In a rare bit of good news for recent literature grads, former grads, and lovers of literary prose the world over, the 20 Most Useless Degrees were published in April by the Daily Beast — and a literature degree is no where near the top. Pole position for ignominy goes to journalism, that sad pathetic craft which counts among its practitioners such useless word-spinners as G. Orwell, C. Hitchens, C. Portis, E. Hemingway, M. Twain, and others. No, lit majors are no where near the top. They’re in 15th position, drafting behind such mediocrities as art history, theater, music, and even, mirabile dictu, chemistry and mechanical engineering. Now we could quibble about the meaning of the term “useless” and even question the value of median starting salaries and median mid-career salaries, but let’s face it — these degrees suck. You know it and I know it. If you earn one of them, you’re less likely to internalize the language of business, as well as the amoral values associated with it. You’re less likely to take your ambition in the world too seriously, and less likely to be avaricious and earn a lot of money, and more likely to appreciate the finer things in life, assuming you can afford them. After all money is freedom to do things, be those things what they may. So what do these useless degrees show? Well, that the larger market economy of which our lives are a part is fairly whacked. So toss your hat to that.
20 Most Useless Degrees