Every day I feel as though I have been beaten with a stick and I think it is my violent workplace. Anything having to do with academic senate, AAUP, or lower division students is cataclysmically violent, like going to war; building safety personnel are unpleasant, and most faculty in my main subunit are working hard to make sure the others have a difficult day.
This is the only working class university I have ever been associated with. People have come in off the rigs and are on their way to “Vegas,” which is their main interest in life; this makes them rowdy.
But my suspicion is that all of the violence is not about class but about gender. Spanish, Acadian, and Louisiana Creole cultures are each particularly patriarchal and I live in all three, all the time. “It is a uniquely authoritarian institution in a highly authoritarian culture,” says one colleague.
Axé.