Social Sciences, Poetry and Ranting about Universities
When I was three years old
Whenever I hurt myself
I’d run to my parents for comfort
And they would ask me
Where did you hurt yourself?
I would drag them across the flat
To the table
Or chair
Or doorframe
Which had hurt me
And shout
There! That is where my hurt myself!
And my parents would tell off the offending object
Until I felt better
I should do a squat every day My yoga teacher tells me While I am perched awkwardly on my mat … More
Rather, we need to understand impostor syndrome as a form of social sufferingg, as a symptom, not of something wrong with us, but with the world we live and work in. In this short article I will explore impostor syndrome in terms of how it reflects on our sense of belonging and the conflicting values we are faced as academics and how it shows us the paradoxical nature of neoliberal agency.
Thinking in the Open 