Saturday, June 13, 2015

#distractinglysexy


“Let me tell you about my trouble with girls…Three things happen when they are in the lab: You fall in love with them, they fall in love with you, and when you criticize them they cry.” –Tim Hunt (2001 Nobel laureate in Physiology or Medicine) , June 2015

What an idiot. 
 
The best part of this story does not come from him. Rather, they come from the voices of dissent-- the #distractinglysexy women of science. The fury, the wit, the sarcasm-- all perfect reactions to his arcane sentiment. Joined by two of my colleagues in the mouse room, we added strength to the Twitter storm with our own pictures. 

Very much like the dress codes of a trendy New York club, we COH scientists have to adhere to the "distractingly sexy" attire requirements of the animal facility... or else... we get bounced.



Keep in mind this is only to enter the building. In order to visit the animals, we have to step it up a notch five freakier notches by donning classy booties, a see-through baby blue gown, a hair cover, face mask, and gloves.  

An ideal level of perfection

So far you probably want me to tone down the sexiness. I cannot. It's the reality of our job as cancer researchers. So without further ado, I present the #distractinglysexy images of Dr.'s Hernandez-Davies, Min Pan, and Lowman.  


Dr. Hernandez-Davies and Dr. Min Pan dressed to the nines to check on the mice. 

Unknowingly channeling the distractingly good-looking Jude Law and Jason Statham in Spy. However, these doctors "guns" are hidden beneath layers of sophistication.

"Pose sexy" was the directive from Dr. Hernandez-Davies. A bemused Dr. Lowman asked, "How do I do that?" This led to Dr. H-D suggesting a variety of poses that ranged from kicking one foot back (see next image), bending one knee (above), and doing something with one arm that was suspiciously reminiscent of a fishy dance move of the eighties.

Obviously, a swooning Dr. Hernandez-Davies, returning a cage.
  
And for the astute readers who may point out that the location (mouse room) is the cause of the distractingly sexy pictures, allow me the pleasure to point out that the appeal cannot be turned off. In early 2014, a forest fire near campus caused the scientists in the building to choose an earlier expiration date on life by NOT wearing a mask or choose the #distractinglysexy option that supposedly would prevent an uptake of pollutants in the air. 

Dr. Hernandez-Davies was appropriately referred to as Bane and Dr. Lowman inappropriately called a ninja turtle.


I want to end this post on a serious note. The sentiment expressed by Hunt is frustrating, his logic ridiculous, and his words infuriating. While working in the tissue culture room, Dr. Min Pan brought up the glaring point, "I don't understand why he [Hunt] is blaming women for being too distracting. Why can't men just control themselves?"
 

To which the token male of the lab quipped (and I give my assent), "Men are dogs." 
 



Thursday, November 20, 2014

1D

"Say something random about yourself." 

That was the obligatory prompt given at a social event* earlier this week with friends comprised of the old and new. It's a harmless statement loaded with the potential to induce laughter, shock, or uncomfortable awkwardness. My response to such a command sometimes elicits a range of anxieties from having to quickly sort through a lengthy list of random quirks, preferences, and experiences to then choosing the appropriate one to share. 

I have already forgotten the specifics of what I shared that evening. Translation: it was an innocuous piece of info. I more clearly remember the things that I did NOT share. As it happens, one of those self-banned things was revealed in a gem of a conversation with a colleague in the pursuant days. And since I have not written on this blog for some time, I have decided to share it here... 

Yesterday, as I was working on experiments, a colleague asked about a particular experiment. I eagerly told him the interesting results and he replied, "Ah. That must be why you have been so focused this week. I figured you were busy because of your earphones." He was mostly right. You see, in a lab setting the Kong lab kingdom, earphones are equivalent to Lebron working out in beast mode while using Beats by Dre. It means "I am serious." 

My colleague's acute observation of my experiment heavy schedule was no doubt cued by my bustling activity, but the primary sign were the earphones I wore while loading a gel, setting up for qPCR, culturing cells in the tissue culture hood, etc. Unbeknownst to him and everyone else in the world, I had another reason for wearing my earphones. I smiled at his comment and replied, "Yes, I have been intense this week. But I have another embarrassing reason. [unintentional dramatic pause] I am a fan of One Direction. Their new album came out this week and I've been listening to it [nonstop]." 

I realize that whatever credit I may think I have when it comes to selecting music for family gatherings is now in the negative. I am also fully aware that their lyrics make no sense! Colbert has already expertly analyzed the groups first hit single "What Makes You Beautiful."

What Makes You Beautiful Decoded
http://knowyourmeme.com/photos/463515-one-direction

The fourth album continues with failed logic**, BUT the songs are catchy. I make no apologies for the girly fan girl within. 


So to conclude this post, I plead with those who thought my musical tastes were without fault to overlook this random partiality that I have for this group. These guys make me smile as much as BSB***. 

*family home evening


**In the song "Steal my girl", the chorus of boys sing, "Couple billion in the whole wide world/ Find another one cause she belongs to me." Oh boys. That kind of math is unacceptable.

***Backstreet Boys