Work. 9:10 AM.
Cubicle girl half my age: “People with PhDs are smart.”
Me: “Snort.”
CGHMY: “What?”
Me: “When you get a little older, you’ll have met as many idiots as I have. In something real, like mathematics, that’s one thing. But in the social sciences, a PhD just means you’ve memorized a sufficient quantity of warmed over Marxist b.s. to fool the committee into thinking you’re as stupid as they are.”
CGHMY: “…Oh. My mom has one, so…”
Sympathetic to Me Co-worker: “You have to be a certain kind of ‘smart’ to get a PhD.”
Me: “A certain stupid kind of smart.”
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You know, if everyone who reads this blog every day sent me $50, I could blog full time for a year.
Just sayin…
