But why are tenured philosophy professors unhappy? It doesn’t make very much sense. The job security is pretty good. The pay’s not horrible. You have more control over your time and physical space than most other victims of late capitalism. Objectively speaking, your colleagues are less irritating than when you worked at that large retail store in high school. There are always some great students. And, if you are not a total bum, you get an hour or two each day doing what you claim to love. Why the unhappiness? Why so much alcoholism? Why are so many of us taking prescription happy pills?
The weirdest thing is that a lot of people only fall apart after getting tenure. I don’t have statistics, but off the top of my head I can think of six friends of mine have gone through appalling levels of suffering which commenced immediately after receiving tenure.--Jon Cogburn@Philpers.