Enough resumes. Enough entitlement, thinking that my degree is worth more than the paper it’s printed on. Enough expecting people to take a gamble you just because you have potential.

“I have potential and I’m eager to learn.” So what? What can you do for me? What can I use you for?

“My quantitative degree shows that I’m good with numbers and have strong analytical skills.” Your quantitative degree shows that you paid your tuition and you’re good at taking tests. No more, no less.

Your degree is a detail. It’s a garnish, not the main course. If you’re serving parsley and a little bit of sauce as a main course, get the fuck out. See the way Robert Greene writes in his book jacket bio “…has a degree in classical studies.” That means something because it’s seems like it was tossed in at the last minute. You already know he’s legit because you’ve flipped through the book, maybe read a few pages. You felt its weight. You were already sold on his work and his abilities. At this point, the degree is nice because it hammers it home. “Wow, he even has a degree in history, so he’s not just some marketing huckster…” But take away the book? The degree is meaningless on its own.

Create something, and mention the degree if it makes sense. If it strengthens your credibility, casts your work in a unique perspective, that’s fine. Say it. But whatever you do, don’t sell the garnish. You have to sell the steak.