The pictures in that video would have looked exotic to me at one time but they no longer do, as such scenes can still be seen. Someone else says:
I’m tired of the confidence, the guys who act as if the wind is at their backs, all of which cloaks the true effort involved. Let’s stop pretending that this is easy. Let’s confess that writing is hard, teaching is hard, and striking a balance between the two is the hardest of all. Let’s talk about how hard it is to get a piece published in one of the top journals in our field. Let’s talk about how much harder it all is when our universities increase our teaching loads, put us on “furlough” (i.e., cut our pay), or rescind the $325 they had promised to help us fly to a conference. Let’s talk about how hard it is to do all this when you’re single, or when your partner lives 1200 miles away, or when you’re in an unhappy relationship.
Instead of trying to be Federer (2004-09), let’s emulate someone like Rafael Nadal instead — he sweats profusely, he grunts and sneers and has that whole superstitious routine before each point (tugs at his underwear, tucks his hair behind his ears), and you see him strain for every single ball. You might marvel at what he can do, but you’re never tricked into thinking he’s not working for it. Let’s call what we do WORK, and let’s stop wearing white monogrammed dinner jackets when we do it.
I had a job at a place where everyone was the monogrammed type Feminéma discusses here and they were irritating people, in part because they weren’t even that good. I am perhaps somewhat eccentric in my feeling that all the discussions of how difficult academic work is that I have heard in my life are an intimidation tactic, a way of gatekeeping. I do not think it is the work itself that is hard, I think it is the working conditions that make it hard. One of these working conditions involves having to listen to warnings about how hard it is and so on, and how you need to feel that it is hard.
The roof man wants me to trim trees I cannot reach even on a ladder. I said all right, I guess it is time for me to invest in one of those clippers on a pole. He said I had better hire an arborist. I asked the yard man his opinion. He said the roof man’s meaning in telling me to hire an arborist was that I could not do that job as a woman. I think a lot of the discussions about how hard we need to realize academic work is are about that — it is supposed to be too hard for us, we are supposed to perceive it as hard, because we are women.
The difficulty is not the work, it is dealing with the obstruction and the negative work atmospheres. Let us compare, for instance, the conditions of our new assistant professor and our new instructor.
INSTRUCTOR: Local M.A., local network of family and friends, no research or service responsibilities, access to well established, serious hobbies based in this area that ze enjoys. $33K + benefits, for 4-5 courses that are always versions of the same 4 or 5 courses, 3 day a week teaching schedule, ability to earn overtime through evening and summer teaching, is forgiven for putting everything on autograde, testing from a commercial test bank, and never assigning any kind of writing.
ASSISTANT PROFESSOR: Nationally or internationally competitive Ph.D., moved here from far away, not familiar with area, heavy research and service responsibilities, library has not acquired any books in hir field in this century. $44K + benefits, for 3-4 courses that are always new and different, and require serious preparation, 5 day a week teaching schedule, not well advised to take on extra teaching, will have teaching criticized if puts everything on autograde, tests from a commercial test bank, or does not assign writing.
I would say that is hard, yes.