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Last year she was awarded a PhD in Creative Writing in the Media and Communications at RMIT about Werewolves and Vampires (amongst other things).
In her first post for the Whisperer Evelyn told us the fun side of having a ‘hottie’ research topic.
In this post, which she wrote while still studying, Evelyn considers the problem of dealing with advice from everyone - even her hair dresser - on what her thesis should include. I guess you would call this one of those ‘good problems’ - or would you?
There is a flip side to having a hottie research topic that I hadn’t really considered until now. I have such a fascinating subject that everyone loves it and wants in.
I am investigating the scientifically created animal-human hybrid in science fiction and while that is a mouthful, it is necessary to state my parameters even in casual conversation. Because, believe me, everyone has an opinion on what I am doing, and how I should be doing it.
I should be pleased that those I meet are even remotely interested in a research area that has consumed me for nearly five years. But just as it is impossible to read every journal article and every book on a subject, it is also impossible to keep up with everyone’s suggestions.
And by everyone, I mean everyone. From the other school mum in the supermarket checkout, to my hairdresser, the guy who fixes my car, my kid’s friend’s parents - even my kid’s friends - they all want in.
I am not even taking into account the “casual academic” encounters, either. They are the “ordinary” conversations you have as you speak to other people in the university. These academics may not work directly with you, but they will also have an opinion on your research.
Now, if I was doing what many consider “serious” research - by that I mean something in engineering, science or computing that few have any understanding of let alone the vocabulary to speak about it - then it wouldn’t be an issue. Even with a lot of academics.
However, I work in the humanities, and everyone feels free to wade in with an opinion. Especially as in SF and popular culture and you can’t swing a cat without coming into contact with images of the post-human.
All around us are films, computer games, television series and books that feature the augmented human, human hybrids, and enhanced humans.
From the new version of Total Recall, to covert operatives chemically enhanced physically and mentally in The Bourne Legacy, depictions of humans changed by science are all around us.
I suppose over the years I have also become more confident in speaking about my research, and like a woman in love, I can’t stop dropping my beloved’s name every opportunity I get.
My enthusiasm must be contagious, because it seems that everyone now feels an expert in my area. Some recent comments:
- “Have you watched The Blob?”
- “What about Beauty and the Beast?”
- “Why Frankenstein? He wasn’t an animal hybrid, was he?”
- “Why not mythological creatures?”
- “What’s your opinion on The Centipede, anyway?”
- “Aren’t you disgusted researching bestiality?”
- “Is zoophilia about - zoos?”
- “How as a feminist can you include a misogynistic movie like Splice in your exegesis?”
- “Why haven’t you considered aliens in your research?”
- “What about Cordwainer Smith’s works?”
- “I’d steer clear of Lacan if I was you.”
- “Have you considered another expert in narratology?”
- “I would really be looking at Deleuze and Guattari at this point.”
I am not sure what the answer is. Stop talking to people about what I do? Shut myself in a room for half a year? Learn to ignore everyone?
Something I have also written about is how doing a doctorate is a lot like being pregnant. In fact, being overwhelmed by conflicting advice is what happened when I was pregnant with my first child.
Everyone had advice for me, from the hairdresser to the receptionist, to my mother’s friends and experts I interviewed as a journalist. If you have had a baby, you will know what I mean.
- “Aren’t you doing natural childbirth?”
- “Why didn’t you choose the maternity hospital I went to?”
- “Aren’t you going to use organic nappies?”
- “You are going to breastfeed, aren’t you?”
- “You’re not planning on breastfeeding, are you?”
- “How much maternity leave are you taking?”
- “You aren’t going to put your baby into childcare, are you?”
- “You are planning on calling the baby - what???”
Now, if I was to apply this same approach to my doctorate, I suspect I should listen just to my supervisor, and not every passing comment no matter how enthusiastic or well intentioned, or academically well considered.
The reason new mums-to-be read every pregnancy book and listen to what everyone says is that they are entering new territory.
As capable career women, we are used to having control over our lives and suddenly, the rug is being pulled from under our feet. We grasp onto anything we can find to help us make sense of the tsunami of change about to be unleashed on our life by a baby.
And so it is with the doctorate. I have never done one before. I don’t know how I’ll cope with the birth/ completion process. What if I get into trouble? What if the baby/ doctorate gets into distress? Who is going to help me push out the 90,000 words and urge me on, with encouraging words and ice chips?
I have decided that the only thing to do is put blinkers on, and stick to my birth plan/ proposal. Schedule increasingly regular checkups with my supervisor, and make sure I get enough time to pack for the hospital/ completion date.
And when it all seems too much, I simply have to imagine, after all the pain, a photo of myself cradling my doctoral certificate in my arms, beaming as proudly as any new mother.
If you want to read more about Evelyn’s thesis have a look at her PhD blog “100 days to the Doctorate”