How during the course of work on doctoral studies, could I even begin to feel like a ‘made man?’
A made man is a fully initiated member of the Mafia.
Doctoral education feels like a crime syndicate at times.
Secrecy, code, hierarchy, power, initiates, dons, oops deans, sudden death…
I felt briefly like I got the goods. I would be a made man.
While considering two ‘companion’ documents, a glaring contradiction leapt out.
I believe it’s really powerful. We’ll see…
Powerful in an embarrassing way to those in authority…
Have you ever had a knowing feeling, kinda like the kid whose gonna say the emperor isn’t wearing any clothes?
On the heels of that feeling came the image of a made Mafioso. Is this the excitement of irrefutable logic? Original contribution?
Who else has felt that surge of excitement in solitary work?