Also, one summer I had a summer job at the pharmaceutical company my dad worked at, and got to see "Building V", where they did the animal experiments. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to treat that area of my memory with the brain bleach again…
When one of my graduate students wanted to dedicate his doctoral dissertation to G44, a female rhesus monkey who had unexpectedly died during his research, I thought he was joking; then I realized that to him G44 was an individual with a unique personality, not just an animated object that produced data points.
I'll have to give my dogs an extra hug or ten, BRB…
That's a fucked up picture. A hand on a tripod? Don't even want to click the linky.
The other picture in the story is worse, so you're right.
I can remember going through the room in "Building V" where they did vivisections, like it was yesterday.
Also, one summer I had a summer job at the pharmaceutical company my dad worked at, and got to see "Building V", where they did the animal experiments. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to treat that area of my memory with the brain bleach again…
I'll have to give my dogs an extra hug or ten, BRB…
Then again, on the scale of things, graduate students aren't the highest in the food chain. I had more sympathy for them when I was one 😉