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Why your favourite colour is probably blue

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From a young age we are primed to choose a favourite colour, but strangely as we grow up our preference often changes – and it's largely due to influences outside our control.

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In 1993, crayon-maker Crayola conducted an unscientific, but intriguing poll: it asked US children to name their favourite crayon colour. Most chose a fairly standard blue, but three other blue shades also made the top 10 list.

Seven years later, the firm repeated its experiment. Again, classic blue ranked in the top spot while six other shades of blue appeared in the top 10, including the delightful sounding "blizzard blue". They were joined by a shade of purple, a green and a pink.

The dominance of blue in such lists doesn't surprise Lauren Labrecque, an associate professor at the University of Rhode Island who studies the effect of colour in marketing. Like a Pantone-sponsored party trick, she'll often ask students in her classes to name their favourite colour. After they respond, she clicks on her presentation. "I have a slide already made up saying '80% of you said blue'," Labrecque tells them. She is usually right. "Because once we get to be adults, we all like blue. It seems to be cross cultural, and there's no big difference - people just like blue." (Interestingly, Japan is one of the few countries where people rank white in their top three colours).

Our selection of a favourite colour is something that tends to emerge in childhood: ask any child what theirs is and the majority - crayon in hand - will already be primed to answer. Infants have broad and fairly inconsistent preferences for colours, according to research. (They do show some preference for lighter shades, though.) But the more time children spend in the world, the more they start to develop stronger affinities to certain colours, based on those they have been exposed to and the associations they link them to. They are more likely to link bright colours like orange, yellow, purple or pink to positive rather than negative emotions.

One study of 330 children between 4-11 years old found they used their favourite colours when drawing a "nice" character and tended to use black when drawing a "nasty" character ( although other studies have failed to find such links, so emotional associations and colour are far from straightforward). Social pressures - such as the tendency for girls' clothes and toys to be pink - also have a strong effect on colour choice as children get older.

Despite the wide array of crayons on offer, children will often reach for a preferred colour time after time (Credit: Alamy)

It is commonly believed that as children enter their teenage years, their colour choices take on a darker, more sombre hue, but there isn't much academic research to support this. Adolescent girls in the UK, for example, have been found to be attracted to purples and reds, while boys favour greens and yellow-greens. One study of British teenage boys' choice of bedroom colour found they tended to choose white, while they listed red and blue as favourite colours.

These colour palettes seem to converge as people grow into adulthood. Intriguingly, while the majority of adults say they prefer blue colours, they'll likely also dislike the same colour too: a dark yellowish brown is routinely identified as least popular.

But why do we have favourite colours? More importantly, what drives those preferences?

Put simply, we have favourite colours because we have favourite things.

At least that's the gist of ecological valence theory, an idea put forward by Karen Schloss, an assistant professor of psychology at the University of Wisconsin-Madison in the US, and her colleagues. Her experiments showed that colours - yes, even beige - are far from neutral. Rather, humans layer meaning onto them, mostly drawn from our subjective histories, and so create high personal reasons to find one shade repellent or appealing in the process.

"This accounts for why different people have different preferences for the same colour, and why your preference for a given colour can change over time," she says. As new associations accrete - whether through everyday exposure in the world around us or artificially by deliberate conditioning - this can cause what we love to change over time.

Schloss finessed this theory via several experiments, including one at the University of California-Berkeley. She and her collaborators showed volunteers squares of colour on a screen while prompts asked them to rate how much they liked them. Then the researchers stepped away, as if to suggest a new experiment was starting.

They returned to show those same volunteers coloured images again, except this time, instead of plain squares, they saw objects. Each image was dominated by one of four shades. Yellow and blue-heavy images were used as the control: these depicted neutral objects, like staplers or a screwdriver. Red and green photographs, however, were deliberately skewed. Half the participants saw red images that should have evoked positive memories, such as juicy strawberries or roses on Valentine's Day, while the green images they were shown were designed to disgust, such as slime or pond scum. The other half saw a set that reversed these associations: think red raw wounds versus green rolling hills or kiwi fruit.

Running the colour preference test again, Schloss and her team saw a change in preference. Volunteers' choices had shifted towards whatever colour had been positively emphasised while there was little decrease for the negative shade. The next day, she brought them back and ran the tests again, to see whether that preference endured overnight - it didn't. The shift induced by the experiment appear to have been over-ridden by the colours participants experienced out in the real world, according to Schloss.

"It tells us that our experiences with the world are constantly influencing the way we view and interpret it," Schloss says. "Think of colour preferences as a summary of your experiences with that colour: your regular daily experiences in the world influence that judgement."

Schloss's work on colour preferences may also inadvertently go some way to explain blue's position as such a widespread favourite. Blue's reign has continued uninterrupted since the earliest recorded colour studies, which took place in the 1800s. And most of our experience with the colour are likely to be positive, like idyllic oceans or clear skies ("having the blues" is an idiom restricted to English). In the same vein, her work also offers a clue for why that muddy brown colour is so reviled, associated as it is with biological waste or rotting foods. For a brief period each year, though, this shade finds favour, largely thanks to changes that occur in the natural world.

