I didn’t even say I was talking about work. I wasn’t, by the way. I was responding to some conversations with young friends. But even if I was talking about work, shut up with this “I live in the real world!” You live in Iowa or whatever. Chill.
And as a general rule, scolding Black people about “the real world” will always make you look like a fool.
If you and you alone are living in the real world why don’t you get friends there and leave me alone?
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When I talked with elite uni presidents and administrators, they weren’t so much dismayed by what I detailed in #LowerEd as much as they were interested in HOW THEY COULD COPY THEIR SUCCESS. Masters degrees decreased regulatory risk, increased revenue, & made for pretty charts
I could have made a lot of money had I been willing to brand the right language for adopting for-profit enrollment forms, online degrees, and masters degrees for elite and selective institutions. To them, the crisis was competitiveness.
I know this much, I’m not buying crawfish in an airport. I don’t even buy the airport sushi unless said airport is on the water. And I eat gas station food!
Airport employees are subcontractors of subcontractors twice removed. No sir and no ma’am.
You gotta eat seafood that’s as close as local as is possible and prepared by people whose house you can run up on if the seafood ends up being spoilt. These the rules.
I am pretty fanatical about my bedroom. I watched my mom struggle with sleep most of my life. I take sleeping very seriously.
I barely have a TV normally but I haven’t had one in my bedroom in over ten years, easily. I can track it because it’s the last time I had a roommate *shudder*
You could write a small book about the beauty accoutrements that white women claim not to understand and yet consume regularly. It’s one of that tribe’s odder performances.