What the hell? Prof-like Substance says he’s moving his blog this Monday and we’ll know where to find him.
I wouldn’t be moving, however, if it wasn’t for something really exciting. I’ll be posting a link on Monday, but my guess is that come Monday you’ll know where to find me…
Well I’d lay odds he’s not going to Nature Network.
Damn. If that blogger dude is going to some new clubhouse, I’m going to bust my hairy-legged ass in there too, you just wait and see if I don’t.
Some of you are no doubt aware that the esteemed PalMD has a new blog home. Check out this recent, and distressing, post on dengue fever in Florida: One epidemic, two problems. I have relatives in Florida, and I might like to visit them, and, well, I just generally care about anyone who lives there, so this really disturbing.
As Saguy [the lead researcher] explains, “When a woman believes that a man is focusing on her body, she narrows her presence… by spending less time talking.” There are a few possible reasons for this. Saguy suspects that objectification prompts women to align their behaviour with what’s expected of them – silent things devoid of other interesting traits. Treat someone like an object, and they’ll behave like one. Alternatively, worries about their appearance might simply distract them from the task at hand.
Or, if you read the incredibly intelligent comments on the post, the REALZ interpretation of the data is…
- Women were asking for it.
- And they like it.
- And it’s their fault, because they have poor self-esteem.
- And men are oppressed, too!
- And evolushunz means menz haz got to stare at teh boobiez.
Which pretty much sums up every stupid-ass comment you get these days whenever you try to talk sensibly in any manner about sexual harassment, sexual objectification, sexism, sexual discrimination, bias, etc. Generally you also get comments like “this is all anecdote, there is no real data” but it seems that when even a man writes a blog post laying forth exceptionally strong data making the case that objectification is harmful to women, it’s not sufficient.
The bleating hordes will still show up and cry “wah wah, no, it is all wrong! My theory, which is mine, about this data, in this paper I have not read, is much better! The next thing I’m going to say is my theory. Ready? My theory by A. Douche. All women exist to be ogled by men, and then to be fucked by men, and then to say how much they loved it. That is my theory, it is mine, and belongs to me and I own it, and what it is too.”
Go read Ed’s post, then instead of the comments, just watch this:
Professor in Training is working on a faculty website design and asks the following:
I’m in the process of designing my own page and also a separate set of pages for my lab. I know the type of stuff I want in both of these but I was looking for feedback from both current and prospective students and postdocs as well as other faculty as to what you look for if/when you go searching for faculty/lab pages.
Take a visit over there and share your opinion on what makes a good website. Inquiring minds may also be interested in some work done on this issue a few years ago by Cynthia Burack (and me):
Evaluating STEM Department Websites for Diversity
and by Burack, Ruth Dyer, myself, and Beth Montelone:
Designing Welcoming and Inclusive STEM Department Websites
You can also look up each of those papers in the WEPAN archives (click on the 2006 archives and scroll down the table of contents).
Earlier this month, while I was distracted managing mom’s transition from assisted living to hospital stay to rehab and preparing to escape for my annual beachy vacation, a new star was added to the Scibling firmament. And she’s a shiny one. I’m talking about Sharon Astyk, writer of Casaubon’s Book. I like pretty much every single thing she’s written over there so far, but I really love this entry. Here’s a sample:
A lot of people are dismissive of personal choices and personal actions, and as I argue in _Depletion and Abundance_ it isn’t an accident that all the things we decide are unimportant personal choices happened to be traditionally associated with women – they are measures of our contempt for women’s traditional work (consider the attention still given to the individual vote, in comparison, which also doesn’t matter, except all the times that it does). Perhaps more importantly it is enormously profitable for industry to pretend that individual choices are unimportant. After all, if they are unimportant, there’s no reason to constrain them, no reason not to stop at Wendy’s on your way to the climate change demonstration, no link at all between all those cows and global warming…
Thus we put “agricultural emissions” in the category of *big important issues” and say we can’t do anything about it personally – of course “industry” doesn’t acually eat. In fact, I’m pretty sure that 100% of all meals are eaten by individuals ;-).
Which is all a really long way of saying that I’m definitely going to keep posting recipes, even if, as one of my prior critics claimed, he feared he’d wandered over to Lady’s Home Journal, rather than an energy blog. As I’ve argued before, we can’t change our agriculture, or improve our health without changing the way we eat – and we do that by teaching people to cook again, to make good use fo the food they do have, and by helping them make ethical food choices. And that requires small and homely things like recipes, which have their place even in SCIENCE!.
Of course, Casaubon’s Book is written by someone Known To Be A Girl, and a theist, and furthermore she is just telling me stuff I like to hear, which PZ Myers would never do, and on top of all that, she has posted recipes. So I am pretty sure that means she must be wrong or stoopid or non-scientific or maybe even a creationist so I can’t wait till the New Atheists get her straightened out.
I like Casaubon’s Book because it deals with cheery stuff like how our lives as we know them just can’t continue and how the change is coming faster than we want to admit and how peak oil has long since been reached even though no one will say it out loud. It’s all good times over there! If I hadn’t just come back from my planet-killing beach vacation, reading this blog would be a real downer.
Sharon has written three books with all sorts of handy advice on how to survive in the coming world post-peak oil. You can find links to them on her blog, and I recommend taking a look, they all seem very interesting and useful. Unfortunately, I did not see anything in any of them to indicate that she has included even one chapter on “easy-peasy painless suicide methods when the resource wars wash up on YOUR doorstep!” or “how to take yourself out in one simple step when your gas tank is empty and the running-car-in-locked-garage method just isn’t an option anymore” or even a side chapter in that preserving food book on “let one batch go bad and keep it on hand for the REALLY bad times!”
I fear she is not completely rational. Because, she outlines a future where the oceans will rise and peoples’ water supplies will be compromised and much of our agricultural production will be jacked and subtropical infectious diseases will be rampaging all over the place – and yet she also seems to think many of us will still be blithely out on some farm somewhere, raising our goats and chickens, planting our heirloom seeds, putting up preserves in the late summer and fall, and rediscovering the joys of hanging out laundry on the line. While not being gunned down by the survivalists who have been hoarding ammo for years on end and who have suddenly showed up to take our food and wimmin. Say, now, THERE’S a suicide strategy – “I’ll just take these clothes outside to hang on the line – no, no, I don’t need any bullet-proof vest! la la la la la la la!”
I guess that’s why I love that crazy chick. She has looked right square in the face of the coming apocalypse, and said “fuck you. I’m planting veggies, milking goats, hanging laundry, and nurturing my kids.” I might still lean towards the viewpoint of a friend of mine, who wonders whether getting through the coming crisis is even something to be desired, and suggests saving that 5 gallon drum of gasoline to do yourself in when the time comes – don’t be pressured to use it for a vacation, or one last run to the grocery store for supplies! But I’m glad that outlandish optimists like Sharon exist.