A Fucking Philosophy Major?!
Surely, at one point during my college "career," someone uttered the above with incredulity. After I graduated and didn't feel so cool being a part of an elite academic department -- partly because I was becoming keenly aware of my dire debt any unemployment situation -- I would question myself over and over as to why I didn't do the smart thing and major in business. I mean, who the hell gets a degree in Philosophy? Obviously... me. But that raises a further, more bewildering question: just who the heck am I? And more importantly, just who do I think I am? We study identity in metaphysics and somewhat in epistemology, but the issue of one's humanity only becomes less clear and it escapes question frustratingly easy. I'm trying to say I'm supposed to know who I am and what I'm to do with myself and how to proceed. But I don't, even after studying the topic as a part of my impressively comprehensive curriculum. The whole th...