What a leadership education is worth

Posted by Marc Hodak on August 30, 2007 under Invisible trade-offs | 3 Comments to Read

From this story, we see where a good education can get you:

Karsnia, 29, joined the airport police department just out of college in 2000 and was promoted to sergeant in 2005. Last year, he earned a master’s degree in criminal justice, leadership and education.

He has arrested at least a dozen men in the airport’s bathroom for sending signals he believed were aimed at initiating sex.

So, a police sergeant with a master’s degree and five years experience is sitting in an airport john all day waiting for someone to tap his toe? Not exactly in the same league of boyhood dreams of being an astronaut, fireman, or cop…uh, at least not the kind of cop you see on TV.

Of course, with leadership training, one might decide it’s not enough to wait for the fly to come to the honey. If you’re after gay men, how much does it take to reel them in? I mean, if gay men are as promiscuous as hetero men (maybe a gay commenter can fill me in on this one), then entrapment can’t be very difficult. I know that if it were illegal to initiate a heterosexual encounter in a public place, it wouldn’t take much for a cute female cop with “leadership” training to quickly net a horde of defendants.

Couldn’t we have these people with master’s degrees selling hot dogs, or washing windows, or cleaning gum off the sidewalk, or anything that actually improves our quality of life rather than adds to a climate of fear and mistrust?

  • Shakespeare's Fool said,

    And what would that policeman have done with the real Shakespeare?
    Would we have ever seen Hamlet?

  • jd said,

    Are you saying Shakespeare was gay? Joseph Fiennes must have missed that detail in his portrayal of the Bard.

  • Shakespeare's Fool said,

    While I realize that the bard may not have been speaking for himself in this sonnet, the form of the sonnets suggests that he was speaking for himself:

    A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted
    Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
    A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted
    With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion;

    An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
    Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
    A man in hue, all ‘hues’ in his controlling,
    Much steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth.

    And for a woman wert thou first created;
    Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
    And by addition me of thee defeated,
    By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.

    But since she prick’d thee out for women’s pleasure,
    Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.