Although others have told me otherwise, I have never found that my Ph D status is a particular winner with prospective partners.Only the other night, I was flirting over the onions in a popular supermarket, when they asked me what I did for a living.This is big news, and I am, for a change, able to produce some insightful comments. Instead, I am going to discuss the peculiarities of finding romance as a Ph D student.
You put up with them telling you how their boss is, just, like, a total idiot, and they put up with you telling them how your complex mixed-methods approach has been found epistemologically unsound.Now, leaving aside that I am definitely not doing my research for ‘a living’, I confessed that I was a Ph D student at the fine institution of Warwick.She gave me a long look, and then blurted out, “But…but you’re just a kid!Dating within the Ph D pool, meanwhile, is a different beast (a shark, if we are labouring the metaphor).Although one might imagine that there would be stolen glances and brushes of the hand aplenty amongst these academic saplings, it just does not seem to happen.
Now, I can only really speak with any authority about History (maybe there is some beautiful in the German Department, or some serious chemistry in…well, Chemistry), but I think it’s true that Ph D students are not finding the apple of their eye over the coffee in the staffroom. Having said this, I can think of many academics who have hitched up with fellow scholars, although rarely from the same department, so clearly it is not impossible.