If I model them as basically spherical masses, and my back as a beam that pivots at the waist...then I do a real simple model of the torque that they place on my back.

Oh the eyeball-poking lashes are the worst! I've got long lashes and glasses too, and it irritates me because my lashes are so blonde they're practically transparent.

Boobs. They complicate my posture.

Enthusiasm and animation win out. I insist on wearing something pink to every interview. I keep a physics lesson with zombies hand if I get to pick my teaching topic. I make good (on-topic!) use of LOLcats.

There are (literally) no words.

Wow, that's awesome!

I'll go to a conference with a pink ribbon in my hair and easter egg colors on my poster/presentation. If my science is good and well-presented, there shouldn't be a problem.

*sigh of agreement* Agreed, every word.

THIS. I for one, am a Pretty Pink Princess Physicist.

Same here. Mornings like that make me glad that no one wants to try and pronounce my name and will just shout out "Professor" if they want my attention.

I officially feel like a weirdo now for liking those. *sigh*

True, true.

Yeah, technically that's true for me too. But realistically, how often is my weekly to-do list completable in 40 hours or less? Not often. Especially not at this stage in my career.

Late 2000. My little brother wanted a phone, and I'd just turned 18, and could sign a contract, so we both got phones.

Vacation days are usually "Oh hey, I can work on my research!" days. And I could do a lot at home, but I'm not very productive at home, so I spend a lot of time in the office.

Academia.

It would be a really good cut for me too! The coverage + the color blocking from the blazer = no cleavage accidents AND no "wall of boob". I can't lose.

I want everything about this look. Right now. Must steal for next year's interview season.

I....have pretty much given up. I can't even get noticed to get yelled at over there (and that's not for lack of trying).

This this this this this. The first time I ended up shaking on the bathroom floor after skipping a meal was the last time I deliberately skipped one.