I post a lot of pictures of very fancy, very sparkly shoes, but this is actually how I am happiest. Love…
I had a couple of thoughts rambling around in my brain. I wanted to write about all of them, but I didn’t really have enough for a post from each of them, so I thought I would just write about everything…
1) Proflike’s post about women at conferences is not about flirting at conferences.
Friend-of-the-blog ProflikeSubstance has a post up right now about the pressure women feel at scientific conferences to be the object of their male colleagues’ unchecked fuckneed. Our dear buddy writes:
So dudes, pull this apart a little bit. First off, the frequency with which inappropriate advances occur is causing some women to avoid after hours social events. Not only does that have consequences, but that very fact in itself should bother you. Also consider that even consensual sexyfuntimes have very different career implications for men versus women. These communities are small and things get around. Finally, are you going to be That Guy who women are warned against being around alone? Do you want the dumb things you say when you’re out late to be the reason a woman leaves the field or is uncomfortable attending social events? Consider that maybe your work colleagues are not the best target audience for your affections.
Now, I admit that when I first read the post, and the comments that filled the comment thread, I rolled my eyes so hard that I almost damaged my optic nerves.
My eye roll was born not of anything our friend and colleague had to say, but rather the onslaught of clueless d00dliness that followed in the comments.
I get it. You’re worried that you’ll be at a conference, not looking for love. Not even knowing that something is missing in your life. But, for the first time in forever you see a woman at the bar of the conference hotel and decide that she is the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen. Your eyes meet. She moves closer to you and you ask if you can buy her next Midori sour. Next thing you know, you’re back in her room, professing your eternal love and devotion to her while she licks room service ice cream off your naked body, and discovering that you both yell “p<0.05″ when you orgasm.
However will this cosmic love connection happen if you can’t even flirt with her!?!
This post is not for you, my friend.
No, I believe there to be a more insidious problem in academic science. There is a definitive cohort of men, mostly of the sort with saggy, wrinkly, grey-haired ballsacks, that treat academic conferences as an all-you-can-eat pussy buffet and they feel the need to try and stick their face in every dish.
They’re not there to treat their (especially junior) female colleagues with respect and support. They’re there to drink too much, be obnoxious, and treat their female colleagues as fuckholes. While I have admittedly found them to be in the minority, one rotten scientist spoils the bunch and there are certainly some events I avoid because the men get drunken and lecherous. While I generally stand by the fact that the safest advice is “Don’t fuck where you eat,” I’m not against finding true love…
I am against being generally creepy, sexually inappropriate, and trying to fuck everything that comes within three feet of your Cialis-fueld erection just because you’re away from home and your wife stopped fucking you in 1984. I think that is the subculture Proflike has identified and I appreciate his call to others to put an end to it when they see it.
2) There are some things that make academia the greatest job ever.
This morning I overslept a little and found Little Isis playing on the iPad. He tugged hard at my heart strings and told me that he missed being able to spend the day together. So, since I generally do what I want, I decided to do what I want and spend the day with him. I did take him to one meeting, but otherwise we ate flaming hot Cheetos and watched monster movies and cartoons all day. I’ve worked in industry and government and I can’t think of another job where I’d be able to come and go as I please so freely. Admittedly, no one is busting my nuts because I am doing pretty well here, but I enjoy a spectacular amount of freedom compared to most other jobs I could have, even if I as having similar success.
3) Rejection sucks
It sucks harder when you get smacked with the stock critique that your work wasn’t “innovative” enough or represents an “incremental advance.” I’m not saying that I completely buy Michael Eisen‘s wackadoodle Northern Californian Open Access ideals, but I am softening a bit. Some people wouldn’t know innovative if it stood up and bit them in the face…
[Addendum: I did not have a paper rejected. Don't you all know who I am?]
I think I woke up a little saltier than I thought this morning. I maybe shouldn’t read anything else people have sent me, lest I be accused of not being “kind”…
I like emails like the one below. They make me feel all warm and glow-y and proud of all you little science muppets. Reading this one made me think of when I was out interviewing this past year. After I gave my seminar, a woman in the audience came up to me and introduced herself as a graduate student in the program. She told me, “I know you’re Dr. Isis and I can’t believe you might be coming here.” Truth is, I thought very highly of the work being done in her lab, and in the department, and I couldn’t believe they might be considering me. Funny how it’s all relative…
My most recent letter writer writes [redaction a la Isis]..
The fantastically fabulous Dr. Isis,This may be old hat now (I haven’t seen shoes on your blog in a long time), but I humbly submit this shoe offering as a thank you:I am a graduate student in [science] at your MRU. (I purposefully avoided the Nature twitter bomb that dropped your real name out of respect to you, but I recognize our MRU town in your twitter pics from time to time.) I have been a lurker of your blog for my entire PhD experience. Your advice, humor, and get-real-with-it attitude has been a highlight of my academic journey. I’m defending my dissertation in 6 short weeks, and I’m certain I’d be in a sadder state had it not been for your blog.It’s not easy being a lady scientist, and I only have a few strong female [scientists] I consider role models. I just wanted to say thank you for sharing your experiences with the world. Thank you for having the courage to provide a glimpse of your reality as a woman in the sciences.
I’m also moving to a new MRU soon for my first postdoc. I seriously considered leaving academia behind me, but I’m stuck with this notion that I have some responsibility to make my little corner of the sciences a more supportive and safe place for all. I’ve done quite a bit as a graduate student to improve things in my current department. Should I have spent that time working on non-research objectives? Maybe not, but no one else was going to do it. And so when I was thinking of not taking a postdoc but doing something else (although not knowing what that “else” would be), I heard comments about how it would be a “disservice to the community”, and don’t I feel like I have “so much to offer my field”?Could I enact positive change in a different career? Perhaps. Should I really make myself do this academia thing for the sake of others? I think there are some complicated feelings there I haven’t quite worked out.I’ve worried that having doubts about this career path makes me a weak researcher, or a less-than-exemplary lady scientist. But that’s some fuckery, isn’t it? I can’t bring myself down like that. You’ve shown me that there’s no reason to apologize for being bad-ass, don’t listen to the naysayers, but I also need to look out for me. I don’t know where that will lead me in the future, but I’ll try to consider my “inner Isis” as I move forward.I wish you all the best in your new MRU, but I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to thank you while we’re under the same MRU umbrella. Thanks for being real and sharing your life with us readers.Cheers,[Soon-to-Be-PhD]