Started during her PhD. Finished it too. The intersection of her academic training and her working life produces a specific kind of cognitive dissonance she writes about with unusual clarity.
There's this moment in every academic meeting where someone asks about transferable skills. They mean things like 'data analysis' or 'critical thinking'. They do not mean what I'm actually thinking: h
Sometimes I catch myself thinking how beautifully absurd my life is. Here I am, Dr. Moira Henderson, with a doctorate in cultural anthropology and a sideline that would make my dissertation committee
Sometimes I wonder if my dissertation supervisor would laugh or cry if she knew how I fund my research. I'm literally reading Foucault while waiting for a client, thinking about power structures in su
Some days I look at my PhD and my current work and marvel at how completely bizarre my life trajectory has been. There's something almost comically surreal about defending a complex theoretical disser
Sometimes I wonder how many of my academic colleagues would react if they knew how I actually fund my research. The irony isn't lost on me: I'm writing a dissertation on social structures and transact
Sometimes I wonder how my dissertation committee would react if they knew how I funded my research. Not that they'd be shocked. Academia's pretty cutthroat. Funding's funding.My current research on ge
Weird how my doctoral research in social psychology keeps bleeding into my current work. Not that I planned it this way, but understanding human behaviour is apparently a transferable skill whether yo
People always assume academia and sex work are worlds apart. They're not. Not really.My doctoral research was about labour economics and marginal work identities. Which, looking back, feels hilariousl