Man oh man am I tired. Not apparently tired enough to write not one, but TWO rants on twitter in less than twenty-four hours on oppression in academia. But too tired to re-figure out how to embed Storify posts in WordPress (because it stopped working a few months ago??).
So, sorry, if you want to read the things I wrote about you will have to travel to another (internet) land. But I hyperlink things as to not make the journey too treacherous.
I’m Not Having Any of Your Oppression in the Academy.
I’m (Still) Not Having Any of Your Oppression in the Academy.
If you have thoughts and feels about either of these Storify posts, leave a comment here.
Posted in Academic Work, Diss/ability, PhDing (in doubt)
Tagged academia, academic research, academics, academy, Disability, disability policy, education, higher education, minorities, oppression, Other, patriarchy, Research
I was in my second year of university when I first thought, “Wow, being a professor would be pretty cool.” I started looking into what the job of a prof was like noting that finding a tenure track position was becoming progressively more difficult (this was over ten years ago). I went to grad school knowing that there are more people with PhDs than there are tenure-track jobs. But I thought I wanted a PhD anyway.
I endeavored to apply to Masters programs in order to see if a PhD would be possible given the academic skills I had. After a year of unsuccessful attempts (which I documented here), I was accepted to three schools in my second round of applications. I applied to PhD programs at the beginning of my second year and was accepted over the winter break.
The statistics about acquiring a tenure-track position have not improved since I was an undergrad. Data from 2011 indicates that 18.6% of those with a PhD hold a full-time professor position: this is not the same as a tenure-track position. Nearly 40% work in higher education in other capacities, some as part-time professors. This means that when I (finally) complete the eight stages of my degree, I have less than a 20% chance of being employed full time as a professor (that is, if my disability and chronic illness can even be accommodated because I truly have no idea). I have been told by faculty (ones not on my committee, even!) that I have the skills and knowledge to become a prof; however, I have no control over the hiring market.
In short, I really have no idea what I will be doing when I’m done. I’m going to see if I can get a post-doc or a tenure-track position, but I know the odds are against me. At the same time, I know I am suited to work in policy, government, editing, and copyediting based on my degree and how I am employed currently. To be honest, I’m not sure if I care all that much so long as I’m making a living wage: money is needed to exchange for goods and services after all.
The following is a list of job/career choices I may be considering for after my defense. I’m not sure if I should call these ‘dream jobs’ or ‘dreaming jobs’ as some of them are probably not very economically viable. But if you know me, you can probably see me doing these things:
- Expert cat herder
- Dog walker
- Doggie daycare owner
- Often-swearing-while-recording craft vlogger
- Redesigner of thrifted clothing
- Tea blender
- Cactus and succulent breeder
- Band-aid tester
- Giant dinosaur sculptor
- Closet and cupboard organizer
- Children’s book author
- Coffee taster
- Ostentatious outdoor holiday decorator
- Chronic illness advocate
- Snow fort construction worker
- Bookshelf organizer
- Dinosaur- and animal-themed furniture and homeware designer
- Pillow and blanket fort technician
- Bumble bee trainer
- Personal shopper
- Macro photographer
- Themed party planner
- Blanket merchant
We see you, men.
We notice what you do (and don’t) say about your partners. How you support them, praise them, lift them up, love them.
We watch when you don’t comment about cases of violence against women in the media. How you choose to believe the victim (or not), implying that “she deserved it” in one way or another.
We use a whisper network to keep each other safe. How you treat women in public and how you are in private are often not the same.
Women get ‘recognition’ one day of the year, but our opinion of how men treat us is based on the other 364. In Canada, it’s not good:
I support my sisters (not just my cisters) and non-binary folx, but today is just another day of existing-as-a-women in a cisheteropatriarchal colonial nation state.
(Also a big fuck you to Sophie Grégoire Trudeau, who thinks that on International Women’s Day women should “celebrate the boys and men in our lives who encourage us to be who we truly are, who treat girls & women with respect, and who aren’t afraid to speak up in front of others.”)
Tattoos as self-care.
Tattoos as decoration.
Tattoos as tenacity.
Tattoos as strength.
Tattoos as the past.
Tattoos as preparation.
Tattoos as storytellers.
Tattoos as resistance.
Unfortunately, there are more phrasing errors in these tweets than I’d like.
Please also take a look at this post I wrote in November on Listening, Making Space, and Amplifying.
Posted in Observations on Life Outside of Academia
Tagged activism, allyship, Disability, feminism, intersectional feminism, protest, racism, settler colonialism, SWERF, whiteness, women's march
I would much rather spend money on tattoos than a wedding.