Perhaps surprisingly, our preference for colour changes as we get older, largely due to our experiences in the world around us (Credit: Melpomenem/Getty Images)

In an experiment intended, at least in part, to unpack whether favourite colours were a static component of someone's identity, Schloss and her team asked volunteers in New England to track their colour likes and dislikes weekly during the course of the four seasons of year. Their opinions seemed directly influenced by nature, with likes or dislikes rising and falling in sync with nature's palette. "As the colours of the environment were changing, their preferences were increasing," she says. The greatest uptick came in autumn, when warm colours - think dark red and orange - earned heightened plaudits, before tumbling at the same time as the leaves.

Asked to speculate as to why autumn saw such a surge, she suggests two explanations. First, the area where she conducted that research is famed for its autumnal displays - leaf-peeping is a tourism staple in New England - so volunteers might have been primed for that preference. More intriguingly, though, she also believes that there's an evolutionary aspect in play - the sharpness of contrast. "It's fascinating to speculate perhaps it's because it's kind of quick, this rapid, dramatic change to the environment - so fast, and then it's gone. Winter is a lot of white and brown, but we're not outside as much to see it."

The environment we live in nudges our colour preference in other ways too. Another study Schloss conducted looked at students at University of California-Berkeley and Stanford, showing that the varsity colours of a college influenced the hues they picked as favourites. The more a student said they endorsed and embraced the values and spirit of the school, the higher that preference rose.

It's easy to assume that the ecological valence theory would need time to take hold, for us to embed those social cues in the world we see. But experimental psychologist Domicele Jonauskaite says that's wrong. She studies the cognitive and affective connotations of colour at the University of Lausanne, Switzerland, and has looked at how boys and girls view blue and pink - they articulate, and demonstrate, learned colour preference at a young age.

Girls' love of pink forms on a bell curve, peaking at early school age - around five or six - before dropping off by the time they're teenagers. "But the boys avoid pink from an early age, at least five or so. They think 'I can like any colour - just not pink'. It's really rebellious for a boy to like pink," she says. "And among adult men, it's hard to find someone who'll say, 'pink is my favourite'."

Some researchers in the past have proposed that this particular colour preference, anchored in gender, is evolutionary: women were the gatherers in hunter-gathering societies, that theory goes, and would therefore need a preference for colours associated with berries. That's utter rubbish, says Jonauskaite, who cites several recent papers looking at colour preference in non-globalised cultures - villages in the Peruvian Amazon, for example, and a foraging group in the northern reaches of the Republic of Congo. None of their female children displayed a preference for pink. "In order to have this preference, or dislike, for boys, that aversion needs to have a coding of social identity," she says. In fact, pink was seen as a stereotypically male colour prior to the 1920s and only became associated with girls midway through the 20th Century. ( Read more about the pink-blue gender preference myth.)

Even the youngest children can perceive, and rank, colour, suggests Alice Skelton, who helps run the Sussex Colour Group & Baby Lab, at the University of Sussex in the UK. Her particular area of interest is in babies and children, aiming better to understand how early preferences in colour translate into aesthetic preferences later in life. " It's a big misconception that babies can't see colour from birth - they can," she says, noting that the eye's development is uneven. The receptors which perceive greens and reds are more mature at birth than those which process blues and yellows, so intense reds, in particular register most easily in newborns.

If your choice of colour makes you stand out from the crowd, it could say something about how sensation seeking you are (Credit: Alamy)

The ecological valence idea - that we yoke meanings onto colours from the objects we encounter in the world - holds true even among the youngest. "Children will only pay attention to colour when it has a function associated with it. They won't really pay attention to colour unless they learn something from that," Skelton says.

Imagine there are two bottles. One is green, the other is pink. The green-coloured bottle contains tasty liquid, the pink one is a sour mix. Children will note, and remember, those colours, because recognising their difference provides a cognitive bonus. "It's like a ripe banana - colour is a useful cue to some property of an object," says Skelton.

That ripe banana, of course, could be a yellowish-brown, the same shade that squeamish adults tend to shun in laboratory tests. Skelton offers solace to anyone whose colour preference doesn't fit the domineering rule of blue. Those drawn to unpopular shades could be products of a particular period, cherishing positive memories from their childhood - think 1970s babies snuggling on bouclé brown sofas. But there's another intriguing possibility. Most humans are drawn to visual harmony, pleasure, and to easy sensations evoked by often-positive blue.

"It might be that while some are trying to achieve homeostasis, other people are sensation seekers, much like people are larks and night owls," she says. "Think about artists, whose main job is to look for stuff that challenges their visual system or aesthetic preference."

They're the ones, doubtless, who didn't reach for the blue crayon.

