Scientists make secretaries feel homicidal. That's all I know.
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They might look depressed to kids, though, because they always seem to work in dark rooms and though they smile, they don't laugh much.
I guess--but that's just about every occupation in a one hour drama.
And they are way pretty.
Kids who think scientists are all depressed all the time should see them drunk at parties some time. The hardest partiers I've ever met were not frat boys (amateurs...), they were scientists.
Plus, you get fun and entrtaining things like listening to drunk scientists try to explain the biochemistry of drunkeness to a room full of other drunk people. Funny.
If you had asked me at 11 what scientists do, my answer probably would have included skinny dipping.
The kids at Harvey Mudd had the best drugs and the craziest parties.
If I were 11 (and my parents were crazy enough to let me stay up until 10 and watch CSI), I'd probably associate Grissom and company with cops because of all the crime solving and what not. The depressed comment was kind of odd, though.
I fell out of love with Oprah a loooong time ago, but I think she has sunk to new lows today. Parents who invited a stripper to their sixteen year old's birthday party and Oprah deconstructing their psyches and dressing them down. Someone needs to smack her in her big, bobblehead.
If you had asked me at 11 what scientists do, my answer probably would have included skinny dipping.
I got spared that, thankfully. But lots and lots of crazy parties.
My dad's department used to be the highest level a secretary could be promoted before moving into management. The sciences are all at the top end of the promotion chain. I suspect that says something.
Parents who invited a stripper to their sixteen year old's birthday party and Oprah deconstructing their psyches and dressing them down.
I got no real love for Oprah, but somebody needed to talk to these people.
Off camera, yes. Someone should take them aside and have a little sit-down.
But, the person who shambled her emaciated, size eight jean clad semi-corpse onto a stage while pulling a mound of fat behind her does not get to talk a little sense into anyone.