Please stop asking me what I'm going to do with my PhD.
1. You don't really care. We both know it. Stop pretending. It insults my very high intelligence.
2. In reality, my PhD is just the most recent of a long list of accomplishments in my life. I have a 3" thick, 3-ring binder bursting at the seams of crap I've done. I keep them merely to symbolize "yep, did it". From my Presidential Academic Fitness Award in 1987, up through my Certificates of Commendation from the United States Marine Corps, through m academic degrees and my certification as an Oblate of Saint Benedict...they are just "things I've done".
3. I'm under no obligation to do anything with any of it. It has no effect on what you call a life. It's just something I've done to keep me distracted from my existence of lifting my Dad on and off the toilet multiple times a day, fetching his medications, and generally being a butler...none of which I wanted...and all of which were thrust upon me without any asking. I resent my life, and the pursuit of a PhD is just a way to occupy my time.
4. A PhD is meaningless. It has no meaning whatsoever. It signifies nothing. I'm just as big an idiot now as I was before I started the process, but now I know how to conceptualize a research project and BS the result to make it sound as though I know what I am talking about. I don't. It's all fake.
So, quit blowing smoke up my butt. You don't really care, and I know it. I don't care and I never will. Once I am graduated with another fancy piece of paper to put in my binder, I'll find something to do...something easy since I am lazy as crap...and something where I can do the bare minimum to get by. If that offends you, deal with it. Get off my back.