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Why your favourite colour is probably blue

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In 1993, crayon-maker Crayola conducted an unscientific, but intriguing poll: it asked US children to name their favourite crayon colour. Most chose a fairly standard blue, but three other blue shades also made the top 10 list. Seven years later, the firm repeated its experiment.

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Science suggests that words aren't strictly necessary for reasoning.

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Humans have been expressing thoughts with language for tens (or perhaps hundreds) of thousands of years. It's a hallmark of our species - so much so that scientists once speculated that the capacity for language was the key difference between us and other animals. And we've been wondering about each other's thoughts for as long as we could talk about them.

"The 'penny for your thoughts' kind of question is, I think, as old as humanity," Russell Hurlburt, a research psychologist at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas who studies how people formulate thoughts, told Live Science. But how do scientists study the relationship between thought and language? And is it possible to think without words?

The answer, surprisingly, is yes, several decades of research has found. Hurlburt's studies, for instance, have shown that some people do not have an inner monologue - meaning they don't talk to themselves in their heads, Live Science previously reported. And other research shows that people don't use the language regions of their brain when working on wordless logic problems.

For decades, however, scientists thought the answer was no - that intelligent thought was intertwined with our ability to form sentences.

"One prominent claim is that language basically came about to allow us to think more complex thoughts," Evelina Fedorenko, a neuroscientist and researcher at MIT's McGovern Institute, told Live Science. This idea was championed by legendary linguists like Noam Chomsky and Jerry Fodor in the mid-20th century, but it has begun to fall out of favor in more recent years, Scientific American (opens in new tab) reported.

New evidence has prompted researchers to reconsider their old assumptions about how we think and what role language plays in the process.

"Unsymbolized thinking" is a type of cognitive process that occurs without the use of words. Hurlburt and a colleague coined the term in 2008 in the journal Consciousness and Cognition, after conducting decades of research to verify that it was a real phenomenon, Hurlburt said.

Studying language and cognition is notoriously difficult, partly because it's really hard to describe. "People use the same words to describe very different inner experiences," Hurlburt said. For example, someone might use similar words to recount a visual thought about a parade of pink elephants as they would to describe their non-visual, pink elephant-centric inner monologue.

Another issue is that it can be tough to recognize language-free thought in the first place. "Most people don't know that they engage in unsymbolized thinking," Hurlburt said, "even people who engage in it frequently."

And because people are so trapped in our own thoughts and can't directly access the minds of others, it can be tempting to assume that the thought processes that go on inside our own heads are universal.

However, some labs, like Fedorenko's, are developing better ways to observe and measure the connection between language and thought. Modern technologies like functional magnetic resonance imaging (fMRI) and microscopy give researchers a pretty good picture of which parts of the human brain correspond to different functions; for example, scientists now know that the cerebellum controls balance and posture, while the occipital lobe handles most visual processing. And within these broader lobes, neuroscientists have been able to approximate and map more specific functional regions associated with things like long-term memory, spatial reasoning and speech.

Fedorenko's research takes such brain maps into account and adds an active component.

"If language is critical for reasoning, then there should be some overlap in neural resources when you engage in reasoning," she hypothesized. In other words, if language is essential for thinking, brain regions associated with language processing should light up whenever someone uses logic to figure out a problem.

To test this claim, she and her team conducted a study in which they gave participants a word-free logic problem to solve, such as a sudoku puzzle or a bit of algebra. Then, the researchers scanned these folks' brains using an fMRI machine as they worked out the puzzle. The researchers found that the regions of the participants' brains associated with language did not light up as they solved the problems; in other words, they were reasoning without words.

Research like Fedorenko's, Hurlburt's and others show that language is not essential for human cognition, which is a particularly important finding for understanding certain neurological conditions, such as . "You can kind of take away the language system, and a lot of the reasoning can proceed just fine," Fedorenko said. However, "that's not to say that it wouldn't be easier with language," she noted.
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Making the safari industry work for Africans.

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Although it earns Africa more than $29 billion a year, the safari industry is constantly accused of undermining the interests of indigenous people and denying them commercial benefits from the trade. It’s also said to impede conservation.

So what’s the answer? One option is the ethical safari, which places the needs of indigenous people and locals at the center of the industry. But what does going on an ethical safari look like and how can one actively begin to work towards it?

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Kenya 2022: Beyond Safari Postcards Lies Colonial-Era Land Grabs

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Caleb Okereke: “False ownership presented to indigenous communities has propped up Kenya’s safari industry, where locals are promised a share of tourism revenue, even though this is not often the case. In this Africa Report analysis, the dynamics of power imbalances are made clear, as well as the nexus between big tourism and colonialism. I got to discover who gets to sit at the safari table and why.”

Tanzania, Siding With UAE Firm, Plans to Evict Maasai From Ancestral Lands

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CO: “Understanding the displacement crisis by big and typically Western tourist companies begins with a comprehension of the intentionality behind this expulsion. None of it is by accident and this piece illuminates that intention clearly. Boot locals out and create a space for trophy hunting/elite tourism. Then rinse and repeat.”

