I try to explain that to people. Statistics mean very little to one person. If I tell somebody there is an 90% chance they will be cured of their breast cancer, that sounds pretty good...unless they end up in the 10%. I have never cured 90% of a person.
95% certainty isn't good enough for most statisticians. It is good enough for most statistics teachers. The statisticians know that if you throw enough stuff at the test something will have a P-value less than 5%.
In the immortal words of Captain Jean-Luc Picard, to the intellect-representing Data: "Sometimes you can do everything right, make no mistakes, and still lose.
And that is why opposition to Climate Change is like denying the Holocaust ever happened.
There are several reasons why bicycles will never catch on in a big way.
It's easy to forget quite how much effort it takes to hack one's way upwards when the gradient changes even a little bit. They're achingly exhausting; leave you filthy, parched and burnt if it's hot; soaked to the skin if it's wet, soaked and…
Gonna have a hard time getting emergency services to those places.
If anyone is jealous of wombs, they can have mine! I don't really want it. I hate children. Good condition, unused, plenty of eggs, ten+ years of prime baby making opportunities.
I am reminded of a quote from a book I recently read, to which I wish I could remember the title and author. But the quote went something like this.
You mean one the size of a planet? An Earth size planet?
Yeah, but not the same type of "womb envy" that you're talking about...
You know, I speak whale. I also speak baby.
Women grew up with brother and envied them their anatomy.
He said, "No, you're gorgeous." Remember this was shot in Scotland. :)
If the movie is anything like the book, people are going to come out of the theater seriously fucked up.
Thank you, I logged in specifically to say that.
This thread needs more Frankenhooker!
I do.
I really figured the painting would have been called "Clever Girl."
It isn't round in certain periods. After the sundering, the world is remade and the straight road to Undying Lands is cut off. Eventually when elves are given the right to return, they can take the straight road to the Uttermost West, but a mortal would simply make a round circuit of Earth and never find their way…