
There was an article in the Times on Saturday about PhDs in the humanities having a tough time getting jobs. Wow -- news flash. I always thought getting a PhD in philosophy or art history was the best way to ensure a lifetime of stable, well-paid employment.
Not.
This is an issue that's close to home for me. When I was in college, I wanted nothing more than to stay in those leafy quadrangles and be like my professors: wizened men with distinguished beards and comfortable sweaters who had their students over for afternoon coffee (or in the case of one, scotch). But even then I was nervous about the realities of academia: would I be so lucky as to land in a college like the one I attended? Would I instead be whisked off to a state school in Nebraska, with no quads, no student-faculty dinners, and god forbid, no ivy on the buildings?
So I went into journalism, deferring my graduate school dreams for a while. Four years later, I decided it was time to go, and I uprooted myself from a well-established life in New York and moved to Chicago for a master's degree in the humanities. I was surrounded by extremely smart people who'd graduated from schools around the world. They could talk effortlessly about sub-altern identities, Lacanian readings of Hitchcock's early work, and all kinds of other things that most people couldn't care less about.
Despite the fact that we were all ambitious, young, and smart enough to have gotten in to such a competitive program, which many saw as a way to improve their odds at getting into a top PhD program, advice from the program's directors was this: If you can think of anything else you might want to do besides academia, do it. This life is too hard.
That was in 2002, and the realities of the job market necessitated such a warning. For every opening in the humanities, there would often be more then 300 applications. And even if you were the lucky son-of-a-gun who got the job, your chances of getting tenure were slim. Some win, right? You spend eight years earning your PhD, are blessed enough to get a job, and slave away for six years -- publishing articles, attending conferences, gaining the admiration of your students -- only to be told, "Sorry, no more job for you."
Then you're on the street, along with all the newly minted PhDs, not to mention all the other people who've been looking for jobs for the past several years. Except you're damaged goods. If Podunk University didn't want you, why should we?
So yeah, PhDs are facing a tough job market. Maybe it is worse now than ever before. The economy is in the pits, and shaky enterprises like the humanities are bound to suffer along with everything else. But this isn't news. We've been moving in this direction for decades.
The real question, I think, is what will happen to society now that serious inquiry into what it means to be human is becoming ever-more rarified?
Thoreau said that an unexamined life is not worth living. So what happens when examining one's life in earnest means you might not be able to make a living? Far more people suffer than the would-be professors. We all do.
[Image: Abrahami from Wikimedia Commons]