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Just kidding. You're more likely to win the lottery than get tenure—they'll just replace him with an overworked adjunct.
But anyway Lobsterboi rage-quit UofT in a hilarious display of histrionics. I won't link to it because I don't want to give the NationalSocialist Post the clicks but the whole thing is extremely funny and you can read it if you want to put those kinds of words in your brain meat.
The reason he flounced is not, I'm quite convinced, that academia has become too woke that a cishet white man cannot catch a break anymore. It's more likely that he is a reanimated corpse kept mobile by the necromantic machinations of young Mikhaila Peterson's demon-possessed sorcerer boyfriend. Or he's making more on Patreon, or both.
If he were true to his beliefs he'd have to admit that the turn academia has taken is the inevitable result of the natural superiority of queer BIPOC academics with blue hair and they/them pronouns climbing to their place in the hierarchy over inferior cishet male academics, just as the unusual blue colouration of a lobster renders it fitter for survival in our modern order, but he'd rather be a whiny baby about it, clearly.
But anyway Lobsterboi rage-quit UofT in a hilarious display of histrionics. I won't link to it because I don't want to give the National
The reason he flounced is not, I'm quite convinced, that academia has become too woke that a cishet white man cannot catch a break anymore. It's more likely that he is a reanimated corpse kept mobile by the necromantic machinations of young Mikhaila Peterson's demon-possessed sorcerer boyfriend. Or he's making more on Patreon, or both.
If he were true to his beliefs he'd have to admit that the turn academia has taken is the inevitable result of the natural superiority of queer BIPOC academics with blue hair and they/them pronouns climbing to their place in the hierarchy over inferior cishet male academics, just as the unusual blue colouration of a lobster renders it fitter for survival in our modern order, but he'd rather be a whiny baby about it, clearly.
