7. April 16, 2013:
Jobs Are for Suckers: How to Be the Boss of You
Don’t do 20th century stuff to get a 21st century life.
At the risk of sounding pretentious, cynical, or both:
I don’t shock easily.
Zombie cannibal killers? What, again?
Another new “ism” added to the “hate speech” list? So last Tuesday.
So when I made my daily visit to the blog SmallDeadAnimals.com, I figured I was staring at a typo:
[I]t costs $84k a year to go to Columbia Journalism School…
“Surely that should read ‘$8,400 a year,’” I thought.
“Or maybe that $84,000 is the entire cost of a three-year degree.
“Ha! Pretty funny that there’s a typo in an article about journalism school…”
Except there wasn’t.
That’s the correct figure.
I thought back to my early twenties, when I was starting out as a writer.
Multiply $84,000 times three and you get just over a quarter of a million dollars.
Given the 17% interest rates of the 1980s, I could have stuck that amount in a 5-year term deposit and lived off the interest, by which time I’d have been well established in my career anyhow, thanks to diligent freelancing and whatnot.
What are kids these days thinking?
Look: if you absolutely positively need a degree — to do all those doctorin’ jobs and lawyerin’ jobs — I get it.
(Well, not the “lawyerin’ jobs” so much. We’ve had too many lawyers for a very long time.)
But as I’ve been saying long before the phrase “college bubble” was coined:
If you’re a budding entrepreneur, college is a waste of time and money, because unless you want a “straight” job, you don’t need a B.A.
And I question that “need.” It’s just lazy H.R. nonsense.
As it occurs to society at large that most bachelor’s degrees are useless, very slowly this asinine requirement will be phased out.
My parents probably never made a quarter of a million bucks across their entire lifetimes, but if your folks have that kind of cash stashed, talk them into giving it to you as business capital instead.
Not in a lump sum, because you might just party it away. (OK, maybe that woulda been just me…)
But think of some way to get it and then do something with it besides making some commie professor rich, just so you can become a wage slave — or, God help me, a professor yourself.
Paul Rose was a Canadian professor (although I think he’d prefer the adjective “Quebecois”.) But he wasn’t always…
Rose was boss of the FLQ terrorist cell that kidnapped and strangled Quebec labour minister Pierre Laporte in 1970s’ October Crisis. He spent barely 10 years in jail for that despicable crime. (…)
The Chenier Cell never even confessed who actually garroted Laporte with his own crucifix chain.
Isn’t that delightful?
Why do you want to spend time with people like this, and the rest of academia who, by the thousands, hire and support them?
Read this story then try to convince me that the entire North American educational system is a charade.
Stay as far away from it as possible.