Do Safari Companies Really Want African Travelers?

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CO: “For many Africans like myself who have travelled within the continent, there’s usually a feeling that these experiences are not intended for us. This piece puts those doubts we have to the test, and the answer to the question it poses is ‘with certain conditions.’ But I also believe that there can be a way forward, progressing to a Yes, these safari companies do want African travelers.”

The Unspoken Scourge of Racism in Kenyan Tourist Hotels

David Ochami
Standard Media Kenya

CO: “What’s better than speculation? An investigation. Or something close. Tourist hotels in Kenya and I daresay across East Africa are not essentially intended for locals or Africans in general. We know it, but this piece substantiates our suspicions. From examining policies to even entry barriers, I truly feel seen and very thankful for the writer, David Ochami.”

How Ethical Are Animal Safaris Really?

Ella Alexander
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CO: “Still speaking on conservation, I found this to be a very helpful piece to learn about how safari tourism is particularly and rudimentarily harmful to animals, how to navigate the ethics around that harm and the world of difference that comprehension in this light can make.“

Safaris Need to Become More Diverse—and Now Is the Time

Jennifer Flowers
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CO: “Messaging and advertising have been a focal point for how safari tourism has skewed towards white and Western travelers. This piece questions why this is the case, zeros on the Black travel movement, and by doing so, infers certain solutions.”

Are ‘Village Visits’ the New ‘Human Zoos?’

Meg Butler
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CO: “While this article is not about safari tourism necessarily, the writer when examining the possible lines of consent in indigenous village visits asks questions that are applicable in this instance. Can there be consent when you’re visiting a village that the villagers have not invited you to? And can you have an exchange when only one side has the agency to give their input?”

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Caleb Okereke is a Nigerian journalist and the Co-Founder and Managing Editor at Minority Africa, a digital publication covering minority rights from across Africa. As an independent journalist, he’s reported from East and Western Africa for CNN, BBC, Al Jazeera, The Guardian, NPR, VICE News, and the AFP. He has also worked as a correspondent for Heidi News.

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At the outbreak of WWII, a private poodle breeder and her dog show pals launch an outlandish scheme to recruit and train thousands of pets for war duty. In the face of military skepticism and confronting the carnage of war a new kind of hero emerges.

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The line of 250 men filed off the beach and into the twilight world of the jungle. The enemy lay concealed ahead, they could be sure. They followed an unlikely leader: A black and tan Doberman that betrayed no sense of the danger of the situation.

Some of the men bristled at the arrangement.

This was to save them all from enemy fire? The canine was a ruined show dog. To make matters worse, the platoon's backup was a German shepherd who months before had been roaming the streets of the Bronx with the three boys who owned him. The company commander didn't like the setup one bit. They had to make it to the junction of the Piva and Numa-Numa Trails as fast as possible, all while chaperoning a cadre of untested dogs into combat.

But the commander had his orders. He motioned for the quiet, red-headed private in charge of the canine scout, PFC Robert E. Lansley from the 1st Marine War Dog Platoon, to take his position on point with the Doberman, named Andy, in the lead. At the rear, PFC Rufus Mayo, an Alabama boy who raised hunting dogs before the war, took the shepherd, named Caesar, on a leash. Since walkie talkies weren't working well in the dense vegetation and phone lines couldn't be strung until the area was secure, Caesar would, theoretically, serve as their lifeline, running messages hidden in a little metal pipe secured around his neck to regimental headquarters. That is, if he could find his way back, avoid sniper fire, and keep himself from chasing a wild pig off into the bush.

As they moved up the trail following the Piva River, they heard gunfire and artillery in the distance as the rest of the Second Marine Raider Battalion fought to secure the shores of Empress Augusta Bay. It was the beginning of the assault on Bougainville, a speck of land among the Solomon Islands in the South Pacific. Allied forces needed to capture a safe zone large enough to build an airfield that could handle fighter escorts and light bombers for an eventual attack on the nearby island of New Britain, the final Japanese stronghold in the region. From there, the effort to subdue Rabaul, Japan's equivalent of Pearl Harbor, would begin in earnest, allowing Allied forces to hop from island to island and get within bombing range of Japan itself.

The campaign in the Pacific depended on the Allies in Bougainville. For the Marines marching blindly into the dense, enemy-occupied jungle, the future depended on dogs who were never supposed to have been part of the war in the first place.

Alene Erlanger could not tolerate a moment of boredom. She filled up most of her anxious moments in the company of animals. The 46-year-old socialite owned Woodside Stud, one of the best thoroughbred racehorse stables in the country, near her estate in Elberon, New Jersey. She kept a custom-built aviary stocked with squawking tropical birds - one of the most extensive private collections around. But her true passion was poodles. As owner of Pillicoc Kennels, she was one of the first people in the United States to breed the then-exotic poodle. In 1937, her black standard poodle, Rumpelstiltskin, won the American Kennel Club's Best in Show award and took the Sporting Breed title at the Westminster Dog show.

