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Self-Deprecation

Somehow, this isn't as funny as some of the other ones. Not so much because it's personal. Maybe because I don't think most people with 'useless' masters degrees need any reminder that it makes them no more hireable or experienced than before. We are already a little embarrassed by our own education, and if anything is needed to keep us from pride, the monthly loan payments are surely enough! Even so, being once more included in the SWPL list has made me smile. Oh, blogger of cynicism, I can't help but think that your project is backfiring! when the White People chuckle to find themselves chuckled at...

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  1. I think I hit about 90% of this guy's rules. Apparently, I am white. Hmmmmmm....

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  2. heheh... i know, it's a startling realization but a healthy one. i think.

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