I got my PhD way back in 1993. A long time ago now, but they were some of the best days of my life so far--where I met most of my best friends.
I was trying to remember what it was like--and realized it was much like my life is today. Typical day started about 8 a.m. and finished at 10 p.m. That was my day as a student--at least 4 days a week--unless an experiment went wrong in which case I'd wasted all of the preceding day's work, but I'd get off early.
And that is my day as a mom and a writer, LOL. (plus night duty)
Some people have funny attitudes to people with Ph.D's (or fuds as we called them). Some people get intimidated, others get shirty and start quoting the old 'university of life' crap. What--you think I live in a vacuum? Some people are determined to prove they know more than you do about some freaky obscure subject. Very likely--I'm not good at everything.
Let me tell you what a Ph.D. tells you about someone--nothing about their intelligence that's for sure...just that they can probably pass basic maths and English.
What it tells you is they know how to work hard, perservere against crappy situations, equipment failures and idiots who call themselves professors. They also know how to live on next to nothing for a surprising amount of years... sound familiar?
My dad always gives me grief about 'university types'. It annoys me because it makes out that I think I'm better than somebody else--not so--not even close. I respect and admire anyone who works hard. I am deeply grateful to those men and women who put their lives on the line in the military. I am in awe of teachers because I can barely cope with two kids, let alone thirty! I even admire people working in MacDonalds because I know it would drive me crazy.
But maybe that happened a long time ago :-)