The bombing of Pearl Harbor gripped the country. As the hulks of American battleships still smoldered in waters off Oahu, Erlanger dialed up her friend Roland Kilbon, a journalist who covered the dog world, and invited the veteran news reporter to lunch. "Other countries have used dogs in their armies for years and ours have not," she told Kilbon over a lavish spread. "They've got to do it. Just think what dogs can do guarding forts, munitions plants, and such."

Kilbon agreed, and the two hatched a plan to approach the Professional Handler's Association, a well-respected organization in the dog world. They had in mind a new organization: Dogs for Defense.

A who's who of the dog world immediately joined its ranks. Harry I. Caesar, a banker and head of the American Kennel Club, volunteered to serve as president. Artist Felicien Philippe, former head of the Italian State Game Preserve who fled Mussolini's fascist regime, came on board and provided insight into how Axis war dogs were trained. Henry Stoecker, Erlanger's talented trainer at Pillicoc, joined the team and later the military as a dog trainer. Other prominent women in the dog world volunteered for the cause as well, including Charlotte Hayes Blake Hoyt, Erlanger's poodle-breeding socialite rival, and Dorothy Long, a student who rebelled against Vassar College's no-dogs-on-campus rule by bringing her border collie, Puck, to classes with her daily. Their goal was to show the chops of the average American dog by training them up en masse to serve the war effort.

They were promptly stonewalled. At the outset of World War II, the United States Army had just a handful of sled dogs used to patrol remote stretches of Alaska. Otherwise, the Army wanted nothing to do with dogs or animals of any sort. The Quartermaster's office was only too happy to put the menagerie of war animals it once cared for behind it. Jeeps replaced horses, trucks took the place of pack mules, and radios made carrier pigeons obsolete. Even the beloved casualty dogs, which brought medical supplies to men wounded in the field and stayed by their side until a medic arrived during World War I, were considered quaint in the era of Sherman tanks.

But that wasn't a sentiment shared by everyone. At the outbreak of World War II, the Germans had an estimated 200,000 highly trained dogs trotting at the heels of their armies. They even sent 25,000 trained sentries to the Japanese military. The usefulness of the German K-9 units had quickly convinced the British and French to establish their own war dog programs in the early 1940s. Uncle Sam was the holdout.

The position of the nation's military commanders was at odds with a growing national pastime: the U.S. was in the midst of a dog-obedience craze. Before the 1930s, show dogs were judged purely on physical traits like bone structure and coat sheen. But by the outbreak of World War II, 402 obedience training clubs, one in any city of respectable size, had popped up around the country, with thousands of pet owners drilling their dogs in sitting and staying, jumping, retrieving, leaping through hoops, running across balance beams, and performing all sorts of choreographed routines. In a sense, the dogs were being put through boot camp.

In modern obedience, dogs were often commanded using silent hand signals. They could be directed to retrieve specific items, and they could discriminate between the scent of their handler and strangers. With a little imagination, dog fanciers around the country could be seen as drill sergeants grooming a new kind of warrior for a new war.

Erlanger was passionate, but opportunities came slowly at first. Then, in June 1942, in misty fog along the coast of Long Island, four German saboteurs beached their rubber raft and came ashore carrying high explosives, detonators, and timers, along with wallets full of U.S. dollars. Around the same time, a German U-boat surfaced off the coast of Florida and four more would-be saboteurs rowed ashore.

The FBI tracked down all eight invaders and ultimately executed six as spies, but the incidents spooked the popular imagination and raised awareness of how vulnerable munitions factories and other high value operations were. Facing a shortage of men due to the war, the government needed some expedient way to patrol 3,700 miles of unguarded coastline.

Reluctantly, Uncle Sam realized it needed dogs - and it needed them fast.

Caesar, a purebred German Shepherd, was beloved by his owners. A couple years before the war, three young adult brothers, sons of a junk dealer from Poland who emigrated to the Bronx - Max, Morris, and Irving Glazer - decided to pool sixty dollars - $950 in today's money - to buy a dog like the German shepherd they'd had as kids. The brothers were picky. Every Sunday for three months they toured Long Island and Westchester County looking at puppies. None were ever good enough. Their ears were crooked, their coat had strange markings, they were scrawny.

When they found nine-week old Caesar von Steuben at a kennel on Long Island, though, none of the brothers could object. Irving told a reporter during the war, "He just stood out as the best in the litter."

Caesar was big, even for a German shepherd, with a black-and-gray coat and a graceful stride. And Caesar was smart. The boys trained him to sit, fetch, shake hands, and stay, all the classic obedience skills. But his most impressive skill was delivering items to their intended recipient. The brothers could buy a parcel at the grocery store or butcher shop, give it to Caesar, and tell him to "take it to mom." The dog would gingerly carry the package through the city blocks and take it to the door of the Glazers' fourth-floor walkup without stopping and without trying to eat the contents - even steak.

