During the latest #IsisVsTomasson, Tomasson touched on whole science-as-utopia idea…

One thing that I used to think was science was above all these social issues we’ve been discussing… I thought science transcended all of this identity politics…

There are people that believe science is above all the bullshit. Because science is facts and reason and shit, so scientists are totally above bullshit of any kind.  Scientists have achieved a Utopian State Of Bliss which non-scientists can only dream of.

To those science-as-utopia people, I say this:

Come join us in the real world.

Science is an endeavor. Done by people. You know, people.  The same people that can be bigots and assholes.  There is no Science Gatekeeper keeping bigots and assholes out.

ScienceLand, like everywhere else, has bigots and assholes.  If you’re not seeing the bigotry or assholeness, maybe – just maybe – it’s because it’s not directed at you.  It’s directed at others so they are fully aware of their otherness.  If you’re not sensitive to the bigotry and the assholeness, maybe – just maybe – you’re not sensitive enough rather than others being too sensitive.

We scientists are not above the bullshit.  We are in it up too our motherfucking eyeballs. Just like everybody else.

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Unless you’ve been living in a cave, you know two things:

1. The Red Wedding went exactly how it sounds
2. Matt Smith is leaving Doctor Who

Let us focus on #2. And by focus on #2, I mean let us focus on the next, shiny new Doctor.

For years, Whovians have been wondering when we’re going to see a Doctor of Color and/or a Lady Doctor.  Wonder no more on the Lady Doctor! We won’t be seeing a Lady Doctor.  Because Doctor Who is “a family show”.  Because, as Russell T Davies explains…

While I think kids will not have a problem with a female Doctor, I think fathers will have a problem with it.

That’s because they will then imagine they will have to describe sex changes to their children.

Well, we wouldn’t want dads to have challenging or awkward conversations with their kids.  Because explaining time travel, what up with the Daleks being so pissed at us all the time, those creepy stone angels, why people drop like flies around the Doctor, and how the Doctor can regenerate (albeit to only white dudes?) to kids is A PIECE OF CAKE.

Seriously, how did these poor dads explain the whole regeneration thing?  ”Hey kids, all white guys from the UK are basically interchangeable so don’t be freaked out and it’s totally cool.”

The mind reels to think of these dads explaining how the Doctor is now a man of color. Oh wait…

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Image of the Doctors from wikipedia

Dr. Geoffrey Miller, a evolutionary social psychologist at the University of New Mexico, voiced a bit of concern over fatty would-be PhD students yesterday…

Hold on to your butts!  I was fat in graduate school.  I was fat when I was going to class and doing research.  I was fat when writing my dissertation.  I was fat when I defended my dissertation.  When I graduated, I grabbed my diploma with both of my fat hands.  I’m fat now.  Know what else?

I have a fucking PhD, bitches!!!!!!!!

Amazingly, when not scarfing down Doritos and Ben & Jerry’s ice-cream, I managed to do all the shit required to get a doctorate in chemistry. You know, chemistry, one of those hard physical sciences.

Also amazingly, there were other fatties in my graduate program. They too got PhDs! It’s almost as if fatness has nothing to do with PhDness…. something Dr. Miller seemed to sorta, kinda, maybe, perhaps recognized after twitter blew up in his face.

Somebody’s been consulting the apology flowchart. How nice!

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Editorial Materials & MethodsmA massive amount of carbs was consumed while writing this post and absolutely no willpower was utilized.

We all know the downside of actually listening to lyrics of a catchy pop tune.  That’s right, you’ll realize the lyrics are wack, the song is ruined, and now you’re likely pissed-off at whoever wrote and/or sang it.

Case in point, Miquel’s ‘How Many Drinks’.  Let’s examine the lyrics, shall we?

Frustration, watching you dance
Invitation, to get in them pants
Come closer baby, so I can touch
One question, am I movin’ too fast?

Cause I ain’t leavin alone, feel like I could be honest, babe!
We both know that we’re grown
That’s why I wanna know 
How many drinks would it take you to leave with me?

