Two or three days after Christmas, like clockwork, philosophers converge upon a hotel in a major city for the Eastern Division meeting of the American Philosophical Association, or, as it is colloquially called in philosophical circles, the APA. It's kind of a big deal. It's especially a big deal for those of us junior philosophers, ABD graduate students and recent Ph.D's, who are in the hunt for a job. Just in time for this momentous occasion, your friends, Soon-to-be-Jaded Dissertator and Second Suitor, are spreading their wings and collectively flying solo as the duo behind this here venture, The Philosophy Smoker.
For those not in the know (probably very few of you; hello old True Believers and new fellow Smokers!) we're named after everyone's favorite APA event. It's during this event that job applicants, those very few lucky enough to have secured interviews at the APA, and other intrepid souls have the distinct pleasure of being able to chat up the strangers who are deciding their futures. It's awkward, it's shitty, it's like you're thirteen all over again and trying to peel yourself off the wall to talk to that hot girl/boy at your middle school's Winter dance.
But you do it, because not only does your love of philosophy make you do things you don't want to do, but so does the profession. Sometimes those things are fucked up, sometimes they're awesome, and sometimes you don't know what to think about them. But, almost assuredly, issues related to the profession of philosophy are always fun to talk/bitch about.
In that spirit, The Philosophy Smoker is going to be a place for doing just that. Welcome.