Having taught in art schools for most of my four decades in the classroom, I am used to having students who work with their hands—ceramicists, weavers, woodworkers, metal smiths, jazz drummers. There is a calm, centered, Zen-like engagement with the physical world in their lives. In contrast, I see glib, cynical, neurotic elite-school graduates roiling everywhere in journalism and the media. They have been ill-served by their trendy, word-centered educations.
Words and thoughts can be as solid as clay, and equally manipulable. But I’m sure the writer already knows it, since she’s using a lot of generalizations and the questionable (to say the least) premise [school -> work -> happiness].