There’s a new development in the story about 12-year-old Lauren Arrington’s remarkable science fair project about the invasive potential of lionfish. A marine biologist is now claiming that the project was based on published work he did back in 2011 — and that the girl is the daughter of his former supervisor’s best friend.
Can you imagine if anyone stole your work and earned all of the glory because it was a “feel good” story? Especially when the “feel good” story is being reported on day after day after day?
In this case, a man alleges that his published research was plagiarized in a science fair project by a 12-year-old student (her “discovery” is the “feel good” story of the week). Her father is best friend’s with the man’s former professor. The man asked on his Facebook for guidance on how to stand up for himself while 1) not coming across like an ass, 2) not killing this girl’s interest in science, 3) not making the story of plagiarism bigger than his research. And the info given in the comments is better than any journalist could collect as quickly, whether it’s his friends and colleagues recommendation (“lawyer up” or “let it blow over” or “Maybe try contacting her dad (super kindly/not aggressively) and offer something she might want, because a parent should want his child brought up ethically”) to the man telling that he delicately contacted the student’s father, only to be told that the media’s “more interested in hearing from a real professor, not a grad student.”
There’s also a petition on the web demanding that the student be added as an author on the man’s most recent scientific publication. Some media are portraying the facts as if he began his research only after the student’s science fair project, instead of a few years prior.
This is his crazy life for now. I’d go crazy. Researchers dream of the day when their hours and data collecting and documentation will earn them huge exposure in the media. It leads to more money for future research and possible job opportunities. But he is barely receiving the exposure for his hours and data collecting and documentation, etc.
"All of the guys here are the type of guys who you’d want to cuddle with after you’ve been f***ed really well by a guy who couldn’t stand this hippie shit for a minute."
- a girl swimming by me at a public pool that we’d all paraded to after two hours of readings/musical performances. A large T-Rex puppet and drums led the parade. I laughed so hard agreeing that I nearly dropped my smoked chicken leg and fourth pink plastic cup full of craft ale. (I do not recommend the chai spice light beer, btw. It’s like vomit. Stick with the ale…or the homemade Kombucha in the clear pitcher between the kegs.)