Here’s the dealio: To succeed in academia, you’ve gotta be somewhat hard-working, extremely persistent, moderately talented, and LUCKY. If you are not willing to engage in a long-term career plan whose success hinges in large part on factors that are 100% out of your own control, then don’t do it.
If you are willing to roll the dice, then go for it. But don’t come crying all WATB if your luck doesn’t pan out, cause you’ve been told.
Academia is not a career for someone who wants to know that if they put in the hard work, they *will* get the reward.
What the fuck is up with the cheezy porno music? And what the fuck is some austrofrench motherfucker who can barely speak american doing in charge of CSR?
A young-dude former drug addict gets abducted and forced at gunpoint by some other young dudes to drive around with them and drink booze and smoke drugs. What’s the over-under on how long it takes for “abducted and forced at gunpoint” to turn into “relapsed”?
The only thing more annoying than the vuvuzuelas are the fucking whiny-ass cockbag motherfuckers complaining about them. If you wanna watch a fucking 0-0 tie game of that boring-ass soccer shit, at least shut the fucking motherfuck up about it. No one gives a flying fuck that the little horns are bothering you. In fact, normal sports fans are *glad* the little horns are annoying you, soccerdouche!
Glee appeals to the fantasies of frustrated former high-school losers who couldn’t sing, dance, or get laid and who were really “undiscovered talents” in their own minds.