walking into a college lecture with a designer briefcase and loudly slamming it down on my desk then opening it up and the only thing inside is a phone that i pull out and browse instagram reels with for the entire class
My scorching hot 60%-endorsed take is that the vast majority of the sickness of the soul on YA twitter and similar comes down to the fact that without all the old boys club gatekeeping of yore there are just orders of magnitude more people who are half-decent at prose and want to be writers than there is market demand to support living wages as a career writer. The more democratized and open creative pursuits are the more vital being discovered is and the more leverage trad publishers or whoever gets to pick winners have to secure as much of the pie for themselves. The viciousness just spirals naturally from there.
It’s a similar story to academia / academic twitter, where approximately ten billion grad students / post docs / adjuncts are gunning for each tenure-track professorship
And it helps show the STEM/Humanities distinction too - if the STEM job market got you down, you can just get a job in industry for easy 6 figures, its personally crushing but no actual sweat on a survival basis. But in the worst-hit of the humanities branches its 24/7 food stamp struggle sessions, if you aren’t willing to bare claws you will drop out.
I think I noted something along these lines when David Graber and other people were saying man it was so much better in the old days when you could just get a tenure track position and go off and think interesting thoughts instead of relentlessly self-promoting and working the system, and I mean yeah it probably was! if you were one of the people who got tenure!
oh yeah this relates to the reason youtubers are all insane too
oh yeah this relates
to the reason youtubers
are all insane too
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
hi folks. this post always seemed familiar to me for some reason, even when i saw it the first time. i only just figured out why, it uses a message i sent to my brother two years ago
world heritage post
id: screenshot of a text conversation which reads as follows. Contact: Hey, just wondering if you got your photos printed? Sender: Bogos binted? Contact: What Sender: 👽 end id.
college bully girl: you're such a teacher's pet
kinky nerdy college girl: how did you know?
"hey op what does this mean?"
dogs you say? yeah, I'm trying to be!
didn’t even make it out of highschool before i became a girl.
such a gamer girl i speed ran my egg stage
didn’t even make
it out of highschool before
i became a girl.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Hey students, here’s a pro tip: do not write an email to your prof while you’re seriously sick.
Signed, a person who somehow came up with “dear hello, I am sick and not sure if I’ll be alive to come tomorrow and I’m sorry, best slutantions, [name]”.
I mean, if someone wrote that to me, I’d probably believe they were sick.
“Slutantions” has me crying laughing
i once emailed my professor with a migraine. a mistake.
“I amsick will not to choir because i have a heache. i Hope its very and i am so sorry
love,
blue”
the subject line was “OW”
THE SUBJECT LINE IS THE BEST PART JSJFJSJDJS JUST IMAGINE GETTING AN EMAIL WITH NO CONTEXT OTHER THAN “OW”
As someone who has taught college, please send those emails because 1) We WILL believe that; no one would write that on purpose and 2) we need a laugh sometimes.
On the other side of this, once after getting taken to the ER by ambulance, I got an email from the professor whose class I’d passed out in, and the message had no text, just the subject line “you good?”
Reblogging for the last addition
Claritin makes me weird, but I have allergies so there’s about a month and a half block of time where I’m taking Claritin and am just weird most of the time.
Anyway, my last year of college, I got the flu or something in late March and was also taking Mucinex. I told my professor I couldn’t come to class one day by email except I couldnt think of what to say, so my medicated ass decided to make a Fry meme. I think it said something like “Not sure if I can go to class with a head the size of Texas, bottom text.” I didn’t think until the next day that it probably wasn’t socially-acceptable to tell your philosophy professor you weren’t coming to class via Tumblr style memes. When i got back to class, i found that she’d printed it out and taped it to the classroom bulletin board.
Oh shit you guys i turned on my WinXP laptop that I used to use back then.
IT WAS ON THE DESKTOP. THIS IS WHAT I SENT.
It’s even worse than i remember it
I laugh myself hoarse every time this post comes around, so here it is again.
Found this yesterday as I was walking between classes and thought I should show everybody
CRINGE POSTING ON MAIN
Wait sorry I forgot there was another flyer put up
Every time I think college can't get more wild, it does
Wait really that's what you guys did
Yeah! Turns out it was a part of the anti-cinema cinema club's way of trying to get new members. It was wild
i’m sorry did you say the anti-cinema cinema club
so they have a webbed site
Respecting Women
bat man
minecraft
youtube
in the tags guys
fuckin weed
W
Criminal justice and psychology
i’m terrified that i’ll lock myself into an interest that i’ll no longer be passionate about in a few years like all the other areas of study i’ve pursued over my life!
Minecraft
minecraft as well
To: [email protected] Subject: CLASS3290 Question
are you mad at me
Yes
Sent from my Galaxy Dishwasher
By God. Is that history major wearing earth tones
Sometimes grad school makes me want to give up. The constant ableism, having to hide who I am because I’m afraid of what will happen if the administration finds out I’m autistic, and just the run of the mill grad school nonstop suck piles up. And then there are days when one of my classmates messages me about an autistic kid on her caseload and what I think about eye contact being a goal because she feels icky about it, and I get to share with her academic articles, blog posts, videos, and comics about eye contact from an autistic perspective, and she says she’d like to take me up on my offer to borrow some of my books about autism. Some days I get to share an autistic-made comic about eye contact with some professors as an option for replacing an ableist meme in a powerpoint presentation and they’re happy to use it. Some days I get out of my developmental disabilities class and a classmate sends me a message saying that she’s learned more from me about autism than she has from the class. I hope to be more open about being autistic as time goes on and my position in the world becomes a bit more stable. Its a scary thought. Things could go horribly wrong. But if I don’t I could be missing out on reaching more people with the truth about neurodiversity, the need to constantly confront ableism, and the necessity of including disabled people and integrating “nothing about us without us” into every facet of our field.
