...Maurice, a beginner in X-ray diffraction work, wanted some professional help and hoped that Rosy, a trained crystallographer, could speed up his research. Rosy, however, did not see the situation this way. She claimed that she had been given DNA for her own problem and would not think of herself as Maurice's assistant.
I suspect that in the beginning Maurice hoped that Rosy would calm down. Yet mere inspection suggested she would not easily bend. By choice she did not emphasize her feminine qualities. Though her features were strong, she was not unattractive and might have been quite stunning had she ever taken even a mild interest in clothes. This she did not. There was never lipstick to contrast with her straight black hair, while at the age of thirty-one her dresses showed all the imagination of English blue-stocking adolescents. So it was quite easy to imagine her the product of an unsatisfied mother who unduly stressed the desirability of professional careers that could save bright girls from dull marriages to dull men...
Clearly Rosy had to go or be put in her place. The former was obviously preferable because, given her belligerent moods, it would be very difficult for Maurice to maintain a dominant position that would allow him to think unhindered about DNA. Not that at times he didn't see some reason for her complaints--King's had two combination rooms, one for me, the other for women, certainly a thing of the past. But he was not responsible and it was no pleasure to bear the cross for the added barb that the women's combination room had remained dingily pokey whereas money had been spent to make life agreeable for him and his friends when they had their morning coffee.
Unfortunately, Maurice could not see any decent way to give Rosy the boot. To start she had been given to think she had a position for several years. Also, there was no denying she had a good brain. If she could only keep her emotions under control, there would be a good chance she could really help him...
...The real problem-then, was Rosy. The thought could not be avoided that the best home for a feminist was in another person's lab.
...Naturally I was delighted when Maurice said I would be welcome at Rosy's talk. For the first time I had a real incentive to learn some crystallography: I did not want Rosy to speak over my head.
We have certainly come a long way, that's for sure in terms of women in the sciences. I know sexism still exists (especially in regards to getting a post-doc and tenure with respect to wanting to have a family), but thank god for scientists like Franklin who cleared the way for us today.
The other thing that bothers me about Watson is that he seems intellectually lazy. He describes himself as a "mathematically deficient biologist" and claims to have never taken any organic chemistry or advanced chemistry or physics in college at all:
My interest in DNA had grown out of a desire, first picked up while a senior in college, to learn what the gene was. Later, in graduate school, it was my hope that the gene might be solved without my learning any chemistry. This wish partially arose from laziness since as an undergraduate at the University of Chicago, I was principally interested in birds and managed to avoid taking any chemistry or physics courses which looked of even medium difficulty. Briefly, the Indiana biochemists encouraged me to learn organic chemistry, but after I used a Bunsen burner to warm up some benzene, I was relieved from further true chemistry. It was safer to turn out an uneducated Ph.D. than to risk another explosion.He goes on and on about how Crick understood the math and theory behind crystallography, and how he only acquainted himself with it on descriptive terms because it bored him to learn anything about biophysics or biochemistry. He talks about how studying the metabolism of the bases is boring, and how basically all biochemistry and organic chemistry is boring unless it applies to the gene.
He makes a good point when he talks about Linus' Pauling's discovery of the alpha-helix, which Pauling did on descriptive terms before confirming it theoretically; that playing with modeling kits and pictures can be a useful way to understand structural biochemistry and biophysics. It's not inherently the fact that he relies on descriptive terms that bothers me. After all, I operate on a diagrammatic, descriptive level and am aware of the fact that I don't understand most of the math that the computer does for me. A professor that came to give a chem talk at Reed once made the good point that you don't need to understand hardcore physical and quantum chemistry to have a good chemical intuition about reactivity; for example, understanding steric hindrance, ring strain, and favorable conformations are all things we tend to do at a descriptive level, even if there are computational reasons to back up the chemical intuition. So some scientists are quantitative types and others are more qualitative types, and yeah, it takes all different types to solve problems in science, fine. It's just this total irreverence for the fact that other fields are interesting and worth learning about that gets to me. I hate intellectual laziness. It's one thing to be deficient in some areas in your background--no one knows everything. It's a completely different to not be intellectually curious enough to want to know more about things you don't know much about.
Watson doesn't really seem like a complete genius. He seems like a guy who was really really into this one pet issue and was determined and lucky enough to fall into a crowd of exciting and talented people (like Crick, Rosalind Franklin, and Linus Pauling) who actually were brilliant. It angers me that Watson can be such a bumfuck, and Rosalind Franklin can be off in the lab, being brilliant, giving herself cancer, only to be viewed as a tool for the boys to understand DNA. She made it her project because she wanted to understand the structure of DNA too, not because she was trying to be spiteful and difficult. They just assume that they can use her expertise and her intellectual contributions as if she is just technical support.
This book is fascinating from a history of science perspective because he writes in his unabashedly caddish way about it all. About the politics and personalities of these people you read about in textbooks. About a time when science was even more of an old boys club than it is now.
Also, maybe you don't need to be brilliant to be a Nobel laureate, you just need to be mildly creative and fall into a good in-crowd.
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