This is What I Get For Offering to Help...
In the last blog I wrote about correspondence from a young woman that apparently was not interested in scientific interaction. To review, she posted a note on the Stop Neil deGrasse Tyson from Talking about Science petition, requesting he contact her so that she could give his dim self some book learnin'. She provided an email address in this public forum.
Dr. Tyson is a busy guy. He's trying to disentangle fundamental questions about our universe, and may not be surfing crackpot websites, especially those trying to censor him.
To be of service, I wrote a short and punchy note to (we'll call her RK) only to earn a semi-psychopathic retort.
I get it. Asking Neil deGrasse Tyson to contact you and then getting a note from Kevin Folta is a lot like ordering a pizza and having the delivery guy show up with a used tube sock filled with guacamole. I'm sure she was disappointed, but when life hands you a tube sock of guacamole, get the chips!
I took the time to write back a little softer note explaining the situation.
My message disappeared into cyberspace, hoping to mend a misunderstanding or somehow illuminating that she just might be wrong. However, my desire to initiate a healthy and useful conversation was dead on arrival. My offer to assist was met with an interesting reply-- and I have no idea what she is talking about!
Dr. Tyson is a busy guy. He's trying to disentangle fundamental questions about our universe, and may not be surfing crackpot websites, especially those trying to censor him.
To be of service, I wrote a short and punchy note to (we'll call her RK) only to earn a semi-psychopathic retort.
I get it. Asking Neil deGrasse Tyson to contact you and then getting a note from Kevin Folta is a lot like ordering a pizza and having the delivery guy show up with a used tube sock filled with guacamole. I'm sure she was disappointed, but when life hands you a tube sock of guacamole, get the chips!
I took the time to write back a little softer note explaining the situation.
On the surface my note seems soft and helpful-- but the words within conjured a rhetorical shitstorm like I've never seen. The "ego" comment comes from her last note where she tells me, "Drop your ego little man!" She's giving Valerie some competition in the zany department!
My message disappeared into cyberspace, hoping to mend a misunderstanding or somehow illuminating that she just might be wrong. However, my desire to initiate a healthy and useful conversation was dead on arrival. My offer to assist was met with an interesting reply-- and I have no idea what she is talking about!
Yikes! I never visited her facebook page-- Ever. YouTube channel? I guess I have no publications or even a B.S. degree... Don't like that I offer to help a woman? I offer to help everyone...
BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE...
I do kind of hope she calls my department and asks to talk to the Chair... He'd be happy to hear her complaint. I think he already has, and he knows all sides of this fiasco.
Today's blog has two major conclusions:
1. This is why scientists don't engage. The abuse and threats from wackos are a turn off and make you feel like you are wasting your time.
2. This is why Mike Adams and Vandana Shiva are actually dangerous. When they encourage violence against journalists and scientists, there are a number of unstable persons out there like RK that could easily be inspired to carry out their bidding.