A Reinvigorated Teen Skepchick, plus Embarrassing Revelations about My Math Skills
Oh! I didn’t see you there. Hello, and welcome to the reinvigorated Teen Skepchick. My name is Mindy, and I’m the site administrator. I don’t have the expected background for a skeptic, and I suppose I have taken a long and winding road to this place.
So, how did I get here?
I suppose it started years ago when I was a grade school student in a Catholic school (I know!). I loved science and sciency stuff. I had a microscope and a telescope, neither of which I could manage to work by myself. Bill Nye the Science Guy was de rigueur after school television. The universe was huge and interesting, and I was only beginning to figure it out.
My first love was astronomy, but after several years of every math homework assignment devolving into fits of frustrated tears, I decided that maybe that wasn’t the path for me. Next in line was biology. This had promise. I loved everything about it, and, at least at the time, the math was at a minimum. It was heaven.
But issues began to arise when I had to dissect my first worm. I found it really gross. Don’t get me wrong; I loved learning about the remarkable machine we call the body. So I held my breath and dived right in. But it was gross.
When I managed to get through the worm, the crawfish, the regular fish, and – most harrowingly – the frog, I decided to kick things up a notch. I was going to dissect a cat. And not any cat. A pregnant cat. It, too, was gross. (Although, I did get to keep a little memento: cat fetus in a jar! I still have it somewhere, although I hope I never find it, as I don’t want to give my real-life cat a complex. But I digress…)
It was this experience with the cat – and my subsequent realization that I become light-headed by the sight of blood – made it apparent that this was also not my track. So I thought, ‘Forget this noise. I’ll just be a lawyer or something.’ So that is what I did. I became a lawyer (or something).
But none of that means I have lost my love for the universe, and all its glorious mysteries. It doesn’t mean that I have stopped trying to understand string theory (I mean really, what is that about?), or that I find the differences between chimpanzees and bonobos any less fascinating. And it certainly doesn’t mean I have abandoned an evidence-based view of the world.
Which brings me to the fabulous Teen Skepchick. You’ve already heard from a few of our new contributors, and more are on the way. We will also have some regular features highlighting women scientists and skeptics, skeptical news and general awesomeness aimed directly at teens. We hope you’ll come back to read some crackerjack writing and commentary, and maybe the odd adorable kitten. And if you can’t get enough of us from the site alone, you can follow me or Teen Skepchick (or both) on Twitter.
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