If you are/were an English major in college, it is highly likely that I will love you. Or in the very least, like you.
I have yet to meet an English major that I did not like (aside from those elitist pretentious pricks in all of my literature classes). However, I am fairly certain this would change if I were actually in a doctoral program with those elitist pretentious pricks . . . which is why I have chosen to work in an environment where I am surrounded by unpretentious folk who are stupider than I am. I mean, younger.
I mean, more stupid.
My choice in major could easily be summed up by Hugh MacLeod:
“Back in college I was an English major. I had no aspirations for teaching, writing, or academe, it was just a subject I could get consistently high grades in. Plus I liked to read books and write papers, so it worked well enough for me.” – Ignore Everybody and 39 Other Keys to Creativity
AND The Salary Reporter says that jobs for English majors actually do exist.
So there’s hope for us yet.