Monoclonal antibody… doesn’t it remind you of that one friend who has insanely high standards and never settles? 💅🧊
He’s like: “Show me the EXACT epitope… or I’m not binding.” 🧬🎯
But once he finds the one… he binds with absolute loyalty: tight, specific, and unwavering. 💘✨No distractions, no off-target flirting… just true high-affinity love forever ever. ❤️
I left academia on October 10th, 2025.
It still feels weird to write that sentence—like I’m talking about someone else’s life. The kind of life where my hands smelled faintly like ethanol, my brain measured time in incubation steps, and my mood depended heavily on whether the band showed up at the right size 😭📉
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever do another experiment again—like actually standing at a bench, holding an antibody, and waiting for it to tell me the truth 🔬👀
I don’t even know if I miss it. Or maybe I do.
Maybe I don’t miss the stress part—the failed Western blots, the mystery background, the “it worked in the paper though” kind of heartbreak. But I think I miss the rhythm. The quiet determination. The strange comfort of knowing that no matter what was happening in life, I could still wash, block, incubate… and try again tomorrow.
And when I look back now, what surprises me the most is how much I learned—not just about science, but about people, patience, and expectations. I learned how to troubleshoot. How to stay calm when nothing makes sense. How to keep going when the results don’t match the effort.
Somewhere along the way, science stopped being just a job. It became a way my brain understands the world ✨ And lately, I’ve had this new urge:
I want to turn all of it into cartoons 🎨
Not because I want to “dumb it down”—but because cartoons can hold what science really feels like: the chaos, the obsession, the tiny victories, the dramatic overreactions… and the comedy of trying your best while nature refuses to cooperate 😅 Science is actually hilarious, if you think about it. Especially antibodies.
Antibodies are basically tiny emotional creatures with standards and commitment issues 💅🧬
Take polyclonal antibodies—they’re like a whole crowd of friends hyping you up. They love you from every angle. They don’t just fall for one part of you… they appreciate the entire vibe. Different epitopes, different preferences, same energy: supportive, intense, and slightly chaotic 😂💐
And then there’s monoclonal antibodies.
Monoclonal is that one friend (respectfully) who stays single forever because they have impossibly high standards. They’re not impressed by “almost.” They don’t care about potential. They want one exact thing, and if it’s not there… they’re not binding 🧊🎯
Monoclonal energy is like:
“Show me the exact epitope… or I’m not interested.”
But here’s the romantic part nobody talks about: 🥺💘 Once monoclonal finds the one—it’s over. It binds with absolute loyalty: clean, specific, unwavering. No distractions. No off-target flirting. Just high-affinity devotion, forever 💞🔒
And honestly? That’s kind of how my relationship with science feels now. I’m no longer surrounded by it every day. I’m not living the bench life anymore. I’m not constantly covered in protocols and panic. But the love didn’t disappear. It just changed shape 🌙➡️🌞
Maybe I’m not in my “experiment era” anymore… Maybe I’m in my “storytelling era.”
Same science. Different format.
So if you see me turning antibodies into characters, epitopes into dating drama, and lab pain into cartoons… just know it’s not random 😉 It’s my way of holding onto the years that shaped me. And maybe—just maybe—this is how I keep binding to the part of my past that still matters ✨🧬
Not polyclonal. Not monoclonal.
Just… me. Staying connected to my own epitope.
TSIAN 