Out with a friend tonight at my new neighborhood pub, a very cool place I’ve frequented in the past and is now mere steps from my abode. I used the bathroom halfway through my third Oktoberfest, and found the following written on the stall door in marker:
I (HEART) SCIENCE
Followed by, I shit you not,
Lawrence Summers SUCKS!
Not only did it make me howl with laughter mid-pee, but it also inspired an interesting conversation with my friend — who is a biologist at Harvard — about women in science. Wish I had more awake time to relate that conversation, but there seem to be tiny anvils tied to my eyelids. Maybe tomorrow, if I can recall it all.