Read those three numbers together and the gold rush stops being a metaphor. For most of the role's life, almost nobody held the title. Then, in the span of a single career, it went from a rounding error to one of the largest white-collar job categories in technology. Booms that steep don't happen because demand grew that fast. They happen because the supply of people calling themselves prospectors did.
By the mid-2010s, PM stopped being a job and became an economy. Product School (2014) and Reforge (2016) sold the training. Carnegie Mellon launched the first master's degree from a serious technical school (2017). Whole software categories — roadmapping tools, feedback tools, analytics tools — existed just to serve PMs. Lenny started writing (2019). Writers were calling it the golden age of product management, and PM became the hottest job for MBAs at the top schools.
The last and loudest gold field was India. As the startup ecosystem exploded, hundreds of thousands of people were christened product managers within a few short years — many of them learning the craft from the same newsletters, courses, and frameworks, all at once.
It is hard to overstate how fast that last wave moved. A title that took six decades to reach the first few hundred thousand people roughly matched that again in a handful of years on one subcontinent alone. Every new fund minted new startups; every startup posted for its first PM; every posting created a dozen aspirants studying the same playbook to fill it. The craft was being taught and titled at the same speed it was being hired — which is another way of saying nobody had time to check whether the title still meant what HP meant by it.
The opportunity was real. The gold was real. The problem with gold rushes is never the gold — it's what the crowd does next.
Because here's what happens late in every rush: more people arrive than there are rivers. Companies that didn't know why they needed a PM hired three. The title started meaning whatever each org chart needed it to mean. And the craft — owning a decision, knowing a customer — started drowning in its own popularity.
That noise has a name. We call it Chapter II.