Astronomers, like stars, burn out. Unlike stars they grow beards too. They wear monocles. They play the xylophone. They work the word “spectrograph” into every sentence and describe the comings and goings of fellow astronomers as red or blue shifting. Nobody’s quite sure when it is that the last professional astronomer actually discovered anything of any actual use to humankind. Astronomers are unloved.
I Want To Be An Astronomer (NeonBubble)
Image from Astronomy Picture of the Day
(For a certain person at the UIUC Department of Astronomy.)