People with MBAs can't fucking help themselves. They got a goose that lays golden eggs, but it doesn't lay those golden eggs fast enough, so without even taking off their wristwatch they reach right up the poor bird's cloaca, grab the first thing that feels vaguely round and pull as hard as they can. So then they have a half inside out goose and no more golden eggs ever again.

People pay for a Master's degree to learn how to do this.

Reminds me of a passage in Ben Rich's autobiography. Ben Rich spent his career at the Lockeed Skunkworks, started off designing a heater for the relief tube of jet fighters so the pilot's penis wouldn't freeze to the side of the tube while taking a piss, ended up running the team that designed the F-117. While he was second in command, his boss sent him to Harvard's Business School, who ran a time crunched program for adults who are already in careers and "need" additional business schooling. Upon his return, his boss asked him what he learned. And he wrote on the chalkboard "2/3 HBS = BS"