Disillusions of an early career researcher in mass-produced academia

This piece was anonymised and certain details were omitted to avoid negative repercussions on the careers of the authors. The summer after I defended my PhD and obtained a unanimous high distinction, I felt I was on top of the world. I was feeling a mix of excitement, wonder and a sense of being part …

The dream is over – Chronicles from the Italian Lockdown

We will go back to a new normality. One that allows us to move beyond capitalism. Dismantle colonial structures of oppression. And live in inclusive societies. During the first months of the global pandemic, the lockdown provoked utopias, dreams for radical change. Neoliberalism is over, announced a respected senior scholar at one of the many …

Being a Dirty Smoker: How public health academia villainises the poor

In my first week of my PhD at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine I made a terrible mistake. We were all settling in working on our literature reviews and I’d gone out into the courtyard for a cigarette. Suddenly an unidentified voice from a few stories above started shouting down at me: …