So I’m talking on the phone to my sister and she says at some point:
“I was interviewing this guy today and he has a PhD in one of those really hard disciplines.”
“What, as opposed to people who have all those easy PhDs?” I ask. “Like maybe in literature?”
My own sister, folks. I changed her nappies and dropped her on the floor twice when she was an infant. I taught her to read and to write. And I still can’t get over her biting the nose off my favorite toy piglet when she was six months and I was six years old.
Even for my sister “the really hard PhDs” are not the ones in Humanities. Because anybody can read about books and then blab about what they’ve read, right?
You have no idea how many times I heard from people in sciences, “Well, what you do is not real research, right? I mean, you can just argue anything you like. It isn’t like anybody can prove you wrong.”
Well, it’s time for me to go engage in some of that easy-peasy research of mine, folks.