I’ve always been smart as a monkey. In a bad way; but monkeys need not to take offence. I wasn’t smart enough though to believe that overeducation was a word. It’s not only a word, it’s a thing, as I discovered when I became officially overeducated.
When I completed my completely useless doctorate, I still didn’t believe in overeducation. Today, however, I found myself to be actually afflicted by this condition (not infectious, don’t worry). I received feedback from a publisher from an author whose paper I proofread. The author authorised and encouraged me to fix grammar, style and anything I should find disturbing. I found the paper in its entirety disturbing, so I made a few changes intended to make it more bearable.
The publisher complained of my use of the term negative motivation because he believed it was the same as demotivation. The publisher isn’t Jon Snow, as I far as I know, but he knows nothing. The author furthermore complained of my use of the word susceptible because he didn’t know what that was and believed it was a four-letter word (while it’s clearly an eleven-letter word). And I didn’t even use the term discourse because I didn’t want to be a smartass (for a change).
Meanwhile, I remain, truly yours, intellectually arrogant. The struggle is real.