A belated merry Christmas to everyone who's reading this, and good luck to everyone who's headed out to MLA this weekend!
It occurs to me that in the Regency romance of the academic job market, I have become the Elder Sister Who Married the Poor Curate, and consequentially can be of no help whatsoever in bringing the younger ones Into Society. But you do have my very good wishes for a successful Season.
Or, to employ a somewhat less embarrasing comparison: may you have a fine three days of hunting, catch the deer, boar, fox, or knight of your choice, and have to exchange your winnings with nobody.
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But winnings that consist of kisses are most fun when exchanged.
Alas, I have never gotten so lucky at the MLA, although I'm sure that someone has... :)
Hilarious metaphor, by the way. I'm envious.
Ah, brilliant!
I'm the spinster who's living in the midst of nowhere in genteel poverty, who must not be mentioned in polite company. :/
I love the MLA as Regency romance!
Bardiac, I'm not sure people who have tenure get to be spinsters in this particular metaphor :)
RG, What Now? -- glad you enjoyed the idea!
Brilliant!
Hmm, maybe not. But I've seen the sneers of disgust that typical MLA-goers get on their face when they see the school on my nametag. And I've gotten those sneers aplenty from grad students, too.
And seriously, I'll be damned if I'm going to have to be married, even in a metaphor! :) Maybe I can be the spinster who lives with a friend?
Ooo, you can be someone who has Sunk Beneath Reproach! How about being the proprietor of a gaming-hell or something?
Oh, "sunk beneath reproach" has a nice ring to it!
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