I Think I Might Be... A Fatty Acid

Chemistry lab instructions gone hilariously wrong! Someone circled "demonized water" instead of "deionized water" with a frantic "Don't Do That" warning. Because nothing spices up your experiment like accidentally summoning water possessed by demons! 👹💦 Just imagine the lab report: "Experiment failed due to unexpected paranormal activity in solution." Next time, stick to removing ions, not souls.

Look at benzene having feelings about its chemical attackers! That frown when a nucleophile comes knocking is PRICELESS. But throw an electrophile its way? Suddenly it's all smiles and electron-sharing parties! 💫 Benzene is basically that picky friend who hates certain restaurants but gets weirdly excited about others. Its electron-rich aromatic ring is like "nucleophiles? EWWW, you're also negative, get away from me!" But when an electron-hungry electrophile shows up? "HELLO THERE HANDSOME, take my electrons, please!" Chemistry has never been so emotionally unstable!

The molecule shown is 2-butene, which exists in two forms: cis and trans isomers. The meme brilliantly plays on the word "transphobic" by showing the trans isomer of 2-butene and claiming to be afraid of it. In organic chemistry, trans isomers have groups on opposite sides of the double bond, while cis isomers have them on the same side. This molecule is specifically trans -2-butene with methyl groups (CH₃) positioned diagonally from each other. The molecular pun is peak chemistry nerd humor—being literally afraid of a trans configuration! Chemistry students everywhere are quietly snickering in the back of lecture halls.

Every time someone learns I have a chemistry degree, they immediately suggest synthesizing illicit substances. Because clearly, my years of studying molecular orbital theory and reaction mechanisms were just elaborate preparation for recreating a TV show plot. Next they'll be shocked when I explain that most chemists spend their days running column chromatography and filling out safety documentation rather than dramatically tossing chemicals into desert RVs. Revolutionary concept: chemists can actually do things besides making methamphetamine.

The progression from "putting on a lab coat" to "full hazmat suit" just to measure ethanol density is the perfect representation of chemistry teacher paranoia. They'll have you suit up like you're handling weapons-grade plutonium when it's just fancy alcohol. Meanwhile, university chem students are casually pipetting concentrated acids with their bare hands while eating lunch. Safety protocols in high school labs exist in an entirely different dimension of caution.

Welcome to the physical chemistry lab tour, where nothing is what it seems! That coffee maker? Actually a Soxhlet extractor busy dissolving your career aspirations. That fancy optical table? Just a $50,000 "trampoline" for your delicate experiments to bounce into failure. The computer station features vintage tech from when dinosaurs roamed the earth, because funding dried up faster than your acetone. The IR spectrum labeled "vibe check" is just confirming what you already know—the vibes are terrible. That laser setup (or "archbishop of greenery") costs more than your student loans but works about 12% of the time. And finally, the yellow room isn't lemon-flavored—it's just bathed in sodium vapor lighting where your soul and lab results will both look equally jaundiced. Physical chemistry: where expectations go to die and grant money disappears faster than free food at a department seminar.