Blithering Idiots

Yes, I know that I generally believe there are multiple categories of people who can be classed as Blithering Idiots. This particular rants refers to those whose bizarre intention in an interview is to make you feel about two inches tall (impressive for someone starting off at six feet) and as if every idea you ever had was stupid, pointless and a waste of thinking time. Honestly, I have never come across a pair of such arrogant IDIOTS in my lifetime. For those of you not in the know, I was trying to change from my MSt. Women's Studies to an MPhil in Development Studies. Seriously though, after the interview I doubt if I'd have taken it had it been offered, I am so MAD at the two who did the so-called 'interview'. It generally takes quite a lot to reduce me to tears but they damn well managed it. What is the point in establishing fairly firmly that NO, I do NOT have a 'social sciences' background and then proceed to tell me that none of my views are valid as a direct result of this. Additionally, how can you ask someone to constantly come up with 'data, quantifiable results' when they have asked my opinion on something. And what is the point in asking someone who is 23 and hasn't oddly enough studied the structure of levees, governmental spending, and all that rollocks, why Katrina happened? Heck, if I knew I'd be earning a bloody fortune right now.
I HATE that they ended up forming the image of me as somebody with a trust fund, a daddy's girl, a bit of an idiot who has faffed around with voluntary work at some point. How dare they? How dare they get it so wrong and not give me a chance to defend myself because every time I created a point or formed an opinion, it was knocked back on the basis that I clearly was stupid as hadn't done a social sciences undergrad?
Wow. Yes. So Women's Studies may NOT be the most glamorous of Masters to be taking, and half the people on the course may be classifiable as total and utter ejits, but at least dear God they are generally nice to one another. The course directors are personable. They are, in some capacity, human. So I'll hang around in Oxford for a year, end up with a Masters and frankly I no longer care if it is a distinction as I do NOT want to be around academics for any longer than I have to be. And at the end of a year, I'm moving to a tropical island and staying there. I don't care if that is selfish, everybody else bloody well is and I'm fed up with trying to think otherwise.
On top of everything else, just to add a GRR factor, they got my name wrong. How tough is it to remember to call me Jane when everything I sign says 'Jane', my email address is janethomas_uk and half the time I wear my Jane 'Schumacher' Thomas jumper. I mean, REALLY.
GRRRRRRR. Grr.