To place this in context, we would do well to remember why Lynn is deadly serious when she writes ooky-booky tosh about the turning of generational wheels:
This was from thirteen years ago. John was thirty-three while Elly was thirty-two. It's bloody ridiculous and stupid to whine about children eating youth and joy but they did it so often and so loudly, Mike, Liz and April would be confused by its absence.
"Autumn of our lives" at THIRTY-THREE? Um, maybe if it's the Middle Ages. When I was 33 I was about to start only the second year of my teaching career and had been divorced for a year and a half. I felt like my life had barely started at 33. What the hell is this morbid nonsense?
BTW, Elly, MAYBE you'll be there to keep John warm. Or maybe it will be someone else doing that. Who are you trying to convince here, Mrs. Aging Trophy Wife?
This idiotic twaddle is, as I have said before, due to someone not outgrowing the belief that thirty is fossilized. Someone is a damn toddler terrified of being mistaken for an old lady whose life is used up.
Something else comes into play that I'll explore in depth tomorrow: John's irritating habit of taking himself more seriously than he should while behaving as if the feelings of other people are a big joke.
I was 34 when I finished my PhD. I definitely felt like things were just starting for me. They can definitely f all the way off with that "autumn" talk.
My niece has a copy of The Big Eff You, John!!.......I mean, 5-0. Suffice to say, the reason that he doesn't say the right things is that he shares her belief in the wrong ones.
I got my Master's when I was 27 and had to choose between getting married and moving out of the area, or staying put and working for my PhD. I made the wrong decision, and when I returned home five years later decided that the door to getting a Doctorate had closed for me and started teaching High School instead. I do NOT regret THAT decision.
Can't say that I blame you! You have decades of teaching high-school history. My "academic career" was pretty much over before it began, and my current career has nothing to do with my PhD in English, other than being "good at English" as a general benefit.
I have an older brother and sister who have college degrees- I'm told my older sister has a Master's Degree, but I'd need to see the receipts before I believed that. Neither has ever had a job that can't be done by High School dropouts, as is evidenced by the fact that most of their fellow employees have been High School graduates at most. I don't know why they went to college at all. Meanwhile my younger sister is the only member of the family to never go to college, and she once ran her own business and has been a well-paid state employee in a technical job for two decades.
To place this in context, we would do well to remember why Lynn is deadly serious when she writes ooky-booky tosh about the turning of generational wheels:
This was from thirteen years ago. John was thirty-three while Elly was thirty-two. It's bloody ridiculous and stupid to whine about children eating youth and joy but they did it so often and so loudly, Mike, Liz and April would be confused by its absence.
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"Autumn of our lives" at THIRTY-THREE? Um, maybe if it's the Middle Ages. When I was 33 I was about to start only the second year of my teaching career and had been divorced for a year and a half. I felt like my life had barely started at 33. What the hell is this morbid nonsense?
BTW, Elly, MAYBE you'll be there to keep John warm. Or maybe it will be someone else doing that. Who are you trying to convince here, Mrs. Aging Trophy Wife?
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Something else comes into play that I'll explore in depth tomorrow: John's irritating habit of taking himself more seriously than he should while behaving as if the feelings of other people are a big joke.
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I was 34 when I finished my PhD. I definitely felt like things were just starting for me. They can definitely f all the way off with that "autumn" talk.
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My niece has a copy of The Big Eff You, John!!.......I mean, 5-0. Suffice to say, the reason that he doesn't say the right things is that he shares her belief in the wrong ones.
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I got my Master's when I was 27 and had to choose between getting married and moving out of the area, or staying put and working for my PhD. I made the wrong decision, and when I returned home five years later decided that the door to getting a Doctorate had closed for me and started teaching High School instead. I do NOT regret THAT decision.
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Can't say that I blame you! You have decades of teaching high-school history. My "academic career" was pretty much over before it began, and my current career has nothing to do with my PhD in English, other than being "good at English" as a general benefit.
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I have an older brother and sister who have college degrees- I'm told my older sister has a Master's Degree, but I'd need to see the receipts before I believed that. Neither has ever had a job that can't be done by High School dropouts, as is evidenced by the fact that most of their fellow employees have been High School graduates at most. I don't know why they went to college at all. Meanwhile my younger sister is the only member of the family to never go to college, and she once ran her own business and has been a well-paid state employee in a technical job for two decades.
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