stating that Dr. Jill Biden should not use her title because all she had done to earn it was complete the coursework laid out by a university, pass her exams, and write a dissertation that was both relevant to her field and approved by her committee of academic advisors. Dr.
The grad school professor who stopped me by the mailboxes in the English department to ask whether I was trying to make “the rest of us feel bad” by wearing business attire when, in reality, I had been reprimanded during the first weeks of school for wearing a tee-shirt under a blazer on a Friday like the rest of the department did.
The grad school professor who asked me, at a party in front of all my classmates, why I had not considered beauty school, what with being so pretty and all. The same professor who presented me with two of my married male colleagues at a party a few weeks later andwhich one of them I would let “eat my pussy in hell.” Both of those colleagues laughed it off and had book deals by graduation.
The same professor, at that bar after my workshop, demanded I tell him and my classmates which of my teeth aren’t real.