I wish good hearted older people could stop telling me getting a PhD would make me less eligible! As if this stupid reason could change my mind and realise,
“Oh. You’re indeed very right! Was I out of my mind? Who cares about education and personal accomplishment and making a dent in the universe? I should just marry whoever available and make babies because this is what womanhood is all about! A woman is no real woman without the magical “Mrs.” in front of her name!”
I’m way more worried about being overeducated for a real world job than marriage after graduation. Even if it was true, it would be a price I’m willing to pay. I didn’t wake up yesterday and decided it was fun to get a PhD. This idea had been nagging me for years until I had the guts to apply over and over again until it finally becomes a reality. It isn’t a reckless decision like getting a shotgun wedding at Vegas.
It’s such an insult that people think I will trade my dream, my being, my life-long pursuit, for a misogynist who only likes me because I’m beneath him.
Some people are born to change the world, not to be soccer moms.