When the war broke out, the Glazer sons headed into the military one by one, leaving the dog in their mother's care. Caesar's whole world had been his adoring human family, but now the boys were away from home. Mrs. Glazer, worried that taking care of the big dog would be too much for her and perhaps noticing Caesar's morose demeanor, consulted with her sons and then signed the shepherd up for the war effort. He soon shipped out to the Army camp at Fort Robinson for training, where perhaps he would find some use with a new wartime family. No one could have anticipated just how great an impact he would have.

Across Long Island, not so far from where the Glazers had found Caesar, a man named Joseph Verhaeghe was making his own painful decision. He wondered if he should donate the dog his own son loved so much to Dog's for Defense. Verhaeghe was a painter and decorator from Floral Park, Long Island. As a teenager during World War I, his family fled the German invasion of Belgium in a small boat, hoping to make it across the North Sea to England. German artillery opened fire on the craft and his infant sister was killed in his mother's arms.

As a grown man, he moved to the United States, married, and had a son named Bobby. When war broke out again, Verhaeghe's family members found themselves living once more under German terror. Verhaeghe was determined to join up to fight for his family, but his perforated eardrum got him nixed from the SeaBees, the Naval Construction Battalion. The Merchant Marine passed on him, too. Verhaeghe even took the desperate measure of traveling to Canada to join up, but he was ruled 4F there as well.

When he learned about Dogs for Defense, desperate for some way to contribute, he decided to enlist Jack, the family's Belgian Shepherd, a slinky relative of the German Shepherd. Jack was a good boy with an ornery streak who gulped down the ice cream of neighborhood children when they weren't looking. Verhaeghe hesitated to send the dog off until his 11-year-old son Bobby announced through tears, "Pop, if Jack can save lives, I want him to go in." And so, like Caesar, Jack went off to war.

Meanwhile, a prim Doberman named Andreas von Wiede-Hurst - also known as Gentleman Jim to some, and just plain "Andy" to most - was about to join the war effort as well.

Andy was one of the most perfect male Dobermans seen in the United States, but his penchant for scrapping with other dogs led to a mangled ear, which kept him off the show dog circuit before his career even began. It was a blessing in disguise. With his impeccable bone structure and even temperament (at least around humans), Andy enjoyed a robust career propagating his genes within the elite Doberman community.

But when the Marines began looking for dog recruits, and especially Dobermans, Andy's owners knew he was exactly what they were seeking - a strong, athletic, level-headed animal with an 8-foot leap. He would soon have to prove he was more than a pretty face.

Erlanger had a talent for attracting the interest of well-heeled and quirky personalities. Hollywood celebrity Greer Garson gave Dogs for Defense herprized poodle, Clicquot. Rudy Vallee, a popular singer and one of the first teen idols, enlisted his Doberman Pinscher, King. Ezio Pinza, a singer with the Metropolitan Opera, donated his two Dalmatians along with an album of his singing, instructing the handlers to play the record for them if they got lonely since they were used to him singing around the house. Motivated by a desire to help, dogs arrived from all corners of the country.

The harder part was assessing the dogs and getting them into the hands of the military. It took over 1,000 people, all unpaid volunteers, to make the war dog program work. At induction, each dog was given an identification tattoo in the ear and housed in an individual kennel. Rations were a half pound of cooked horsemeat, ¾ pound raw horse meat ground up with the bones, a half-pound of cornmeal gruel cooked in horsemeat broth, and a half pound of commercial dog food, supplemented with salt equivalent to 1 percent.

All dogs went through a two-week basic training, where they learned commonplace commands like sit, stay, and come, as well as skills specific to their new roles, like how to ride in the back of trucks on bumpy roads. They were also exposed to gunfire until they didn't flinch. The vast majority became sentry dogs and were taught to growl or alert at the approach of strangers during an eight-week course. The dogs were taught to attack if need be, though the Army didn't train pure attack dogs.

Two more select classes of dogs trained for combat duty. Over 13 weeks, messenger dogs were drilled until they would run between two handlers, dodging all obstacles in their path to get their communication from one trainer to the other. They would be especially important in fighting in the South Pacific as the best walkie talkies of the day - known then as the "handie-talkie" - had a reception range of just a quarter of a mile and experienced interference problems in the dense jungle.

The animals with the keenest noses and most stable temperaments became scout dogs. They, too, were drilled day and night, trained not to bark when they sensed a stranger nearby but to raise their hackles, lift their tail, or perform some other silent sign that danger was afoot.

As the Marines readied to head into deep jungles on steamy Pacific Islands where the enemy would be dug in and camouflaged in the dense vegetation, dogs began to seem like a viable and even necessary tool of war. But they remained untested and, to many of the men whose lives hung in the balance, untrusted.

In June 1943, a Liberty Ship left San Diego carrying thousands of Marines to the South Pacific - including the 24 dogs and 48 handlers of the 1st War Dog Platoon.

