A dinner party whose other attendees are just as exotically trained as you are, but far more successful -- juggling outside offers and outrageous travel while ignoring their teaching and snarking about the truly famous in the field -- and where Larry Summers is a major topic of conversation.
Allow me to mention that I've heard talks given by cheerful -- and hairy-legged-feminist -- neuroscientists that have described cognitive deficits evinced by female rodents given enough Lupron. I might have even had some little issues* myself, last time I was on it.
I tried to stay quiet. When pressed by the host I changed the subject from differential achievement by the two genders to... changes in financial aid policies at elite schools (I still love Larry for kicking that off), and from there, gawd help me, to class.
* Actually, it's a little disturbing to pull up that old entry and see how similar the effects have been, this time. I left a pot of beans on the stove when I went to work on Saturday. And my worries about the book project and the IVF cycle are tending towards apocalyptic crisis... well, they'd do that regardless.
Every time I read an entry like this, I thank God that my RE started with an antagonist protocol. My behavior on Follistim was bad enough.
Posted by: Elizabeth | Thursday, January 10, 2008 at 07:39 PM