Here’s what I’ve gleaned from the song thus far… Miquel has identified a person he’s sexually attracted to.  He’d like to take this person home for the purposes of sex, but he’s not sure said person will agree to his plan in their current sober state.  As such, he’s asking said person to ballpark how much alcohol they’ll need to consume to agree to his plan.  Hmmm… that sounds damn shady.  Perhaps I’ve made a mistake?

Yeah, you look good and I got money
But I don’t wanna waste my time
Back of my mind I’m hopin’ you say two or three
You look good, we came to party 
But I don’t wanna waste my time

Temptation, is calling your name
Sweet persuasion, baby this is a game
Come closer, baby, if you like what you hear
Impression, is what I’m makin you feel

Cause I ain’t leavin alone, feel like I could be honest, babe!

We both know that we’re grown
That’s why I wanna know 
How many drinks would it take you to leave with me?
Yeah, you look good and I got money
But I don’t wanna waste my time
Back of my mind I’m hopin you say two or three
You look good, we came to party 
But I don’t wanna waste my time (waste my time)

No… no… seems I was correct.  Miquel realizes his plan hinges on plying the person he’s attracted to with booze.  Miquel is hoping that it will only take 2 or 3 drinks – not because he’s cheap or poor, mind you!  Oh no, he’s “…got plenty of money”.  Miquel is hoping ‘seal the deal’ in the time it takes said person to ingest 2-3 cocktails, because Miquel is a busy man who doesn’t want his time wasted.  Miquel “…ain’t leaving here alone…”.  So, if the first person he tries to get liquored-up is a no-go, he’ll need to move on to - presumably - person #2.  Plan B, if you will.

Now, whatever you think of Miquel at this point, Miquel would like you to know he’s open-minded.

No, no, no
I ain’t judgin
If you do decide that you might be fuckin’ tonight, what?
More power to you if you do decide that you might be fuckin’ tonight

You see, if said person does decide to engage in sex with Miquel, he won’t think that person  is a whore.  How nice.

This next part of the song is a bit…. well… there’s a odd paleontology reference, he likes your ass (bonus?), appreciates your workout regime, and seems to wish he had a set of breasts like yours?

Le-le-let me dig that out like a fossil
Damn baby that ass is colossal
Pilates a mill did that body so good 
You’ve gotten a pair I wish I could

…and then we’re back to the whole how-much-alcohol-will-it-take-for-you-to-have-sex-with-me thing…

How many drinks would it take you to leave with me? 
You look good and we came to party but I don’t wanna waste my time. 
Back of my mind I’m hopin you say two or three
Agree? Indeed
You look good and we came to party but don’t wanna waste my time,
Or waste your time, or waste your time, or waste our time
Baby it’s alright, baby it’s alright, baby it’s alright
Oh it’s alright now, alright, oh yeah
I don’t wanna waste my time
I don’t wanna waste no time
I don’t wanna waste your time
I don’t wanna waste our time, 
Or my time

How many drinks would it take you to leave with me?
Yeah, you look good and I got money
But I don’t wanna waste my time
Back of my mind I’m hopin you say two or three
You look good, we came to party 
But I don’t wanna waste my time (waste my time)

…but remember, Miquel’s not judgey…

No, no, no
I ain’t judgin
If you do decide that you might be fuckin’ tonight, what?
More power to you if you do decide that my might be fuckin’ tonight
I ain’t judgin
If you do decide that you might be fuckin’ tonight, what?
More power to you if you do decide that my might be fuckin’ tonight

Let’s go, shit
You only live once right?
I mean, where’s the fun in forever anyway?

What the fuck am I listening to?!

By now, you’ve likely read about the whole Woman in Tech Tweets About Sexist Dudes in Tech. Dude Gets Fired. Internet Meltdown Ensues. thing involving Adria Richards and two brogrammers at PyCon.  Just in case you haven’t, here is run-down from Gayle L. McDowell:

At PyCon, a python developers conference which purports to have a relatively large percentage of women (only 20% still), two guys made some jokes to each other laced with sexual innuendos (something about the word “dongle”). Adria Richards, a Developer Evangelist, was bothered by these comments and took some a picture of them. She then reported it via Twitter (with their picture) and asked PyCon staff to speak to the men, which they did. Then, she followed up with a blog post. As a result, one of the two men was fired. The internet got mad and then Adria was fired.