Gordon Wortman and Paul Castracane from Cohoes, New York, handled Jack. Castracane resembled Burt Lancaster and Wortman Frank Sinatra. As it turned out, Jack reminded them of a famous star as well. From the beginning Wortman was proud of the dog, whom he believed was one of the smartest in the platoon. "Jack is really a second Rin-Tin-Tin. Boy, is he coming swell!" he wrote to his parents before landing in Bougainville. "However I think that the officers here have too big ideas for Jack and me to carry out. We'll surely do our best, though."

Young Rufus Mayo, an Alabamian who had raised hunting dogs, and Johnny Kleeman, a seventeen-year-old from Philadelphia, handled Caesar. And Andy, the strapping Doberman, found a brave handler in Robert Lansley, a redhead who had already earned the nickname "Daredevil" for his eagerness to participate in combat.

For the three-week journey on the Liberty Ship, the handlers and canines lived in their own segregated village of dog huts and peeing posts placed on deck. Most days, they endured catcalls from veteran Marine Raiders. Despite the torment, Lansley nurtured real pride for Andy. He wrote to his wife, "He's a Doberman of about two years. He's black and brown and stands almost to my hips in height. His nature is really gentle, but when told to do so he'll rip a man apart! The expression on his face is really human... He is a perfect gentleman in every respect, and he's also rated among us fellows as the best dog in the field." Andy's second handler was Jack Mahoney, an eighteen-year-old who had given up a position at Colby College to do his part in the war.

Clyde Henderson, a chemistry teacher from Ohio and a Doberman breeder who was in charge of the platoon, also endured the dismissal and ire of many of the Marines on the ship. One officer looked at the dogs' healthy, shiny coats and asked in all seriousness if the dogs were going to a show. Henderson had to explain that the animals were intended for combat. "Everyone looked on us as a curiosity and wondered what we were supposed to do," he remembered. "We weren't too sure ourselves."

As the Marines approached Bougainville, the dog handlers began to worry. Would the animals go nuts and forget their training under heavy fire, as some critics thought? Would they all be so shell-shocked they couldn't work? The American forces would confront members of the notorious 6th Division of Imperial Japanese Army infantrymen, led by lieutenant general Masatane Kanda. In the Second Sino-Japanese War, Kanda participated in the Rape of Nanking, where Japanese soldiers murdered up to 300,000 Chinese civilians. On top of this, jungle fighting was still a new proposition for the Marines. The only chance they had to get out of this alive was to keep morale high and stay disciplined. As waves crashed against the side of the ship and they stared into the expanse of the ocean, these seemed like meager protection. Adrenaline coursed as they steeled themselves to confront vicious opposition.

Dogs and men huddled aboard three Higgins landing craft on the morning of November 1, 1943. Mortar shells rained down on them, almost capsizing one of the boats. They rushed onto the beach, dodging enemy fire on the way to the tree line. Thousands of landing boats had ferried 14,000 Allied troops and 6,200 tons of equipment from U.S. Navy attack transports toward the Bay at sunrise that morning, surprising the 45,000 Japanese troops dug into the foothills of Bougainville. It wouldn't be long, however, before the Japanese organized a counterattack.

Mere hours after landing, Andy the scout dog and Caesar the messenger dog were called up for their first major assignment. The men and animals of the 1st War Dog Platoon would be operating outside the normal Marine hierarchy, available to any company or platoon that wanted assistance heading into the dense jungle. They were the ultimate specialty players in the operation, and they resolved to go wherever they could to save American lives and secure the perimeter.

The Marines needed to control the area surrounding the two main trails running through Bougainville: the Piva and Numa-Numa Trails on the beachhead's northern flank. These trails were no more than foot paths, but they represented the most developed roads on that part of the island. Japanese soldiers riddled the dense forest surrounding them. Pillboxes with crisscrossing machine guns dotted the trails and snipers, painted green and strapped high into trees, waited patiently for Marine patrols to make it into their gunsights. The Japanese soldiers often dug holes six or seven feet deep into the ground and fired on approaching soldiers from below. They were experts at camouflage, and the inexperienced Americans' vision would be obscured by dense vegetation and smoke from artillery and guns.

The dogs needed to give the troops the heightened senses they lacked. They would also need to carry information back and forth from the command post to the field. But even their biggest advocates worried that the dog project might fail in real combat. If the island could not be secured and the mission failed, a revitalized Japan could take the offensive in the South Pacific and wreak havoc on the Allies. The war dogs had their work cut out for them.

The temperature hung around ninety degrees Fahrenheit, the humidity about ninety percent. Light rain came and went. Lansley, the redhead "daredevil," felt his heart beating in his chest, and the tan canvas leggings beneath his green dungaree uniform stuck to his skin. He clutched an M1 rifle and felt the eighty rounds of ammunition for it hanging from his belt, where a Kabar sword also hung. He even had grenades in his pocket. And he would use it all.

