"no homo" I whisper as I look at my garden of pea plants. The progeny had expressed a 1:2:1 ratio of phenotypes. I am Gregor Mendel.
You nerds, that ratio is 1 homozygous dominant, 2 heterozygotes and 1 homozygous recessive. So yes homo.
I just died.
Well. Now I’m crying like a lil bitch.omfg my house is flooding with my fucking TEARS
Well this is fucking perfect.
I am so fucking done with this fucking website and fucking cute ass videos and fucking everything I am just fucking over it.
Can I not die alone.
I love the parents walking them down the aisle. The dad is so cute!!
I actually believe artists and scientists think very similarly. Complex, abstract thought? They both have that down. It’s all about where that thinking takes you after that.
Words cannot describe how much I love this post.
I get so upset when people assume I’m not creative or will say oh you’re good at thinking like a scientist, but I’m good at thinking creatively and abstract… *face palm*
I participated in a competitive creative problem solving organization in high school and college. I wrote silly books and invented stories and wrote poems all my life. I was in choir, drama, ballet… but now that I’m a scientist we literally have to find a PhD turned actress to convince the rest of the world we’re not robots.
I’m not ranting, I’m just sad that no one understands the POINT of scientific thinking and is under the assumption that they could never do it.
Science and creativity are my two strong points, so this makes so much sense!
In an effort to both allocate space for and document the existence of masculine women, photographer Meg Allen created a powerful series of portraits for an exhibit at Cafe Gabriela in Oakland, Calif.
Entitled BUTCH, Allen’s series not only represents genderqueer women for a broader, heteronormative audience, but reaffirms butch identity within the queer community at a time when “butch flight,” or gender transitioning, is arguably becoming more and more commonplace. It is, as Allen says on her website, “an homage to the bull-daggers and female husbands before me, and to the young studs, gender queers and bois who continue to bloom into the present.”