Clearly for this single father, a JD who pleads for a job on Craigslist, the wolf is at the door. On Abovethelaw.com, Elie Mystal presents his plight, even without his signature humor.
However, this generation of unemployed/underemployed JDs isn't the first to have invested its youth and hope in an academic path that ended in humiliation and financial horror. During the late 1960s, some government whatever published data that there would be a need for college professors in the humanities. Fellowships were awarded, at least for three years. And off we the best and brightest went to pursue intellectual excellence in top universities.
The forecast was wrong. In those doctoral programs few got academic jobs. The rest of us were asked by employers outside academia why in the world we spent so much time in school. Family and friends outside academia asked us if we didn't get jobs because our grades were bad. I wound up drunk in Cleveland, Ohio with $500 away from applying to welfare. It took 18 more months before I put together the beginnings of a commercial writing career path. Two years after that I finally made decent money. By then I was 34 years old.
Every generation has its unique form of suffering. No one helps it. Somehow we have to stop the pain through our own resources.