“[English majors] are highly sophisticated makers of symbolic material.” – Professor Heise, McGill
Fun fact: if my brother (who is studying Physics) and I both end up getting doctorates, we will both be Doctors of Philosophy. We likely won’t understand the other’s thesis if we exchange them, and we will learn vastly different skills in our pursuits of graduate degrees–nevertheless, we will end up being the exact same thing.
Now, guess which one of us is questioned at length about the usefulness of her degree, the difficulty of the work involved, the potential for longterm employment, and the importance of her field in the grand scheme of the world. Big hint: I used the feminine pronoun. Big reveal: it’s me, the English major.
Artsy fartsy stuff in disarray, as befitting an artsy.
When I talk to my brother about his work and his studies, I see so many parallels between our fields. We’re both communicators. He works to understand the universe. He explains it largely using the language of mathematics, although his near-constant assignments require English language skills as well. I work to understand our conception of the universe. I explain it in metaphors and in interpretations of the human experience. Our potential degrees are well-named: we’re really both working to become philosophers.
Maybe one day he will work at a space agency, or a lab, or a university, and he will discover great things and explain their workings and win a Nobel Prize. Hopefully, he’ll do all of the above. He’s really that brilliant. Maybe I’ll work at a university and write some books. For the sake of argument, to even out our potentials, maybe I will be the modern, Canadian equivalent of William Shakespeare.
Maybe we’ll both end up working at Tim Horton’s and my point is entirely moot* (unlikely for him–physicists are a hot commodity in the job market).
Will his contributions be more important to the world than mine?
To different people, maybe. Some people might even see the both of us as useless, overeducated academics of little use to the real world. Maybe he would be better off becoming a doctor and helping people in a directly tangible way. Maybe I would be better off becoming a farmer, and contributing tangibly to my community. Problems: he nearly faints at any talk of veins and blood, and I am a plant killer of the first degree. Our skills and talents are better suited to the career paths that we have chosen. Even so, maybe we should just suck it up and work at real jobs anyway, for the betterment of society. Isn’t that what I keep going on about, the betterment of society?
What I see my English degree doing is helping to change global attitudes and societal values. Science, without its balance in the Arts, does little to fully explain the world. True, it explains the Hows and Whys, but it doesn’t touch the “The Way in Which We Go About Doing Things” and the “How do We Feel About It?”. I am entirely preoccupied with these last two. But these alone are useless, if not complemented by the Hows and Whys. Science and Arts work together. We’re both important. And because we attempt to understand and explain the universe, and try to extend that understanding so that future generations will understand us (and hopefully understand themselves), we’re important to everyone else, even if what we do doesn’t seem as difficult or useful as a ‘real job’ out in the ‘real world’ beyond the university boundaries.
I’m privileged to be working towards my dream job: a career in academia. I mean this both in the sense that I’m really, really lucky that I have the support of my family and the financial means of pursuing my goals, and in the sense that I have found something (that I believe has great value to society) that I am certain I will be happy doing for the rest of my life. My work is hard, rewarding, and (by accident), really fun for me. I feel the same way about all jobs; when the individual is happy and successful in doing them, then he or she contributes to society in a wonderful way. This is not a competition to see who is more important, with all the losers declared incompetent and useless.
I am an artsy, and I will be employed, and I will do something for society. I will be judged by my own merits, and not in comparison to anyone else.
* I learned the word ‘moot’ from Rick Springfield’s “Jessie’s Girl”, and I love it very much.
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