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Sunday, April 12, 2009


What To Do

Boys Fix Things. Girls Need Things Fixed. (via Metafilter) Hm. I mostly view this as a curiosity. These days, I think cultural mores hold a lot more sway in what sorts of expectations people want their kids to have. My parents have only told me that they wish I get a job which paid me enough to live comfortably (a sentiment that I completely agree with), but I grew up around a lot of Chinese Americans of the older generation who believed that you (if you happened to be Asian) would be a total failure if you did not become a medical doctor. It didn't matter if you were male or female. If you didn't end up going to medical school, people assumed you screwed up somewhere.

I try not to dwell on the subjective, pointless, and thoroughly depressing internal debate on whether or not I am a screw-up. Instead, I keep telling myself that it could be worse.


[posted by S. Y. Affolee on 10:42 AM : ]



Comments:
It's kind of surprising how many people who are - to most people looking at them from the "outside" - fairly constantly worried if they are a "screw up."

I do it to myself an awful lot. I ask myself why I don't have more papers published, why I don't have a burning ambition to be at a Research I school writing grants and staying in the lab until 2 am...

I don't know. I hope that old saw about "no one ever says on their deathbed that they wish they spent more time at work" is actually true. I hate feeling guilty for taking relaxation time.
 
If it's any consolation, if you were at a Research I school writing grants, you wouldn't be staying in lab at 2 am. You'd have grad students taking that shift for you.

And if I could figure out more efficient ways to do things, I definitely won't say no to the free time (even with the guilt).
 
Where I work, you want something fixed, you call the girl: she's the one who actually knows how it works.
 
I was hired in a job to fix and break computer programming, and I'm a girl. However, my parents also got me boy toys as child if I showed interesting in the items. They just wanted me to be happy, too.
 
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