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Blaming the Victim

I just read yet another interminable post about the stupidities of job candidates who don’t know how to apply. The tone of these is usually to point some of the howling tactical mistakes that applicants make and to imply that everything about how to apply is common sense and not a hopelessly arcane ritual, so applicants should just stop being so lazy.

I’m kind of tired of this. And it’s not because I am notionally on the market this year. It’s because it is so unreasonably meanspirited.

I have been hired for two tenure-track positions and one adjunct job and have been on campus at least a dozen other times for interviews, so I think that my understanding of how to apply for a job effectively is as good as anyone’s, and yet I know that no matter how many webpages I read about the institution (many of which are opaque and uninformative if the reader is not an insider), each application is a shot in the dark. Am I going to say that thing that puts my application on the “maybe” pile, or will I use some turn of phrase that turns the reader off? Am I guessing correctly about whether the campus sees itself as a teaching institution or a research institution, or have I read it wrong, and this was the wrong place to put the teaching information first because it is an institution with aspirations? Are the readers going to accept my recommendations dossier and understand that many of the leading scholars in my field who are my references are writing hundreds of recommendations a year, or will they sneer at it because the letters are not tailored specifically to them? Are they going to expect a handwritten thankyou for the conference interview, or will they see that is inappropriate, quaint, sucking up?

Maybe my frustration comes from watching it from the inside too many times. For example, in my first job, where the search committee tossed out every applicant from an Ivy-League institution and passed around some of the applicants with gender studies interests to giggle about in the hallway. At my current job, where people latch on to some misstep during the campus interview and gossip about it in increasingly abusive terms until I start to wonder why we invited the applicant in the first place if he is such a hopeless dunce.

This is my request to applications readers: yes, we know you have a lot to do, and we know that many people apply for jobs where they lack the appropriate qualifications. How about you just put those inappropriate apps aside quickly without attacking the desperate individuals who are sending them? Don’t you see how that kind of statement in the blogosphere escalates the paranoia that job candidates feel? At the same time, keep in mind that no matter how well-crafted your announcement was, and how informative your internet presence is, the rules are not so uniform or clear that someone who doesn’t do what you expect deserves your ridicule; many job applicants receive very little advice about how to apply (I was prepared for my first job market by being given an application that had been successful at my campus eight years earlier and being told to copy it).

Also remember that many of the people writing recommendations have no understanding of what the market is like now, or what your individual campus is like; what they have is dozens and dozens of letters to write during the application season (I have three former students on the market now, and just with the law school, grad school, business school, study abroad, scholarship letters, I wrote something like three dozen separate recommendations since September. That doesn’t count reprints of the same recommendation to send to different institutions.  And I am NOBODY). Here’s a tip: do a prestep and only ask for letters from applicants who you will consider more closely rather than forcing us to empty laser cartridges printing these things. We might then be more sympathetic to the demand that the letter be tailored to your insititution. I’m not at an Ivy, but your wrath at those lofty people in the endowed chairs at Harvard or wherever who have multiple students they have to place in a limited amount of time only makes you look petty.

Cuz you know what? These people are our current and future colleagues. Brutalizing them now just makes it more likely that they will brutalize their future colleagues down the road. If you are one of those people who think spanking is counter-productive, why don’t you think for a minute about the potential effects of these public, satirical complaints about job applicants, none of whom ever set out to damage you? And you know what? If you have to spend a day, or several days, reading applications that are less than you wished they were — at least you are being paid to do it. All the effort that goes into an application is volunteer work.

Precious

This is a film that is going to stay with me for some time, I think. This is in no particular order.

