In the comments section of Andrew Moon's recent post on getting a TT job after 8 years on the market, 'Stuck PhD' wrote:
Andrew (and Marcus, and anyone else, who's come out the other side of this journey): Congratulations! Did you have to deal with any internal bitterness after your great publications didn't seem to advance your career? If so, what did you do to deal with that bitterness? And what would your advice be to someone who just doesn't think he's committed enough to a career in philosophy to chance an 8-year journey?
My attitude toward philosophy has always been more lukewarm than that of some of my colleagues, and I'm not sure that, what for you seems to have been a worthwhile 8-year journey, would make me happy. From observing your friends, and experiencing the repeated tribulations of the market, what kind of advice could you provide?
A wonderful and important set of queries–and ones very close to my heart. I can of course only speak for myself, but let me briefly share my answers (as someone who was on the market for seven years before finally getting a TT jobs).
Question 1: "Did you have to deal with any internal bitterness after your great publications didn't seem to advance your career?"
I don't think I was ever bitter (at least not for more than a few moments here or there): "worn out to the deepest depths of my soul" is a much better description of how I felt. I worked my tail into the ground trying to get a TT job: to publish as much as I could, be the best damn teacher I could be, engage in as much service as I could, and so on. I hate to complain about my life, as these are first-world problems. But here is a fully honest tid-bit: every night when I went to bed, that was (sadly) the happiest time of my entire day–laying my head down on my pillow and (hopefully) escaping the reality of the job-market and struggle for several hours of sleep (alas, I have a sleep disorder, so that didn't always work). Much of the time, I felt like Sisyphus, rolling a boulder up a hill for no reason. But, I don't like to give up, so I didn't. I'm an absurdly optimistic fellow, with a very strong "internal locus of control." I realize the world sucks in many ways, and that all one can really control is what one does oneself–so that's what I tried to console myself with: whatever was under my control.
Question 2: "If so, what did you do to deal with that bitterness?"
The short answer is, I refused to give into bitterness. My spouse is a PhD student in a top program in Industrial-Organizational Psychology. One of the many things she has taught me (from her studies) is that things like bitterness and blaming external events (viz. having "external locus of control") are known to be maladaptive. However terrible life is, these things won't lead you where you need to go. Trust me, I know. I spent a good deal of time in graduate school frustrated and bitter–mainly because I hated "competing" and didn't want to play the professional game of networking, etc.–and it all it led me to do is play videogames, join a band, and go hang out with my mates every night. Not the best career moves. Fortunately, I learned better before it was too late.
Flash forward several years to 2011. By that time, I had spent one year in a research VAP at UBC and two years here at the University of Tampa. If you look at my CV, you'll see that by 2011 (three years post-PhD) I had published a measly two short reply pieces–not even a single full-length article. I was worried and miserable, figuring I was more or less "done" (i.e. not going to make it). I wasn't enjoying my research, as I was basically writing the kind of articles I hate writing but was encouraged to write by basically everyone (papers that one "one small step" targeting some influential argument or strand of thought in the literature)…and I remember thinking to myself, "Is this why I got into philosophy?"
Since the answer to that question was, "Um, no", I decided to just try to have fun. I mean, heck, if I wasn't going to get a tenure-track job, why stress over it so much? I figured, you know what, I'm just going to do what comes naturally to me–writing the kinds of papers that got me into grad school in the first place: big, ambitious, risky papers that were almost certainly too big for my britches. And what do you know? First of all, I started having a blast! Whereas I previously agonized over papers for months again, I started drafting maybe one paper per week just about every week on a new topic–on whatever interested me. A good number of them were worthless of course, but at least I was having a killer time writing–and indeed, honing my writing skills. Second, I found what Linus Pauling famously said, "The best way to have a good idea is to have a lot of ideas." For every ten bad ideas I wrote about, I seemed to find one good one…and I started publishing!
I also started to have fun teaching again. I started trying out research ideas in intro classes. "A New Theory of Free Will" started out when I was sick of teaching the same old compatibilism and incompatibilism, and wanted to come up with something new and fun for students to think about. "Unifying the Categorical Imperative" started out as an intro-to-ethics lecture just trying to make some sense or other of how Kant's formulas are related. Etc. Once again, fun saved the day.
I also had fun with students, coaching a few debate teams–which started to do pretty well. I've had a few proud moments as a teacher, but honestly the single best feeling I have ever had in this profession (aside from perhaps one beautiful morning that I had one lovely philosophical insight) was seeing my students win a championship going undefeated. I remember thinking to myself, "Man, you know, this is why I do this."
Long story short, the academic job-market is about as fun as burning in hell–and for a very long while I was going to bed every night trying to escape this strange life I made for myself. But what I learned, above all else, is what Elsa said, "Let it go." Try to have some fun while you can. Do philosophy in a way that feels authentic to why you got into philosophy in the first place, show up to class and have a blast playing ideas. You may get a job our of it, you might not (it certainly took me a while). Whatever the case, you just you might find that having fun and doing the best you can for its own sake makes it easier to look yourself in the mirror at the night and know that, whatever happens, you gave philosophy your best and had fun doing it.
Question 3: "And what would your advice be to someone who just doesn't think he's committed enough to a career in philosophy to chance an 8-year journey?"
Sadly, my sincere advice would be: don't do it. I think you have to truly love this stuff to keep going through it all. No, I don't buy the, "Only go to grad school if you can't imagine yourself doing anything else." If you can't imagine yourself doing anything else, you don't have a very good imagination and probably won't be able to come up with good thought-experiments anyway (just kidding!). Seriously, though, in retrospect I honestly don't know if I would advise seeking a PhD in philosophy to anyone. It has been that tough, and I'm one of the relatively lucky ones: I got a tenure track job. But none of this was what I expected. I started philosophy at age 17, and like many a naive young person figured I would have a tenure-track job well before my thirtieth birthday. I ended up (barel) tenure track job literally half of a lifetime later at the ripe old age of 38–you know about 10 years later than I thought when I started grad school (and with a ton of student debt to boot). The only thing that kept me going (besides my ridiculous undying optimism) is my love of reading, writing, and talking philosophy. This is not an over-statement. If I didn't truly love philosophy, I would have given up a long time ago.
Consequently, at least after what I've seen, I think if you do decide to hazard this life, you had better love it. Unless you are one of the rare geniuses who everyone thinks is a genius, you will go through some impossibly hard times. I've seen philosophy eat up and spit out more than a few talented grad students, and it just might spit out you. If you are going to risk that much, make sure you're doing it for something you truly love.
Okay…I guess that's all I got. My advice is: let it go my friends. Let go of the bitterness. As hard as it may be to do, just try to enjoy what you do and do the best damn job you possibly can. For better or worse, what will be will be. The world is, as we all know, an unfair, unjust, unforgiving place–but for all that, we all have precious little time on this Earth. All you can do is try your best, try to have some fun, try to turn some lemons into lemonade, and try to remain a decent human being in the process. But don't take it from me. Take it from Death-Metal Elsa:
How about the rest of you who have grappled with these issues? How would you answer Stuck, PhD's questions?
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