My Immune System Is The Real Villain Protagonist

This flowchart is what happens when career counselors have a mental breakdown. Engineering? Only if you're "good with things." Chemistry? Congratulations on your future as a "fussy pedant." And let's not forget Computer Science, perfect for those who prefer "slow, indirect evil" over the more efficient varieties. The beautiful part is how it nails the existential crisis of every STEM student. "Why do you want to major in a STEM field?" Options include "curiosity" (adorable), "to save the planet" (delusional), or my personal favorite, the dawning realization that STEM was supposed to involve actual plants for Biology majors. After 30 years of teaching, I can confirm this is approximately 87% accurate. The missing 13% is the path where you choose your major based on which department has the least uncomfortable chairs in the lecture hall.

Nothing screams "intelligent design" quite like a sunfish that looks like nature had a seizure while using Photoshop, or koalas whose entire existence is based on eating toxic leaves that provide almost zero nutrition. Evolution is basically nature throwing spaghetti at the wall for billions of years and seeing what doesn't immediately die. The beauty of natural selection isn't perfection—it's the "eh, good enough" approach that keeps things running. Giraffes evolved arteries that loop around their necks like the world's most unnecessarily complicated plumbing. Humans get cancer because our cells sometimes just... forget how to cell properly. And don't get me started on retroviruses that literally inserted themselves into our DNA and now make up about 8% of our genome. So next time someone mentions "intelligent design," just point to the platypus—a creature that's basically evolution's way of saying "I was drunk that day."

The perfect scientific dad joke doesn't exi— This comic brilliantly plays on CRISPR (Clustered Regularly Interspaced Short Palindromic Repeats), the revolutionary gene-editing technology, and KFC's desire for "crispier" chicken. The scientist's deadpan delivery makes it even better - genetic modification for fast food improvement is peak scientific humor. The punchline works on multiple levels since CRISPR technology could theoretically modify chickens for optimal fast-food qualities. Science comedy that's both smart and deliciously punny!

Mitochondria really driving a hard bargain in this cellular real estate market! The meme perfectly captures the symbiotic relationship that formed billions of years ago when mitochondria (labeled "MITOCHONDRIA" in the image) moved into eukaryotic cells. They traded shelter ("a place to live") for energy production ("my ATP"). This evolutionary deal is basically the original roommate agreement of life - mitochondria get protection and a cozy home, while cells get the cellular currency (ATP) needed to power everything from your morning jog to your late-night existential crisis. Talk about a win-win situation that's been going strong for about 1.5 billion years!

While Darwin was busy getting roasted by everyone and their mother for his evolution ideas, Gregor Mendel just quietly played with his peas in a monastery garden and casually invented modern genetics. Talk about a power move! The man literally cracked the code of inheritance while the scientific community was having a collective meltdown over natural selection. Nothing says "hold my beer" quite like revolutionizing biology with some garden vegetables while no one's looking. The ultimate scientific mic drop.

Behold! The rare specimen of scientific illiteracy in its natural habitat—a market stall proudly advertising "mRNA free" products with a cute cow drawing! It's like bragging your oranges are "gravity free" while standing firmly on Earth! mRNA is literally in EVERY living organism including that adorable cow and whatever produce they're selling. It's just the messenger molecule that helps create proteins—you know, the stuff that keeps you alive! Next they'll be selling "mitochondria-free" energy drinks and "nucleus-free" supplements. My lab coat is wrinkled from facepalming so hard!