The Deeper I Go Into Academia The More A Sympathize With Mad Scientists

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happy international women's day!

i'm thankful for women in physics, women in chemistry, women in biology, women in mathematics, women in engineering, women in geology, women in zoology, women in medical school, women in computer science, women in astrophysics, women in aviation, women in health sciences, women in biochemistry, women in ecology, women in microbiology....

i'm just really thankful for women in stem

the court jesters aren't serving cunt your majesty

Constantly torn between thinking everyone thinks I’m annoying and they don’t like me and it’s my job to annoy everyone with my personality.

When humans achieve interstellar space flight we discover that we live smack dab in the midst of several massive squabbling ancient alien empires. So we do the only sensible thing we could, and become space Switzerland.

'it's only embarrassing if you decide it is' as a philosophy has literally changed my life

This might be unpopular but I’m not going to use simpler vocabulary in my writing if it’s out of character for the narrator. If my POV character is a botanist, he’s going to call a plant by its name. If you don’t know what it is you can either Google it or move on just knowing it’s a plant of some sort.

I don’t like this trend of readers being angry that not everything is 100% understandable for them. I want my characters to be believable as people and sometimes people use words people outside of their field will not understand. That’s not a bad thing.

You don’t have to understand every word to get the gist of what’s happening. I’m not going to slow down an action scene to describe every weapon because someone might not know them by name. They can just assume it’s a weapon because that makes sense in the context of the scene.

Chaotic academia is having like forty tabs open one on window, each for a different research paper/ Wikipedia hyperfixation/lesson-page-from-a-faraway-university (and all on possibly unconnected topics whose correlation makes sense only to you) all of which you really want to read Right Now but physically cannot find the time for because there is So Much To Learn, and all which you will never close either, because you’d rather sell your soul than lose all of that sweet, sweet information to the murky depths of page 2 of google 

‘my child is completely fine’ your child is emotionally dependent on imaginary people

I just want to wear a lab coat over my pyjamas with steampunk googles and drink monster out of test tubes and do unethical experiments on bodies that I steal from the morgue, but instead I have to be normal.