I don't know where I'm going with this, so bear with me. A little bit ago I found out that one of my favorite mentors and great friends in graduate school got divorced. Big deal? Yeah, big deal. You see he was married for quite a long time to this lady (whom is also a great friend) and had three kids with her, the youngest is about to graduate high school. She helped put him through TWO doctorate programs and then they moved to Norway because he got a lucrative job there. He's a big shot in the field he works in and people were definitely noticing. But then some attractive research assistant caught his eye and he decided his marriage was too boring to continue. He forced the divorce through with crippling pain for his wife (totally blindsided) and his children. wtf that just makes me so mad.
The asshole let the fame and prestige of being a noted academic and intelletucal get to his head. He wanted to stay young, not settle, and not have to go home to those who weren't at his "level" of thinking. So his young, attractive, research assistant fit the bill so much better than his wife, whom he viewed as so passe. What a prick!
How do people get so unappreciative of those who stand by them through the thick and thin, that they leave them so willy-nilly?? I say that love requires a certain loyalty and a certain humility. It means that one must recognize that one has responsibilities that one cannot simply shirk because a contingent of people now think you are so special. This is an especially important point to remember for professors!
Professors enjoy a certain power and privilege over their students. And unfortunately I have heard more than my fair share of stories where a professor sleeps with a student. For shame! What's the dude thinking?!?!?! (and let's be honest, far more male professors have this problem than female professors - female profs seems to have their act together better). These profs abuse their power over a fawning student when they should just take the humble pill and wake up to the damage that one's going to do. Where's the loyality to one's own family? Where's the recognition that whatever fame and luster you may have right now will eventually fade and all that you will have left are the one's you have been faithful to? If you are faithful to none, your existence will wind up being a lonely existence.
At base it just pisses me off that profs can let their work go to their heads and hurt the people who have supported them so dearly. Where's the love? Profs need to check their pants, check their humility, and constantly keep their loved ones in the forefront of their minds.