Everybody is discussing this article by yet another entitled person pouting at adulthood (aka a dominatrix whose letters of recommendation were rescinded).
I would have rescinded the letters, too. As I recently discovered, writing these letters is a lot of work. I’m not contractually obligated to write them and it’s an act of extreme good will and kindness if I do. I don’t owe them to anybody. If I feel like not wanting to be associated with somebody professionally for whatever reason, nobody can make me. Of course, I would have said no to this particular pouty primadonna long before she started harassing me with tales of her sex life.
I couldn’t even read the article to the end. Such pompous, self-pitying creatures are my class enemy. We need one more professional victim in academia like we all need a third leg and a pair of horns. I’m currently recommending two really, really great students – hopeful, curious, wonderful – for graduate school and it slaughters me that they might be passed up to make space for yet another pouty drama queen.
But yeah, if one of them suddenly went mad and started sharing his sex exploits with me and bitching about his hardships I’d totally rescind the letters. I don’t need to cringe in shame when colleagues ask me why I didn’t warn them I was sending somebody like this to their department. I’d also report him for sexual harassment sooner than you can say “creep.”