I'm not sure if that's a trope or a meme, but it's definitely a thing.
In my family, amongst the first generation to get off the boat, the crazy uncle was the guy who went to university.
What went wrong? Did he just get too big for his Lederhosen?
That was early years.
By now, pretty much the entire clan has got their third generation enrolled in post-grad programs of one sort or another. They're doing their Doctor Phils in the most esoteric fields of study. Climatology? Public health? Library science?
What is this stuff?
Here's what's a little f'd up; a lot of these kids see me as the crazy uncle!
The North American university meritocracy and its degree-pumping machine (aside from some STEM programs) has been an outright money grabbing scam for at least five decades. And their biggest cash cow is their graduate programs. This
ReplyDeletesituation exists of course, because Starbucks requires a minimum graduate degree in Gender Studies (or reasonable facsimile of its counterpart in BLM approved studies) coupled with language fluidity in a Westcoast indigenous dialect. Alas the private sector is left with only STEM graduates. Such a pity.
Hey Ken, good to see you're still among us! So, can I assume you shook your head and rolled your eyes on hearing at least three more universities are launching Black Studies programmes to meet community demand!
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