It would be so great if once, just once I encountered a story where a female academic doesn’t tell the readers how “I gave up a tenure-track job so our family could stay together” without even attempting to question why it was she and not her husband who had to sacrifice her career.
It would be so great to encounter a story where once, just once a highly educated woman didn’t say that “I wish I wasn’t stuck with the entirety of the “second shift” of cooking and cleaning” without questioning who the hell needs a partner capable of sticking you with the entirety of these chores while he prances out of the house to enjoy “candidate dinners, night grad classes, faculty senate meetings, social gatherings that represent important opportunities to network”.
It would be so great if instead of this endless whining about the general unfairness of the inhospitable universe that inundates my blogroll lately, I could find one – just one – story where the writer shares their situation and then analyzes how he or she contributed to creating his or her problems.
I’m not saying that stories of the “OMG, I’m such a victim and I have no idea how it even happened to me” variety don’t have the right to exist. I’m just saying that from time to time, very occasionally it would be nice to read another kind of stories.

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