A member of The Lost Generation of Humanities doctoral students in the 1970s, I still wonder why the hell I went for the degree, at all. After all, I am a Jersey Girl, savvy about survival. Yes, many of us did land on our feet, after years of wandering in the underemployment desert. The wound still breaks open, when we hear of college classmates who really made it big. They did not impede their career trajectory with over-education, particularly the non-marketable kind.
Well, the progressive The Alantic has presented a cute article on how doctorate types can find decent work. No, they don't have to put up with eking out a living doing adjunct teaching. Here is that Atlantic piece.
But, come on, what reasonable person would adopt that career path of jumping all the hurdles of getting a Ph.D. in the Humanities? The last time someone told me they were in such a graduate program, I just stared at him, totally puzzled. Later I laughed hysterically.