She seems shocked that any of us have put any thought or effort into, you know, starting a career. There's a bizarre tone of entitlement in this piece --the author comes in with an image of graduate school as a haven for dreamers putting off entering the "real world," discovers that, in fact, we kind of take this shit seriously (like, presumably, all of her former professors), and proceeds to lament the passing of a totally-not-made-up halcyon period where people would go to graduate school just to, like, you know, hang out and stuff.