Though only 24 years and without an 'elite education’, it was with a distressing sense of familiarity I read the first paragraph of The Disadvantages of an Elite Education:
> It didnâ€™t dawn on me that there might be a few holes in my education until I was about 35. Iâ€™d just bought a house, the pipes needed fixing, and the plumber was standing in my kitchen. There he was, a short, beefy guy with a goatee and a Red Sox cap and a thick Boston accent, and I suddenly learned that I didnâ€™t have the slightest idea what to say to someone like him. So alien was his experience to me, so unguessable his values, so mysterious his very language, that I couldnâ€™t succeed in engaging him in a few minutes of small talk before he got down to work. Fourteen years of higher education and a handful of Ivy League dees, and there I was, stiff and stupid, struck dumb by my own dumbness. “Ivy retardation,” a friend of mine calls this. I could carry on conversations with people from other countries [...] but I couldnâ€™t talk to the man who was standing in my own house.
The article makes sobering reading, and is so well written I must recommend you read it all.