I say this with confidence, for I’ve just seen the latest issue of the quarterly publication of the University of Montana’s History Department.
Historians should be showy, bold, brash, and not afraid to let you know it. They should be interesting, damn it, for anything else would be boring. But that’s what the University of Montana historians choose to give us, boring.
Here are two tidbits:
- Jabour, Anya. “Review of Gendered Resistance: Women, Slavery, and the Legacy of Margaret Garner, ed. Mary E. Frederickson, Delores A. Frederickson, and Fannie Barrier Williams: Crossing the Borders of Region and Race by Wanda A. Henricks.
- Wiltse, Jeff. “The Black-White Swimming Disparity in America: A Deadly Legacy of Swimming Pool Discrimination.” Journal of Sport and Social Issues 38 (2014): 366-89.
Oh, maybe Larry in Accounting while he’s taking his third bathroom break for the day, but I’m not counting on a whole lot of others doing that.
And holly hell, all you can put out in one quarter is a 20-page article? That joke Jabour only managed to review something, well…two somethings. Ha!
What a mess, what a fucking mess our higher education system has become.
Why spend money on these fools? What can they possibly teach you? And for the price of $10,000 to $20,000 a year…depending on what kind of bill they stick to you? Please – I’ll pay my $1.50 in late fees at the public library and be thankful for it.
Why pay money to listen to these has-beens, and that’s being generous…because they never were.
These are the bottom of the history profession’s barrel, here, these historians listed in the back of that publication. They never went anywhere, they never accomplished anything, they never wrote one damn thing that anyone gave a shit about.
But they’ve got pride, and they’ve got the ability to puff out their chests and say ‘look at me.’
I feel sorry for anyone that does. There are those that will be fortunate to just waste their time, but to those that waste their money on these fools? And hey, I was one.
I’ve taken classes from these eggheads, and let me tell you, I wasn’t much impressed. I’m still paying it off, and not once in the past two years has an employer asked me where I went to school, what my grades were, or even what I majored in. They don’t care. They want to know if I can do a job and solve their problem, and if I can, they pay me.
And yet I still pay the interest on those student loans each month, and that means someone’s getting a free ride. Someone’s putting their kid through college on that interest each month, and that fills me with derision. When it comes to public education, like many graduates today, I’ve grown to despise the institutions that gave me such a poor deal.
But these historians don’t understand that concept – they’re just doing their job. They have to scrabble and scratch and take all the scraps that are given to them. We call those scraps research grants and fellowships now, and sometimes even sabbaticals.
That peacock Paul Lauren is a prime example – as useful as an asshole on an elbow that one is, especially if it’s a Monday and he doesn’t have to do one of his 3-hour classes that get cancelled more often than not by holidays.
Yes, public education is a joke, and the clowns that tell that joke have a new issue out. The copy I’m looking at is digital so I can’t wipe my ass with it, but maybe you’re on the physical mailing list. Happy reading!