  • Lots of fantastic performances from people you had either never heard of (Gabourey Sidibe) or didn’t know could act (Mariah Carey)
  • Really hard to watch, even given the fact that many of the bad things that happen to Precious are blended out by her fantasies
  • Audience in the theatre tracked African American (esp for this town!) but also tracked obese. Is Precious a fat woman’s hero?
  • As spectator, you really want this film to be “based on a true story” as it ends and you want to know what happened to Precious and her nasty family members later.
  • Which brings up my biggest reservation about the film: the character is burdened with a level of difficulty that is not only frightening but seems exaggerated. Sexually abused by father since childhood (two children, one with Down’s Syndrome), sexually and physically abused by mother, ignored completely by the people who are supposed to be teaching her, on welfare, poor, “morbidly obese,” HIV+. Is it credible to burden a character with all of this?
  • Doesn’t this just sort of serve the sort of stereotypes the media already love about African American life in the U.S.?
  • Really Reaganesque film complete with black welfare queen and “you can do it” message: Under the tutelage of a caring teacher Precious learns to read and it’s implied this is the gateway to riches
  • But hopelessness persists

Unless you bless me

21Also ging das Geschenk vor ihm her, aber er blieb dieselbe Nacht beim Heer

22und stand auf in der Nacht und nahm seine zwei Weiber und die zwei Mägde und seine elf Kinder und zog an die Furt des Jabbok,

23nahm sie und führte sie über das Wasser, daß hinüberkam, was er hatte,

24und blieb allein. Da rang ein Mann mit ihm, bis die Morgenröte anbrach.

25Und da er sah, daß er ihn nicht übermochte, rührte er das Gelenk seiner Hüfte an; und das Gelenk der Hüfte Jakobs ward über dem Ringen mit ihm verrenkt.

26Und er sprach: Laß mich gehen, denn die Morgenröte bricht an. Aber er antwortete: Ich lasse dich nicht, du segnest mich denn.

27Er sprach: Wie heißt du? Er antwortete: Jakob.

28Er sprach: Du sollst nicht mehr Jakob heißen, sondern Israel; denn du hast mit Gott und mit Menschen gekämpft und bist obgelegen.

29Und Jakob fragte ihn und sprach: Sage doch, wie heißt du? Er aber sprach: Warum fragst du, wie ich heiße? Und er segnete ihn daselbst.

30Und Jakob hieß die Stätte Pniel; denn ich habe Gott von Angesicht gesehen, und meine Seele ist genesen.

31Und als er an Pniel vorüberkam, ging ihm die Sonne auf; und er hinkte an seiner Hüfte.

Decisions / 7 Quick takes

1. It occurred to me about 10 days ago that I don’t need to stick around for the next round. I know that sounds silly, but really, if I could cover my expenses + debt payments + health ins., I could just leave. I would have to store all my books somewhere, of course.

2. I noticed about a week ago, in the parking garage, that I am not the only one who has to gather herself before leaving the car to walk to work. I am usually sitting there trying to breathe deeply, but I saw a woman the other day who parked her car and then started saying the rosary, and a man yesterday who parked his car and then put his head on the steering wheel. Little shared acts of bolstering the self. I am not the only one who finds this job hard.

3. The funding situation here is such that most of us who are accustomed to have TAs to teach our giant upper-division courses will not have any next year. It’s hard not to see a lot of what is going on at this campus as “shock doctrine” and “disaster capitalism” in the parlance of Naomi Klein. It’s hard for me to see how I can manage all those students writing a term paper without an assistant, but even more, I realized this week when we split up the class to do tours of a particular campus facility how much I count on the TA to organize me and take care of pesky little details and even commiserate or strategize about the problem students.

4. Beaten down by writing. This week I finished an article and just cut all of the pieces the reviewer found problematic. Just removed them. No energy to argue or revise. Just cut and publish.

5. Out for dinner with a colleague last week who was certainly one of the people who voted against me, but it is ok to touch me because I am openly not resentful at work. We broached the topic of my non-tenure at the end of the meal, and I said, ‘it’s not so bad for me, I am not really on the same wavelength about most things as the people in this department’ and he said, “but people really respect you for that.’ Huh.

6. In the mailroom, a colleague expressed grief about my non-tenuring and said ‘of all of the brains we had to keep in this last wave of tenuring, yours was the one we rejected? Yours was the one we should have kept.’ Hard to know how to respond to statements like this (like the one about how I was not tenured because I was such a scholar.).

