Saturday, February 05, 2011

Why not discourage preparation for bad jobs?

What difference does it make?

Kid graduates with degree in theater, gets job folding sweaters.
Kid graduates with degree in women's studies, gets job folding sweaters.
Kid graduates with degree in English literature, gets job folding sweaters.

The first kid pursues a hobby acting or directing in regional theater, enjoys a fulfilling avocation.   For theater, you could substitute playing an instrument, singing, painting.   So maybe the kid doesn't make a name for himself in theater or movies or as a soloist at Carnegie Hall.  He still has learned something he values which is of use to him.

The other two--not so much.


Anonymous said...

That was one strange piece of logic @the link.
1st of, someone who is over 18yo is not a child. (S)he is an adult, in the eyes of the law and by physiological and psychological reasons.
Parent might "discourage" his/her decisions, including sex, drugs, jobs or choice of subject of study, but ultimately the responsibility for the actions lies with their son or daughter.

2nd: music, performing and representational arts could be "jobs", yes, but most often are vocations. Very few people are versatile enough to be an excellent accountant if by their psychotype and natural talents they are inclined to be an actor. It is a different matter entirely, whether a society at a given moment need an "n" number of painters or violinists, which is a basic supply/demand issue, i.e. would they be able to make a living by that. But then it is a personal choice of the practitioner.
People change professions all the time. Not everything depends on parent's intentions and plans - life happens; someone with engineering degree moves to a place where there is no industry - but he finds a job as paralegal and then makes a career as industrial arbitration lawyer. It can happen!

John Salmon said...

It seems, Miriam, that you an undue antipathy for sweater-folding.

miriam said...

Tat: Good point. John: I'm just jealous--I'm a poor sweater folder myself.