Something occurred to me a few days ago, in a rare glimmer of respite from the self-absorption. (Don't get me wrong. We're all about wallowing in the self-absorption here at PJMB. But even the navel-gazingest of philosophers can manage to pull her head out of her ass once in a while.) I was talking with another friend about a colleague of ours--this really great guy who's had a streak of shitty things happen to him, both on the job market and off--about how we were both hoping this would finally be his year on the market. And I realized that it's not just my own self-absorbed ass I've got to worry about.
The fact is, a lot of people I care a lot about are going to end up fucked by this beast. That really fucking sucks.