Twice in the past two days I've said things that were, well, less than politically self-protective.
I asked a rather pointed question in a public meeting. When one person was asked to respond, he stood with his arms tightly crossed over his chest, toeing the party line.
And tonight, I talked too openly at a gathering about a problem. With a dean. Who is sort of part of the problem.
In neither case can I blame alcohol or anything like that, just built up frustration.
If tenure is worth anything, then it's worth being able to ask questions and tell a dean that there is indeed a problem. For too long, in too many situations, I've hunkered down and kept my mouth shut, just trying to survive and get by.
Even with tenure, it's way scarier when you don't care enough about getting by to hunker down any more.