Today's XKCD cracked me up. Though, ironically, I went into philosophy because my perception of it was pretty much the exact opposite of the cartoonist's. (Well, leaving off the rigor criteria.) And I've not been proven wrong yet.
Laughing so hard I could cry... and grading. That's where lack of rigor comes in. Paraphrasing: "raising children in hostels in 19th century India so that they turn to rebel gangs for support is just like parents having latch-key kids who turn to junk food for emotional sustenance and then become overweight, which is wrong."
(I'm not kidding. I wish I were. Worse: this paper invokes Gandhi to justify that claim. I'm going to go eat fast food right now to feel better about this and get the grading done. But not because I was a latch-key kid or raised in a hostel while longing for rebels to rescue me from my loneliness.)
Generally, I keenly despise XKCD, almost as much as I do the wretched "Big Bang Theory," but this time, Randall Munroe hits the mark, much to my astonishment.
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(I'm not kidding. I wish I were. Worse: this paper invokes Gandhi to justify that claim. I'm going to go eat fast food right now to feel better about this and get the grading done. But not because I was a latch-key kid or raised in a hostel while longing for rebels to rescue me from my loneliness.)
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