… but check out what these people do.
I still want to add my position to the list.
Great label for “Psychological Torture” XD
"The first option, electroejaculation, uses a priapic rectal probe to send electricity pulsing through the animal’s nether regions. “All the normal excitatory signals that stimulate ejaculation, like touch, sight, sound and smell, can be replaced with the current from the probe,” says Trish Berger, professor of animal science at the University of California, Davis. “It’s fascinating. Of course, this is a woman talking.” "
I didn’t know masturbating barnyard animals is a job? ^^;;
Wouldn’t they be considered prostitutes?
Odor judges are common in the research labs of mouthwash companies, where the halitosis-inflicted blow great gusts of breath in their faces to test product efficacy. But Minneapolis gastroenterologist Michael Levitt recently took the job to another level—or, rather, to the other end. Levitt paid two brave souls to indulge repeatedly in the odors of other people’s farts. (Levitt refuses to divulge the remuneration, but it would seem safe to characterize it thusly: Not enough.) Sixteen healthy subjects volunteered to eat pinto beans and insert small plastic collection tubes into their anuses (worst-job runners-up, to be sure). After each “episode of flatulence,” Levitt syringed the gas into a discrete container, rigorously maintaining fart integrity. The odor judges then sat down with at least 100 samples, opened the caps one at a time, and inhaled robustly. As their faces writhed in agony, they rated just how noxious the smell was. The samples were also chemically analyzed, and—eureka!—Levitt determined definitively the most malodorous component of the human flatus: hydrogen sulfide.
Wow.
Originally posted by VickiMints
I still want to add my position to the list.
Would you mind telling us as to WHY you feel this way?
The much safer “digital pressure” is used mostly with pigs, who are trained from an early age to mount a small bench while the researcher reaches around with a gloved hand and provides appropriate pleasure—er, pressure.
O_o
The hell?
God I love that list. And its all very true.
- CORPSE-FLOWER GROWER
“So many people think flowers smell sweet and, you know, attract cute honeybees,” notes University of Washington greenhouse manager Douglas Ewing. “But I think when the corpse flower blooms, that’s the best part of my job.” That is to say, he likes it best when he’s tending a phallic flower that’s taller than a man and gives off an overwhelming scent of rotting flesh, a pungency it evolved to attract very un-cute Sumatran carrion beetles. The stench? “Pretty much like the worst roadkill you can think of,” Ewing says. And there’s lots of it: In the wilds of Indonesia, the plant must pump out enough scent to be smelled miles away; at the University of Washington, all that reek is confined in the greenhouse. Does Ewing wear a gas mask when the corpse flower blooms—or, better yet, call in sick? “No, I’m right in there with it the whole time,” he says. “It’s just incredible to watch this massive structure come up, and it changes every day.” The hundred or so greenhouses that grow this plant are competing to produce the world’s tallest putrid flower; Bonn University recently claimed the record for a 9-foot, 120-pound stink bomb. Douglas Ewing, eat your heart out.
My faith in humanity is dropping ¬¬
And I thought my friend in Canada had it bad: Gutting out salmon that gets blessed by a Rabbi Priest every day for six hours.
Originally posted by Kagato Toujou
And I thought my friend in Canada had it bad: Gutting out salmon that gets blessed by a Rabbi Priest every day for six hours.
That’s an easy job if you’ve done it more than once.
Originally posted by Sinistral
God I love that list. And its all very true.
That’s what freaks me, the fact that people actually do these jobs!
Originally posted by Heaven’s Soldier
I like being Death, the only downside is the hatred relatives show and the stench of the rottening corpse.
My real job, luckily, isn’t on that list. I’m going to stay out of science, at least the part of it that involves things like that.
Being a postdoc is actually one of the main reasons I’m going for an MD and not a PhD.
Necroposting for a good reason. I emailed this to a couple profs and phDs I’m friends with at my university and they loved it. However, a pair got a real kick out of it because they actually KNOW this person:
- BRAZIL MOSQUITO RESEARCHER
Veteran researcher Helge Zieler used to put himself on the menu twice a week. On his best evening, he caught 500 Anopheles in 3 hours. Meanwhile, of course, the skeeters feasted on his entire corpus—a grand total of about 3,000 bites, or an average of 17 per minute for 180 minutes on end. “It’s not so bad,” he says, explaining that his personal response to mosquito bites is an immediate itch that goes away naturally in a few minutes. Except when his response is to contract malaria. Despite taking prophylactic chloroquine, Zieler developed a case that took him two years to shake.
Helge frequently calls one of the labs I do research in.
Oi. So much for "Every time you necropost, god kills a kitten"I would imagine it’s pretty amusing. Some of the jobs… just oookay.
I think eight would be really bad, but eleven is just hilarious.
I wondered why this came back… but that was really funny.
Now everyone can read my thread a second time!