Letter to a young librarian

 
Hi, and welcome to the profession
Don't expect any recognition
And don't expect adequate monetary compensation
You - madam or sir - are doing bitches' work
Let me clarify
Your profession is a gendered space
So whether you are cunt blessed
Or whether you are cock afflicted
You are a cunt
In our eyes
And you will be treated
And paid accordingly
We do not value your work
If it served any purpose
It would be a field populated by us
You
Along with all the rest of your ilk
The teachers
The nurses
The social workers
Are bitches and cunts
Whether you are cunt blessed
Or whether you are cock afflicted
And you will be treated
And paid accordingly.
 
--Alfonso Colasuonno

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