7. My big lecture class is going really well this term, including a student who said to me last week that this may be the most important class he has ever taken. I feel a sort of attenuated affection for them, in that I am mostly focused on my own problems right now. A friend said last week at a particularly vulnerable moment for her that she felt that teaching was the most important thing we do. I wish our administrators felt that way. If the university eventually makes it impossible for me to teach, which is the thing that I derive the most pleasure from lately, what then?

17-2 against

Hey, two people on Dean’s P & T voted FOR me!

I need to concentrate

But I am totally flabbergasted. The chief Dementor came into my office this evening and totally reversed course. My work is astoundingly good, I just need to finish it, is there any way I can send it off THIS WEEK, if he can help me by reading stuff, he will.

Where is this coming from?

Das Sonett

Sich in erneutem Kunstgebrauch zu üben,
Ist heil’ge Pflicht, die wir dir auferlegen:
Du kannst dich auch, wie wir, bestimmt bewegen
Nach Tritt und Schritt, wie es dir vorgeschrieben.

Denn eben die Beschränkung läßt sich lieben,
Wenn sich die Geister gar gewaltig regen;
Und wie sie sich denn auch gebärden mögen,
Das Werk zuletzt ist doch vollendet blieben.

So möcht’ ich selbst in künstlichen Sonetten,
In sprachgewandter Maße kühnem Stolze,
Das Beste, was Gefühl mir gäbe, reimen;

Nur weiß ich hier mich nicht bequem zu betten:
Ich schneide sonst so gern aus ganzem Holze,
Und müßte nun doch auch mitunter leimen.

Robert Gernhardt: Materialien zu einer Kritik der bekanntesten Gedichtform
italienischen Ursprungs

Sonette find ich sowas von beschissen,
so eng, rigide, irgendwie nicht gut;
es macht mich ehrlich richtig krank zu wissen,
da wer Sonette schreibt. Da wer den Mut

hat, heute noch so’n dumpfen Schei zu bauen;
allein der Fakt, da so ein Typ das tut,
kann mir in echt den ganzen Tag versauen.
Ich hab da eine Sperre. Und die Wut

darüber, da so’n abgefuckter Kacker
mich mittels seiner Wichserein blockiert,
schafft in mir Aggressionen auf den Macker.

Ich tick nicht, was das Arschloch motiviert.
Ich tick es echt nicht. Und wills echt nicht wissen:
Ich find Sonette unheimlich beschissen.

Meeting today, finally, with the senior person on the P & T committee most likely to give me reliable information. The information he gave me is not the point, though it conflicts strongly with other information I’d been given, but rather the person.

Conversation: what should I do? Discussion ensues. Then he says, “so what else are you doing?” (i.e., besides weighing the possibility of petitioning for reconsideration). I am honest with him and tell him that I am often not sure I want to be a professor.

A full on press ensues, a sales job sondergleichen, almost a confession of faith to the professorial profession. Only here, only we, live intellectual lives, have the leisure to pursue our interests.

The question is why he can’t say “I want you to stay” or even “you should be a professor” but only “being a professor is wonderful.”

Friday Quick Takes

1. I have swine flu (I am pretty sure) and have been home since Tuesday evening. What did people do when they were sick, before internet and general literacy/cheap print?

2. Announcement of first death due to flu on our campus accompanied by a reminder that we should all take precautions not to spread infection or become infected, thus creating the inevitable conclusion that victim died because the rest of us weren’t washing our hands enough.

3. A student in my big fall lecture last term was killed while jogging near campus last Friday. They have not identified the driver of the vehicle but are not calling it a hit and run, either. I just heard today, and had I not been sick I’d have gone to the funeral, although this was a student whom I didn’t like much. I’m tempted to conclude in line with the previous reasoning that jogging killed her. Yes, I know that is offensive.

4. People continue to react with surprise to me when I accomplish my usual tasks. Like they maybe thought I’d quit working once I got turned down? Actually, I almost have, but because of calendar issues and being sick. I’ll get back on the wagon next week.

5. I really am enjoying the latest album of Regina Spektor. “Blue lips, blue veins, blue, the color of our planet from far, far away.”

6. Loving A.S. Byatt’s new novel.

7. Looking forward to getting my sense of taste back, and to venturing out into the world tomorrow.

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