Don’t Study for Ph.D, You’ll be Off the Market

Wen Di’s doctoral life was absolutely miserable. The advisor kept bossing him around, his peers made things difficult, he had a crush on the math professor next door, yet he couldn’t even strike up a conversation. On a rare free weekend, his neighbor was playing the violin in the room, and his playing was worse than slaughtering pigs. Wen Di got up and sent a message in the WeChat group: I’ll report you for disturbing the peace if you keep playing. Neighbor: Only 55 decibels during the day count as disturbing the peace. Before you call a lawyer, do a sound test. Neighbor: Also, you can’t pile up garbage in the corridor, and you’re not even sorting it. Wen Di argued with him, only to be...