The taxi I was in stopped at a red light. The sign next to it was big and beautiful: white letters on blue background showing a list of degrees, one of which is that college no one has heard of that starts with the letter “H”.
I had to figure out what that man actually does. Ah, I see, he is a doctor. He was educated in the U.S. He has been to places. But I cannot quite tell whether he is a gynecologist or a pediatrician.
The light turned green.
It so happened that on the same day I listened to a speech. The person said, “After five master’s degrees, I know what … should be.” I counted my own degrees in the head, twitched in the chair. Better not to mention them. Not enough.
Perhaps this is a Taipei phenomenon? I don’t remember seeing degrees displayed on signs on the street in Shanghai, New York, Berlin, or Paris. I probably didn’t pay enough attention there.
Face it, degrees matter.
Yes, I hear you and I totally agree with you.