The “as a result…” bit from McDowell makes it seem as if Richards’ actions lead directly to a firing.  Humph. Maybe it’s more like Amanda Blum states:

She didn’t get the developer in question fired… Play Haven did that and there are probably details of that transaction we aren’t privy to. It is a tragedy, but one that isn’t her fault.

Notice that Blum wrote “…but one that isn’t her fault”.  Well, you know what that means.  Something else is Richards fault.  Here is Blum detailing what is Richards fault in this whole PyCon thing:

She committed one single offense: not approaching the men like an adult and saying “hey. guys- cmon, that’s offensive to me.”.  On her own blog, she states “it only takes three words: ‘That’s not cool‘”, which I agree with. She should have said them to the developers in question. If she was that uncomfortable doing so in a full room, she could have contacted PyCon officials privately, there were certainly channels to do so.

Let me get this straight. Two people, in the fairly public forum of a professional conference, make unprofessional comments and those within earshot shouldn’t call them out in public, because, you know, it’s embarrassing to be called-out in public for making unprofessional and/or offensive remarks?

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

We’re supposed to afford people who engage in unprofessional conduct at a professional meeting a higher level of respect than they afford those with earshot of their asinine conversation?  Why is that exactly?  Golly gee, is it because they just couldn’t have known they were being offensive?

Get. Fucking. Real.

They knew exactly what they saying was inappropriate for the setting and they did it anyway because they felt totally free to do so.  It’s called ‘privilege‘.

You want the privilege of “censure in private” without the muss-and-fuss of earning that privilege.  You want us ‘sensitive’ folks to grow thicker skin and treat you like a delicate flower.  Well, I want a unicorn and a lightsaber.  Guess what? We’re both going to be disappointed.

If you act like an asshole in public, expect to be called-out in public.  I do, I have, and I am confident I will in the future.  Likely because I don’t have the privilege of being free to say or do whatever the hell I want without any unpleasantness.  Neither do you.

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The Colt M4 Carbine

Since the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting, some politicians and pundits have suggested – as a solution to our mass shooting problem – that we arm teachers.

I teach.

If US Representative Louie Gohmert (R-TX) thinks I’m going to strap on M-4 to teach chemistry to college students, he’s lost his damn mind.

If South Dakota State Representative Betty Olson (R-Prairie City) thinks a law allowing “…teachers, administrators and even janitors to bring guns to school…” will help, she’s out of her damn mind.

Politician, pundit, or anybody else whose best solution includes arming school faculty and staff has LOST THEIR DAMN MINDS.

Arming teachers?!  Who do you think we are? Highly trained mercenaries that do a bit of teaching in our down time? This ain’t The Substitute.  Stop watching ’90s movies and get real.

I’ve often wished I was an ex-Special Forces operative with hand-to-hand combat skills and the martial arts prowess of a ninja. Alas, I am but a chemist.  While I can blow student’s minds with awesome chemistry, I am not trained to – and perhaps not capable of – blowing away some would-be spree killer.

You know who is trained to deal with spree killers? Law enforcement.  Like I’ve trained to be a chemist, they’ve trained to deal with violent people.  They’re trained to talk somebody down or, if need be, take somebody out.  I can’t do their job.  I do not have the training, experience, or desire to do law enforcement’s job.  I’m confident law enforcement feels the same way about my job.

Think I don’t care about my student’s safety? Think again.

I’m often the first person to teach these students the basics of laboratory safety and I take that job very seriously.  My students receive basic safety training at the start of the term, with specialized safety training as part of each and every lecture/lab for entire term.  I teach chemistry. Teaching students how to do chemistry safely is my job.

What about non-chemical safety? For each classroom I’m assigned, I know both how to safely evacuate the room and how to quickly bar access.  I know the who our campus security officers are and roughly how often they do patrols in my building.  I know where the nearest police station, fire house, and hospital is.  I know when to call for help and will not hesitate to make the call.

Get help.  That’s what you do when you’re faced with a situation beyond you’re education, training, and experience.  You bring in the right people to come up with the best solution.

That is what we need to do with our mass shooting problem.

Gohmert, Olson, and their cohorts aren’t the right people and arming teachers isn’t the best solution.