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A Public Service Announcement for the Open Access Nutters Everywhere

In honor of the upcoming holiday, I kindly ask for the following seven day parley..

If you feel the need to equate the struggles of your paywalled PDFs with any disenfranchised group – blacks, ,hispanics, jews, gays, etc – kindly sit on your hands until the week passes.

I get that it feels like all those data are bound in the chains of the Amistad, but someday they will all be liberated. Then scientists everywhere will bring you their marginally significant results, their negative findings, and their huddled axes yearning to be free

Addendum Thoughts For A Wednesday Evening…

I find myself with an unanticipated evening to sit around, work on my grant, and drink beer by the fire. I also find myself reflecting…

I find it very interesting to watch people that I know who, as trainees, bitched and moaned about their worthless, piece-of-shit, soul-less PIs and are now getting their first tastes of the PI hat.  Based on my preliminary data, I hypothesize that people who complained about their soul-less, manipulative PIs as trainees continue on to become soul-less, manipulative PIs themselves.

Yeah, Well, I’m No Lady..

My brand new, fancy pants, state-of-the-art laboratory is still under construction, so I find myself spending most of my time writing grants and other such nonsense.  In just a few hours all of my students from old MRU will be defended and on their way to bigger and better things and I will be free to focus entirely on building my new evil empire.

One of my jobs this month is hiring a technician. The fire was lit under me a bit when a colleague here, who uses techniques that are translatable to the work I do, was retiring and had a  great technician about to go on the market. The technician sent me an email and came over to my office and makeshift lab to talk about his experience and goals. He’s got a tremendous amount of experience and has worked in a couple labs where he’s picked up an amazing skill set. He said every single thing I could possibly have wanted to hear someone say if they wanted to work for me.

As he relaxed, though, he said, “This will be interesting. I’ve never worked for a lady before.” I was surprise by his comment and blurted out, “Well, I can assure you that I’m no lady.”

not a lady

I’ve thought a lot about this interaction in the days to follow. There’s no doubt that “lady scientists” are more rare in my field and I can see how there would be technicians and other staff that have spent their entire careers never having worked for a woman. Yet, I wonder what people expect working for a woman should be like. Warm? Nurturing? I’m wondering if I should make it a job requirement that they have to be comfortable working for a huge pain in the ass.

obviously

Victory, Victory, and 3AM Racist Hour

Under the category of “little victories,” I finally got a parking spot that doesn’t blow too hard. I remember when I interviewed at new MRU, the person who drove me around parked right across the street from the building. His parking was so clutch. When I started, I got a parking space that was 1.5 miles away and was told there’s a waiting list. One of my colleague gave me a tip – put myself on the waiting list for every better parking lot. Last week I made it to the top of one of the waiting lists and now my parking spot is only 0.75 miles away from my office. I feel so money…

jay-z
New MRU town and this shit parking situation have really destroyed my shoe game.  All but five ridiculously boring and practical pairs remain packed away, but for now I will take my improved parking as a victory. So money.

Also, the scabby smell of my office has improved. A colleague on Teh Facebooks suggested that something might be rotting behind my office wall.  I am mildly disgusted to think that the decrease in the smell means that the rotting process is almost finished, but I will count it as a victory that it doesn’t smell so bad anymore. Sorry, little critter. Whatever you were.

Today I am in Bethesda at a society meeting and I had my first experience flying out of the new MRU town airport, which is hilariously situated in many, many acres of cornfield. When I arrived at the airport, I discovered that my flight had been delayed. I decided to live it up, inspired by the incomparable @PHLane, and have a bloody mary for breakfast. I saddled up to the airport bar…

I ended up next to an older couple that was supposed to be headed to Cabo San Lucas for vacation, except that their first flight was delayed several hours. This had left them more than slightly salty.  They were drinking rum and coke, which I would like to think made the husband more uninhibited than usual, but I suspect this was his default setting. The following conversation was had…

Dr. Isis: Oh, you’re going to Cabo. That’s cool. Cabo’s cool.
Wife: We went to Jamaica a couple of years ago, and it was nice but we had to stay in the fences.
Dr. Isis: I bet you’ll find some fences in Cabo too, but it’s beautiful.
Husband: I’m not worried about fences. Those people jump our fences and walk all over our country, so I’m going to do the same to their country.
Wife: Honey, you’re with people.
Dr. Isis: How’s your breakfast burrito?
Husband: It’s good. Those beaners are good for something.

I figured I could deal with this one of two ways – 1) I could get all offended and try to change hearts and minds at the airport bar or 2) I could order them a round of drinks and try to figure out what the craziest thing they’d say was. I went with Option #2, and I assure you the results were hilarious. I learned about how tractors and combines are made and how you need to bring a weight for the seat if you want to stand and pee into the corn because the equipment has a kill switch to turn it off if the seat’s not weighted.  By the time I was done with our interaction, I’d was literally full of bloody marys and glad I’d worn the stretchy pants, knew all I needed to know about “those Mexicans,” and was confident that if my career in academia doesn’t work out, I have the skills required to plant corn straight and knew all the inside tips about how to pee and plant corn straight.

pee

I realize that some people simply cannot help all of the racist and sexist stuff they need to say. If they don’t say it, they’ll burst. So, I have a solution. I would like to propose “3am Racist Hour.” At 3am, you can say whatever racist shenanigans you have in your heart, but you can only say them. Not write them, not put them on Facebook, not tweet them. Just say them aloud. But, the bright side is you can say whatever the craziest thing is that’s right on the tip of your tongue.  Hate Bulgarians? Let the world know.  Because, clearly, the world *needs* to know.

Wanna Save Science? Get Off Your Daughter’s Jock

I just read this article about a dad who is concerned about his daughter’s new interest in princesses. It made my ass twitch. That’s basically the extent of my review.

Over the last several years modern parents have made the princess the scapegoat for all the gender inequality that still exists. But, I would like to propose an alternative hypothesis – Maybe what keeps women out of STEM is not the overtness of princess culture, but the subtleties of patriarchal mansplainery. The fact that we’re still obsessing over teaching girls how to be girls.

The idea of the dichotomy between the princess and the scientist/engineer/etc has always been problematic to me. You’re either a sparkly, man-loving princess or an unwashed, unshaven, man-hating lab rat and now it’s time for the enlightened dads of the world to let their children know which is the appropriate way to express their burgeoning femininity. The right way to be a daughter. The right way to be a lover. The right way to be a mother. The right way to be a professional woman.

Are we honestly to believe that even women who have eschewed princess culture from the cradle somehow have it better?  That’s some victim blaming nonsense of the highest degree.

The problem is not how women express whatever gender they choose to identify with, it’s how men treat them regardless.  If you could promise me that giving up sparkly shoes and jewelry and other tomfoolery would make all my male colleagues suddenly have some grand revelation about my worth as a scientist, I’d put it all in a box. Ish.

The thing is, women have had this shit figured out since broads my age were on the playground. If we wanted a female police officer, we took the girl head from another Lego and popped it the policeman’s body. Or scientist, or accountant, or firefighter, or whatever other job. They’ve always been there. But, society keeps screwing girls up by telling them that they’ve gotta wait until Lego takes it upon themselves to put the girl head on the scientist’s body for them because girls don’t know how to do this. False.

Modern girls have figured this out too..

girl legos

Leave our girls alone. Let them explore and play and figure out their role in society without conditioning them by age five to how fucked up its going to be for them. I think we’d get a lot further if we stopped trying to fix girls and started telling men to knock it off.