It’s the last line of a good article on the decline of academic relationships inside the academy itself (via Ann Althouse, via Glenn Reynolds). The very short version? Professors and teachers in the same college don’t hang out any more, which makes them easy meat every time somebody with a chip on their shoulder decides to offer one of them up on the altar of insensitivity. And the people running the colleges don’t actually mind, because this works out for them in the long run: makes it easier for them to do the diversity hiring that keeps the chip-on-their-shoulder people quiet. Of course, hiring primarily for diversity makes it harder to develop personal academic relationships (which leads to hanging out), so…
This would all be Nasty Fun hysterical, with a double helping of schadenfreude, except for one thing: in about sixteen years I have to send my kid to one of these places for an education. Having them collectively remove their craniums from their rectums before then would be optimal.
PS: It’s been years since high school Latin, sorry. I don’t even feel like looking up what those two plurals would be.
Crossposted at Moe Lane.