tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234799.post10566193879187068..comments2024-01-13T23:32:12.331-06:00Comments on Slaves of Academe: On the Morning After Turning FortyOso Rarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11345231159759787852noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234799.post-86304072989690344112009-02-09T12:31:00.000-06:002009-02-09T12:31:00.000-06:00Ah, my dear, wait until you are 50 and are in peri...Ah, my dear, wait until you are 50 and are in peri-menopause and a dying marriage. More than the skin sags, believe me. (And I am still looking for a TT job - !!) At my age, a Chronicle article by an adjunct professor relating how finally landing a permanent job came hard on the heels of her Botox treatment becomes something of an inspiration (however desperate) instead of the dismal confession of the ruthlessness of today's academic job market it ought to be.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234799.post-82516395252561604652008-12-18T12:23:00.000-06:002008-12-18T12:23:00.000-06:00I just want to say that second to last paragraph i...I just want to say that second to last paragraph is just...wow, great. Sorry to gush.Timothy Burkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12293581349431573592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234799.post-44126085299183222472008-11-30T17:49:00.000-06:002008-11-30T17:49:00.000-06:0040 isn't nearly as weird as 50. But take it from m...40 isn't nearly as weird as 50. But take it from me, who didn't know this: 40 is the age at which absolutely to stop taking crap from people and do what you want.Professor Zerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04909063513731044826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234799.post-26415558951039111172008-11-24T16:54:00.000-06:002008-11-24T16:54:00.000-06:00My circle contracted when I became a parent, but i...My circle contracted when I became a parent, but it has expanded de nuevo in unforeseen, and delightful, ways. <BR/><BR/>capcha: whizessmomohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12149328149132703479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234799.post-35972359525569460612008-11-24T11:32:00.000-06:002008-11-24T11:32:00.000-06:00I miss walking around the lake... "Am I pretty?"I ...I miss walking around the lake... "Am I pretty?"<BR/><BR/>I hope that I am on that list of friends who stuck around through the past year. Cuz I will always be your *Luv Buckets*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22234799.post-41524909152711516402008-11-24T06:26:00.000-06:002008-11-24T06:26:00.000-06:00Happy birthday.(You're not the only one who's felt...Happy birthday.<BR/><BR/>(You're not the only one who's felt her circle of friendships contract rather severely in recent years, and I don't even have a crisis to blame. Is this just to be expected in middle life? I don't know.)<BR/><BR/>And God, I love and miss your writing.Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03047700345491098393noreply@blogger.com