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Toxicologist Scientist, Office of Chemical Safety and Pollution Prevention(OCSPP),U.S (EPA) -Wildlife Toxicology Lab, Michigan StateUniversity👉Views are my own https://www.ghorabmo.msu.domains/
#SOT2025 #ToxicologyLeadership #CareerDevelopment #ProfessionalGrowth #FutureLeaders #@2025SOT. Society of Toxicology (SOT)
Your insights and experience are crucial in building the bridge toward a brighter, stronger future for our profession.
I’ll miss connecting with each of you in person, but I look forward to hearing about the meaningful discussions and exciting outcomes from our session!
Dr. Jessica LaRocca, Dr. Patricia Silveyra, Dr. Abdel-Razak Kadry, DVM, PhD, DABT and Dr. Toufan Parman, PhD, DABT, I encourage you all to join this session, share your valuable insights to foster meaningful dialogue, mentorship, and collaboration, shaping the next generation of toxicology leaders
This is your opportunity to explore innovative strategies for career advancement, leadership growth, and professional excellence in our field.
🤦♂️ While I regrettably won’t be able to attend this year, our outstanding and exceptional Speakers,
📍Colleagues and friends, If you planning to attend the 2025 Society of Toxicology (SOT) Annual Meeting, you should join my colleagues for an inspiring session,
“Bridging the Gap and Paving the Way for Future Leaders in Toxicology.”
Getting reports of some sound problems with our Twitch livestream.
Here's another stream while we sort out some technical difficulties!
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Let’s stand together for the integrity of our national science enterprise. If you’re affected or have opportunities to share, keep your head up and stay focused on the mission that we are all in the same boat 🛶.
Consider how your organization can support and engage these experts, whose knowledge and skills remain invaluable to the future of innovation and public health.
please 🔎 A Talent Pool Now Available: If you’re hiring, take note—many exceptional professionals with deep expertise in science, policy, and administration are now seeking new opportunities.
large-scale cuts is both damaging and cruel. These agencies drive groundbreaking research, inform critical policy decisions, and contribute to the technological and medical advancements that benefit us all.
💡 Industry leaders and private sector colleagues: If you can influence your organization
biologists, program analysts, clinicians, nurses, and administrators who have dedicated their expertise to advancing public health, environmental protection, and scientific innovation.
Regardless of your views on government, shrinking our national science infrastructure through sudden,
📍The Impact of Federal Science Layoffs: A Call to Action
The ongoing layoffs of our colleagues and friends at NSF, NIH, EPA, USDA, HHS, USGS, and NOAA are not just a blow to the U.S. scientific endeavor—they are a direct hit to the careers of countless scientists, toxicologists,
Quagga and zebra (aka Dreissenid) mussels can have drastically different impacts on food webs depending on where they invade - not a "one size fits all" invader
W Lake Erie --> increase in summer cyanobacteria/algae blooms
S Lake Michigan --> disappearance of spring diatom bloom
Delighted to share PhD student Di Wu's paper - published now in J. Hazardous Materials.
Our results highlight the gender-specific toxicity of polystyrene microplastics to zebrafish health - female zebrafish are more affected than males 🐟 Check it out here 👇 www.sciencedirect.com/science/arti...
Happy Hanukkah @shirajoudan.bsky.social!, Wishing you a joyous and prosperous New Year filled with success, good health, and inspiring moments. Cheers to 2025! 🎆🎊
There’s a quiet revolution happening every day, in classrooms and coffee shops, in homes and on park benches. People are refusing to buy into the scripts handed to them. They’re choosing humanity over hatred, connection over conflict.
One where I’m not defined by the prejudices of others or the expectations of systems that were never built for us to thrive.
And in that narrative, I’m not alone.
Those moments of understanding and recognition—those are the antidotes to the poison of division. So, I’m choosing a different narrative. One where I refuse to carry the weight of their labels.
There’s something remarkable about sitting down with someone, looking them in the eye, and sharing a story. Not the kind of story that fits neatly into a headline, but the messy, complicated, beautiful truth of who we are.
What they don’t count on, though, is the quiet rebellion of everyday connection.There’s something remarkable about sitting down with someone, looking them in the eye, and sharing a story.
Every time I see one of those stories—the ones designed to stoke fear and rage—I remind myself of this: the script isn’t ours. It never was. It was written by people with power to ensure they stay in power. The more divided we are, the easier it is to control us.
We are more than the boxes we check on forms. More than the assumptions cast like shadows upon our lives.
I refuse to let these labels define me anymore. And I know I’m not alone.
The problem isn’t who we are; it’s the way society reduces us to singular identities, stripping away our humanity in favor of simplicity.
It’s exhausting to explain, isn’t it? To justify your presence, to defend your existence as if the burden of proof lies solely with you. And yet, we often find ourselves doing just that, contorting ourselves into shapes that feel foreign, all to fit the comfort zones of others.
You feel it, don’t you?That quiet rejection, a flicker of hesitation in someone's eyes when they glance at your name, your skin tone,or hear the lilt of your accent. They might not say anything, but the weight of their unspoken words is deafening.I’ve seen it too many times, and I know you have too.
Not again, I thought.These stories are not new. They are recycled scripts handed to us with precision, scripts that only deepen wounds we desperately need to heal. The characters are the same: the "other" against the "us." The purpose?Clear as day—to keep people divided, distracted, and distrusting.
It was one of those stories—one where politics and fear intertwine, where the lines of division are drawn sharply in the sand. Race. Religion. Nationality. The usual suspects in a narrative designed to separate us into boxes. My chest tightened as frustration bubbled to the surface.