My uncle got his PHD in anthropology from Duke studying Lemurs in Madagascar and “consulted” on some lemur puppet show on pbs similar to blues clues. He almost died living in the wild for 4-6 month stretches in Madagascar, being in the hospital for malaria for multiple month stretches. (Don’t go camping in the Madagascar jungle). The lengths people will go to get degrees that don’t offer real world jobs. But hey, now he’s 60 and has all his student loans paid off but had to take a job at a middling state university to get tenured like a middle Tennessee state. The life of an academic was always appealing to me besides the having to write papers and show up for class part to get the PHD. I liked the never having to really work idea and hanging out at college pubs and dating the constant stream of grad students. “Guys my age are so immature, professor. You are the only one who understands me”.