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I’d attended a selective liberal arts college, trained at respectable research institutions, and even completed a dissertation for a doctoral degree. In our shared office, I’d tell new hires I was ABD, so they wouldn’t feel their own situation was so bleak. If they saw a ten-year veteran adjunct with a PhD, they might lose hope of securing a permanent job. It was the least I could do, as a good American, to remind the young we were an innocent and optimistic country where everyone was entitled to a fulfilling career. To make sure they understood that PhD stood not for “piled higher and deeper” or “Pop has dough,” but in fact the degree meant “professional happiness desired,” and at the altruistic colleges of democratic America only the angry or sad ones need not apply.
