You do have something there, I suppose.I don't think saying a subject is easy necessarily dismisses it. I find art, literature, and theater to be extremely important to humanity (the humanities durrr), but I wouldn't necessarily rank them as being the most difficult things in the world to grasp with a little bit of research and motivation. But that's also the beauty of them, they're meant for everyone to understand and enjoy, at their own pace so to speak. Science and Engineering is not like that at all. It's a fast paced, competitive area of study with a lot of complicated concepts that can be very, very abstract to most individuals. To this day, I couldn't for the life of me know where to begin with figuring out physics questions. Once I had someone show me the equations to start with, I was fine. I could hack it in undergrad Physics but I knew I'd tank at the graduate level, and I like to think of myself as a hard working student. Hell, I knew bright kids in grad school who completely and utterly failed hard. These people were driven and motivated towards their subject. That sort of stuff just doesn't happen in humanities.
I mean, I've complained time and time again about the morons I have to deal with in Philosophy. The kinds of guys who are 28 and ignorant, still going to school just so their parents will think "oh, well, he's doing something with himself." so they let him live in the basement. I hate those guys.
I do have a certain level of admiration for my science friends. Some of them are completely nuts. One of my friends just had a paper published on ... I don't even know. I tried to read it for solidarity's sake, but I couldn't understand a word of it. He assures me that there are a lot of Chemists who probably wouldn't understand it either.
But I guess what I'm really reacting against are the experiences I've had with arrogant science majors. Or, even worse, engineering students. I had one guy tell me that I should do a 'real' degree, and stop wasting my time on Philosophy, since I could just read that in my free evenings. He seemed to believe that reading philosophy for a half hour every once in a while was essentially equal to a major in Philosophy. After all that was what he was doing.
I felt like slapping him with some motherfucking Kant.