Sometimes a Shirt is More Than Just a Shirt..

I’m still watching with interest (and a little bit of indignation) the reactions to the shirt that an ESA mission scientist chose to wear to a live streamed press conference of their probe’s comet landing. There has been a swarm of response to the claim that the shirt was inappropriate, much of it hostile and some of it violent. There’s one particular response that has stuck in my lady scientist craw though – the idea that if a shirt with half-naked ladies is enough to keep women out of science, then maybe these delicate flowers should look for other careers.

White-Fragile-Handle-with-care-Women-s-T-Shirts

If it were truly one shirt – one isolated incident in women’s decades long careers – I could see their point. A woman leaving science over one shirt might earn her the fragile flower label. But, it’s never just one shirt. I was reminded of this during my travels last weekend to the American Heart Association conference, where scientists and clinicians present their data related to the treatment of heart disease and stroke.

I went to hear talks about heart failure and pulmonary hypertension. Not to come as any shock, only 20% of the day’s speakers were women. One of the most common drugs used to treat pulmonary hypertension is the vasodilator sildenafil, which is marketed as Viagra for the treatment of erectile dysfunction. It is also marketed as Revatio for the treatment of pulmonary hypertension. Even though the dose to treat lung disease is much lower (5 mg) than to treat erectile dysfunction (50-100 mg) and not high enough to impact erectile function, we were still reminded during the talks that this is the drug that is used to give men boners. One speaker included a slide with a picture of a statue with an enormous, life-like erection and gave no explanation for his decision to show it. Just data, data, huge bronzed penis, data. The day’s final speaker ended his talk with the following cartoon about being neutered, again with no context and seemingly unrelated to his talk about congenital heart disease in children.

neutered dog

So, the issue isn’t that it’s one shirt. It’s that as a woman scientist, I see the equivalent of that shirt numerous times a day.  I would like to go even a single day without having to hear about some guy’s cock or balls or how frequently he thinks about fucking or who he wants to fuck or anything related to reproduction. And, Lord, if it were only one guy, but it’s not…

When I was a graduate student, one of my colleagues had pictures of mostly nude pinup girls over his desk. When I was a postdoc, I had to convince a group of scientists I was traveling with that having our social dinner at a restaurant with strippers might not be appropriate.

I may have stuck it out, but I don’t blame women who feel that all of the sex references make them feel too uncomfortable to interact with these men. The problem then rears its ugly head when, because you’ve avoided these men for all of their talk about their johnsons and where they’d like to stick them, that you start missing opportunities.

The worst part about this behavior is that it’s so easily forgiven as an inherent character trait. Scientists are quirky and lack social skills and common sense. Still, I’ve never seen a woman make a lewd reference while giving a professional talk.

No, it’s not that men scientists are inherently idiosyncratic and can’t be expected to act professionally for eight hours of their day, it’s that science operates with a power structure in which men are rarely taken to task for their tasteless behavior.

 

Thursday Hilariousness…

I got an email (several emails) recently from our provost’s office asking me to fill out the NSF’s Early Career Doctorates Survey. After enough harassment careful reminding, I am finally sitting down to do it. There are a lot of questions about my current position but one pair in particular made me giggle in a hilarious/not-so-hilarious sort of way..

Question A: Would you consider this position a postdoctoral appointment? (No.)
Question B: Would your organization consider this a postdoctoral appointment (No?)

Makes me curious about the intent of these questions. Is the NSF thinking there might be some disconnect between the individual and the institution about the expectations of permanency ?

data slap

Dads Get a Nap, Mom Keeps Working

I was watching YouTube this morning and saw a commercial that seriously chapped my ass. I’ll let you figure out why…

Dad gets to go to bed. Mom better power through her day…

Tapatio is the Best Hot Sauce. Also, ASBMB Needs to Checkity Check Itself…

I have so many things to tell you, fair readers. So many things. Let’s begin with the most pressing…

Several months ago I wrote a blog post about the morality of asking young, under-represented scientists to forgo glamour publications for open access publications and how it may not be ethical to ask the people who already struggle for a place in science to further disadvantage themselves in the current job market. I was contacted after by the editor of the newsletter of the American Society for Biochemistry and Molecular Biology (ASBMB Today) to write a broader piece on the topic, I agreed but I was then offered my new job and it got lost in the scuffle.

Today I am thankful that serendipity prevented me from publishing there.  Writing something about diversity for them would have been akin to trying to hide the elephant in the room. The elephant is that the leadership has a serious, serious problem when it comes to taking diversity seriously.

In September, the president of ASBMB, Steven McKnight, wrote an article for ASBMB today lamenting the riff-rffication of academic science. Apparently the caliber of scientist, especially on study section,  just isn’t what it used to be. Many young scientists, especially those currently struggling to keep the lab lights on in the face of a dismal funding climate, took offense.

In this month’s edition, McKnight doubled down on his comments (h/t to Drugmonkey who has a great, but slightly different post about the topic). Drawing a parallel between academic science and professional sports, McKnight writes (emphasis mine)..

No politics dictate which football player makes it to the NFL. It is the best of the best who make the cut for one simple reason. If an organization does not know how to choose and develop the very best football players, the team will lose most of their games, the fans will not fill their stadium, television will not care to broadcast their games and the organization will fail. Historically, the same could be said for professional science. Universities, medical centers and top-flight biotechnology companies do their utmost to recruit and mentor the cream of the crop of our scientific workforce.

Honestly, I’d like to be indignant for you all, but this mostly just breaks my heart. Allow me to explain by recounting an experience I had recently that I think will provide the appropriate context for my sadness..

I recently had the profound pleasure of attending a dinner given in honor of a senior male scientist I greatly admire. I ended up seated next to another senior male scientist I greatly admire and we had a terrific conversation. Still, one thing struck me about this and every other one of these types of dinners. Aside from a woman who joined me from my department, I met no other female faculty at this dinner. Not one.  Plenty of wives. No faculty. Earlier in the day, we had commented in the symposium associated with the dinner that we were the only non-administrator women in the room. There were two scientists of color.

Then last week I had a meeting with the king of our faculty to discuss my research program and noticed that I had to end our meeting. He asked where I was headed and I said that I had had dinner with my senior male colleague, but that I had also befriended his wife and we had a lunch date. In perhaps a moment of too-much-honesty I lamented to him that I find these sorts of dinners very difficult. Socially, men and women still tend to dissociate into distinct groups and I always seem to find myself talking to people’s wives. I meet amazing women that way, but I also need to be more aware of how often this happens to me because I don’t want to miss opportunities to connect to my colleagues.  I then commented, “There really aren’t very many people like me in science.” He replied, “I know, Isis. That’s why I hired you.”

So, as I look around these types of events, feeling like the magical rainbow unicorn in the room and realizing I see no faculty women or people of color, I wonder how Dr. McKnight can double down on his comments that historically science has been a meritocracy.  If this is indeed the case, then the following postulate seems undeniably  intuitive..

1) Historically, universities have recruited the cream of the crop
2) Historically, minorities and women have been dramatically underrepresented in faculty positions

therefore…

3) Minorities and women are not the cream of the crop.

It’s hurtful to hear the president of a major academic society tell you that you don’t belong in science. I know for certain that I definitely don’t belong in his society.

Also, Tapatio is a superior hot sauce to Sriracha. Discuss.

So, How Many R01s is Too Many?

Some around the interwebz have responded with displeasure at my recent tweet that a scientist with 8 R01s is going to be visiting my MRU in the near future.  It apprears to me that there is a subtle difference between enough and too many. Apparently 8 R01s is too many.

So, what number is the right and equitable number of R01s for a lab to have?