It started as a hobby, and then it became my job: Every day, I read (and react to) something about higher-ed that makes my head almost explode. Clueless, out-of-touch status-of-the-profession reports. Insistence that there “are jobs out there for good people.” Lifeboating. Mealy-mouthed grad-student fuckery. But somehow, day after day, my noggin remains stubbornly intact.
Peep, if you will, Stacey Patton’s newest for Vitae (which is, of course, one of my employers), about what senior professors really think when their progeny leave academia. It is everything you feared/hoped, and more. Here are a select few gems, but read the whole thing:
“The problem isn’t that there are too few faculty positions. The problem is that more students and postdocs are CHOOSING not to become faculty.”
Nope, the problem is that there are too few faculty positions, and too many of those faculty positions are taken up by inveterate dipshits.
I’m very supportive of students in my lab who decide they want to leave academia. But they’re smart. They’ll figure out how to get there (alternative career) on their own.
You keep using that word (“supportive”). I do not think it means what you think it means.
I made it and nobody helped me. Plus, I was the only woman in my graduate program. The best students will always succeed.
Lifeboaters: Not just urban legend. (Also, it should go without saying: Fuck you, you piece of shit).
There are huge–huge–obstacles to clawing your way out of the cess pit. Such as: “Alternative” employers not champing at the bit to hire unrelated PhDs with zero experience. But the biggest obstacle, still, that stands in the way of students who “fail” to become replicants of their mentors? The mentors themselves.
Get it together, assholes. Or, go fuck yourselves. Either one, really.
And “congrats,” I guess, for finally making the stoic, smoldering, oft-agigated head of Rebecca Schuman explode for good.