’s the thing: people don’t like academics. They don’t. We can have a long conversation about the reasons why and the consequences, but that’s the fact.

I haven’t met any people who dislike academics, so I’m venturing a guess that they can be found among fans of Fox News and Duck Dynasty. In any case, they are very unlikely to frequent Rebecca Schuman’s blog where the study in question was published. So the idea that we will get “them” to like “us” by making it very clear we have noticed the recession seems a little too hopeful.

Nit-picking and self-loathing are small potatoes, however, compared to the quality that academics possess in excessive degree and that routinely drives me to distraction. I’m talking, of course, of drama-queenishness. I will always feel an alien in this culture of overwrought melodramatic self-pity:

They become, instead, merely more suckers in an economy full of suckers, losers in a society where the loser-winner split is something like 99 to 1. . . They want to represent their very real, very degrading labor market problems and poor working conditions as special, and the academy as a specially exploitative employer. But there is nothing special about us. The academy is a factory, like any other, and we’re all assembly line workers*, and until we accept that fact and work in tandem with the rest of the losers in a comprehensively broken economy, no positive progress will be made.

I read this and I imagine an aging provincial actor who has always played very minor parts and now has suddenly been given an opportunity to play Hamlet. So he wheezes, rages, and thrashes about, knowing that this is his first and last chance to shine.

This happens all the time with academics who slip into cheap melodrama without any provocation. And while we all declaim, preach and rant about the abject horror of our overfed existences, nothing ever gets done.

Of course, the author of the quoted post is still very young, so let’s hope that this is all just a pose and not his actual way of being. There is still time to ditch melodrama and self-pity. The army of academic drama queens does not need yet another recruit.

* Yes, this is from the same article that berates somebody else for antagonizing “them simple, uneducated folks.” Priceless. I’d ask my husband who has both worked as an assembly-line factory worker and done a PhD at Purdue (not at the same time, obviously) if these experiences were alike but I don’t want him to think I’m a spoiled brainless brat. 

Interesting Data

A careful analysis of actual data demonstrates that:

1) There is no over-production of people with PhDs in Humanities.

2) There is no shortage of undergrads in Humanities.

3) The only problem is the substitution of tenure lines with contingent adjunct positions.

Here is a very detailed study that uses data from the field of Germanic Studies. Here is its conclusion:

What changed in 2008 was not the number of doctorates, however, but the number of TT jobs. Ph.D. production has been essentially unchanged since the late 70s (an average of 78 per year in the 80s, and an average of 75 per year in the 2000s). Nor is it the case that Ph.D. production is outstripping the growth of undergraduate enrollments; undergrad enrollments rose over 40% between 1999 and 2010.

Once again, I advance my suggestion that we heap scorn and ridicule on any program that cuts a tenure line. This is the only solution because that’s what the entire problem is.

Cold

A colleague sent me this great poem about the cold to illustrate how he feels about it:

> A poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre

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> SHIT

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> IT’S COLD

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> The End.

There seems to be a strong possibility that there will be another spell of brutally cold temperatures that might reach all the way down to Florida. If you live in Eastern and Central part of North America anywhere above the Mississippi, make sure you buy candles, matches, blankets, and enough pantry supplies to carry you through a possible blackout.

A Question About Mad Men

So people who like Mad Men, what is your explanation for why Betty left Don?

I see following possibilities:

1. She fell in love with the gray-haired guy – This is the one I like the most but I have a feeling I’m just seeing what I want to see.

2. She decided to leave him back when she found out he was cheating and was only putting up with him until the baby was born – There is evidence that this is Don’s explanation.

3. She is disgusted by his low social origins – This doesn’t really work because she always knew he grew up on a farm, so what really changed?

4. She discovered that they never had a real relationship because he concealed his origins from her – This is the sappiest explanation and it bores me but hey, this is American television.

Or do you have other explanations?

Meeting the Sorority

All I know about sororities comes from the movie Legally Blonde, so for my first encounter with the representatives of my sorority yesterday, I decked myself with the most expensive jewelry I possess, plastered on half of my entire (and very plentiful)  makeup supply, and constructed a vaguely Greek-looking outfit from a long, flowing powder-blue skirt and a velvet top organized around several inventive folds. The most elegant shawl from my collection was placed on top of all this.

I don’t know what impression this made on the “young ladies” from the sorority (I learned during the meeting that the right way to refer to them is “young ladies”) but this get-up had  the unexpected effect of inspiring two very young men to try to chat me up (separately, I mean, not at once). I’m definitely not old enough to be attractive to 17-old-boys, so this was disturbing. It was especially disturbing since I was never popular among 17-old boys, not even when I was 17. Twenty years later, I have definitely lost all need to be found desirable by this age group.

This is what happens when one joins a sorority: suddenly everybody wants you. Life is complicated for us, beautiful young ladies.

Life Expectancy Watch

OK, I promise this is the last post about watches, and I promise to keep my morbid interests to myself from now on.

Reader Kathleen mentioned Tikker, a life expectancy watch, and I decided to research it:

The principle behind Tikker is very simple. It estimates your life expectancy based on a questionnaire and converts the answers into a countdown display in years, months, days, minutes, and seconds until your appointment with the Grim Reaper. It can even compensate for leap years.

I think I’d wear one, although this might be a dangerous toy that can do damage to one’s mental health.

By the way, do you remember how I said the other day (and yes, I have started quoting myself, this is scary):

We live in the world where there is a soaring number of people whose skills and time are so precious that they hire career management services, employ life coaches, attend networking events, participate in mentorship programs, download endless productivity apps, and schedule their lives in 10-minute increments. At the same time, the gulf between such people and the functionally illiterate / unskilled is widening. There used to be a middle-ground between these two classes but it is disappearing.

Tikker and the 5-minute watch we discussed recently arise precisely from this phenomenon.