I haven’t had much to say lately. Lots of reasons. Start of a new semester; being back in Polar Vortex Thunderdome; being, suddenly, much less able to withstand the nastiness that inevitably comes from writing anything in public these days. The other day I got a comment–on my commenting policy post!–that basically called me useless trash. It shouldn’t get to me, but it does. I don’t want to write anything if it’s just going to be met with people writing just sub-human things to me. Lots of things going on. Overwhelmed, scared, sad.
So, in the meantime, before I have to issue a code-red Bummer Alert, here are some things I’ve read in the past few days.
Clarissa explains all about why nobody wants to hang out with academics at party: too fucking pedantic about everything, even when they agree (tell me about it, sister).
I love Josh Boldt and this newest in Vitae, who is getting some annoying pushback about inciting “us vs. them” rhetoric when really he’s just talking about survival.
Yesterday I lost like fifteen Twitter followers in 10 minutes, and briefly changed my nomme de Tweet to Jean-Ralphio Bieberhausen, after I called out this mediocre link-bait on the CHE for being pseudonymous when it didn’t need to be (the author still thinks he has a chance on the market–even as he writes about how the market precludes giving anyone a chance. Fucking come on).
Suddenly, I was saying that nobody should use a pseudonym, EVAHR–not bloggers whose spouses are terminally ill, not rebels inside authoritarian regimes, not union organizers dispatching from anti-labor HQ–when really, all I was saying was this: this particular article being pseudonymous was overkill, emblematic of the total culture of paranoia and cowardice amongst academic job marketers–yes, the paranoia is justified, but as the article itself said, you don’t have a chance on the market anyway. In the words of Peeta, if you’re going to die out there, DIE AS YOU. I mean, shit. Maybe the reason I get such outsized hatred for saying obvious shit in public under my real name is that I’m one of the few people who do. Now I’m just getting mad again. Anyway, way to jump directly from zero to mortally offended, Twitter.
Suey Park takes XOJane by storm. I predict seventeen days before it’s XOSuey. GET TO ST. LOUIS ALREADY WILL YOU. I KEEP GOING TO KOPPERMANN’S BY MYSELF AND EATING LATKES ALONE. Because I must. Eat. Latkes.
In case you’ve been in a sensory deprivation tank hallucinating like Homer Simpson, Miya Tokumitsu’s “Do What You Love” essay in Jacobin was republished at Slate, and has handily out-trafficked even the most viral articles of yours truly (yes, EVEN THE ALDI ARTICLE), and deservedly so. Awesome work, Miya.
Jonathan Rees is highlighting the unconscionable behavior of CSU-Pueblo toward Tim McGettigan, and everyone should be paying attention.
And, finally, THE ADJUNCTS OF GREATER ST. LOUIS ARE ORGANIZING. UNION! UNION! MOTHERFUCKING UUUUUUUUUUNION! Unless, of course, SCOTUS kills all public employee unions in the US, because those old-ass rich people pulled their old rich asses up by their bootstraps, so SO CAN WE. Ugh.