There is a classic nonsense phrase circulating in universities: There are three kinds of people in the world - men, women, and female PhDs. The wide doctoral robes and square doctoral caps are indeed enough to erase all the signs that make a woman a woman, so the female PhD, kept in seclusion and unknown to others, has finally been increasingly demonized in legends. In fact, female PhDs won't grow three heads and six arms, they may equally possess beautiful looks, graceful figures, and gentle dispositions. They just know a little more than the average woman, are a little more rational, and have a little more difficulty getting married...
The author is a female PhD from a prestigious university who enjoys writing in her spare time. Due to being long burdened with the title of "Extinction Matron", she wrote this book amidst her busy dissertation writing.