I Will Not Pay For My Kids To Get An AAAASAA Degree It Is Not Worth It

Over the weekend I met an old college friend of mine, who finally graduated two years late. She majored in African American And African Studies And Anthropology. I asked her if she was getting a real job other than working at the concert venue in cool Downtown Phoenix. She said, "Yeah. I called the Yellow Cab place and asked about openings, and I start training next Tuesday." 

I looked at her and cocked my head, ready to say something, and instead remembered that I am the same age as her and my job involves me wearing a pinstriped collared shirt with a cheesy vest and a clip-on tie.