Is a PhD worth it? I’ve seen this question lurking around the hallowed threads of Twitter lately—a place I spend more time than I’d like to confess. A few people admit to regretting their PhD. Most—myself included — said that they don’t (I wrote about

I never thought I would leave. I loved academia. I talk to PhD students all the time who tell me that they want to work outside of academia. I never envisioned it. I had what I call a tenure-track vision of myself. I was going

There was a piece of advice that I heard again and again during my young life, long before I ever thought about doing a PhD. “Get a good job with a pension.” If there was academic advice mixed in with it, it was “study something

I spent a few years learning about papyrology during my doctorate. For those of you who don’t know, papyrus is sort of like an ancient paper that’s mostly found in Egypt. In 2016 I went to a big conference on papyrology in Barcelona. All of

“Do you think your PhD fucking impresses me?” I was sitting at a table in Ottawa’s prestigious Chateau Laurier for one of my worst job interviews ever. This angry little man in front of me had a PhD himself. And while ultimately I decided that

One morning last October, I put on my dress pants and dress shirt and climbed onto the bus into the city. The sun hadn’t yet risen over the last of the fall leaves, and there was a light haze hanging in the early-morning glow over

I was having lunch with a fellow PhD working outside of academia the other day, and I articulated something I’ve been thinking but didn’t quite know how to say. I don’t regret my PhD. I really don’t, even though I’m cynical about academia. Below are