In Another Galaxy

I am not a giant of the legal community. I’m probably not even an ant. My first reaction upon seeing a headline about some giants of the legal community is that I am not one. I thought of many quips to describe how un-giantlike I am. Then later, I reread the headline, and actually felt a bit of vexation. Why is it that we as people create these categories and rank people? And further, why is it that in order to become a giant of the legal community, one must work for a big firm that serves everything but the interests of most people? Our culture is so backward, rewarding wealth and considering those who acquire it great. I’m sure these giants worked hard; it’s not possible for them to have worked little for the firms who employ them, but to what end? Actually since they are both partners, in a manner of speaking, they employ themselves, but it’s a pyramid scheme with the associates at the bottom feeding the partners. Considering this, it is they who are more ants than I am. This isn’t sour grapes; it’s reality. They slave to feed the queens. During my first year of law school when I figured out how the whole lawyer scheme worked, I felt a desire to work at a big firm for about ten seconds, then my natural desire to help humankind kicked in and obliterated any such desire. All of them wear their clients like badges of honor, and perhaps for some, these badges really are something to be proud of, but I just saw them as bloodsucking corporate parasites using these lawyers to further their own powerful aims. Gag. Be a big firm lawyer and learn how to fuck over the common people. No, thank you. Okay, this just ended up being a judgmental rant. That wasn’t where I was going. One of my best friends works for a big firm, one of the biggest. She’s a decent person. She, however, is also not a giant. In fact she’s planning to go to “part-time,” which in big firm parlance is synonymous with a 40 hour work week. No, thank you. Come to think of it, I am not diminutive in relation to the giants of the legal profession. They would say that’s because I’m not even a speck on their radar. I’m less than speck; I’m a quark. I’m the space between molecules, an intermolecular space. Ha! Yet thinking about it, I realized that to fit this description, I would have to care and I don’t, not one whit. I’m in another galaxy where giants are not the people who make the most money. So I’m just me — not a giant and not a quark and not even anything in between.

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5 thoughts on “In Another Galaxy

  1. Okay, I got more out of this than my comment will show but, I love ants – even if you’re not one, except I don’t like sharing my living quarters with them all the time. I just thought I’d mention that for no damned good reason.

  2. Well, Debbie. The nice thing about being one of the best friends of the writer of the blog is that the writer of the blog can EDIT. So there. It’s all better now. (:

  3. Also, after reading your comment, I have to amend my metaphor. I like ants too. A more cooperative group of creatures probably doesn’t exist, except maybe bees or another group of insects. So no, the self-serving, money-raking law firms are not like ants, they’re like America, where the citizens serve the super rich.

  4. On that, we clearly agree – and that’s one of the many reasons we are best friends and will always be. Being members of the less obedient servants to the rich, we’ll remain in another galaxy for the remainder of our galactic lives – but I do like the company we keep.

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