Lansley conferred with his pal and fellow handler, Mahoney, and grabbed Andy's leash. Around him, the men of M Company prepared to head into the jungle, rooting out enemy soldiers to advance the beachhead. Lansley volunteered to lead them. The company commander agreed, and Lansley and Mahoney jogged ahead with Andy.

The 250 Marines filed off the beach, following Andy into the jungle. As one of the few scout dogs who worked off-leash, the Doberman seemed happy to follow the thin dirt track into the unknown. Trailing the dog, the Marines hacked fronds and trees to widen the path. Already, sweat dripped down the bridge of Lansley's nose. He looked at the men behind him. Really, they were all kids, most about twenty years old. Some sported mustaches in various degrees of success to hide their youth, but the bewilderment in their eyes gave it away. The faint tic-tic-tic-tic of the Japanese machine guns continued somewhere in the distance.

The men watched closely as the dog paced down the path, leading them deeper into the green wilderness. When eager Andy got too far ahead, Lansley made a low cluck and the Doberman pattered his way back to his side. About 400 yards up the trail, Andy halted. He turned his head slowly to the left, then to the right, signaling some disturbance. Lansley made a gesture for M Company to halt. For a breathless moment the Marines, many of whom were experiencing combat for the first time, squatted down, fingers on the triggers of their rifles, their hearts in their throats. They waited. Silence. Finally, Andy relaxed. The commander looked bewildered. Why was the dog alerting them for nothing? Lansley said it was probably just a wild boar nosing in the undergrowth. The commander's confidence in the dog, already suspect, seemed shaken. M company pushed on, picking up the pace.

Another 150 yards up the trail, Andy stopped again. Lansley and Mahoney flanked him. The lines of men stood 25 yards back, wondering if they weren't leaving themselves exposed as part of some doomed experiment. Andy perked up his good ear and let out a low growl, pointing his muzzle slightly to the right. Lansley squatted down and patted the dog. He could feel the tension in Andy's muscles and held him close so he didn't bolt into the brush to do the job himself.

"Well, this is it," Lansley told his fellow Marines. "There's a sniper back there, probably about 75 yards."

The patrol leader reserved some doubt, but the dog didn't relax this time. He sent Lansley and Mahoney forward with their guns. Then, in the distance they saw what Andy had: two camouflaged machine gun nests, manned by the enemy. They unleashed a spray of gunfire, which was returned. Andy, according to his training, hung back and crouched out of the way of the fire fight. M Company men hit the ground as shrapnel flew overhead. The air filled with smoke and dust and the rumble of machine guns - the Americans' clack-clack-clack and the Japanese's tic-tic-tic. Lansley held his gun with a death grip, every muscle in his body contracting until he shook. When he lost what little visibility he had, he tossed two grenades toward the Japanese. Their explosions rocked the earth. Silence fell.

Dazed, the men continued forward. The two machine gun nests were completely wiped out. The Americans had all survived. They found eight dead Japanese soldiers, including a sniper slumped where he was buckled to a tree trunk. As the inexperienced Marines soon learned, a Japanese sniper buckled himself to a tree so that if shot and killed his body might trick American soldiers to take shots at what appeared to be a living sniper, wasting valuable ammunition and potentially exposing their position. The men of M Company realized that the next few weeks would be the most perverse they had ever experienced - if they survived. Suddenly, they were very glad they had the dogs.

Progress through the island came in inches, not miles, but M Company advanced farther into the island than any other American patrol that day, and with no casualties, thanks to Andy. As darkness fell and the possibility of a Japanese attack began to feel real, the Marines of M Company offered to dig shelter for Andy, Lansley, and Mahoney in appreciation of their service, and to keep the dogs and their keen senses as close as possible. Andy slept beside Lansley in a foxhole covered with palm fronds. The men were forbidden to so much as strike a match, lest the light give them away. In the pitch-black jungle, Lansley could only look to the stars. He heard what sounded like the whine of an old washing machine above: a Japanese bomber trying to unload on the island. The American's anti-aircraft artillery took shots at it, creating a fireworks display unlike any ever seen on the Fourth of July. Many of the sleepless men found it peaceful.

That night, elsewhere in the company, Rufus Mayo, the Alabama bird-dog trainer, heard Caesar, the German Shepherd messenger, spring up. In the dark, Mayo saw a black grenade laying at their feet. Adrenaline flooded his body.

On instinct, Mayo tossed it back outside and braced for the blow. After the explosion he lay still, heart beating. Should he lie still or prepare for ambush? Around him, the other men were quiet, though the chirping, croaking sounds of nocturnal creatures soon resumed. Better to stay put for now, it seemed. Mayo was afraid, but having Caesar's wet nose pressed against his hand brought a touch of familiarity to this horrendous place. Caesar was Mayo's only immediate reminder of the joy and comforts of life back home, and his only sense of safety, a literal lifeline. Mayo stroked the dog in thanks, and to calm his own nerves. He fell into fitful sleep until dawn, when he awoke dead tired.

In the morning light, the Marines found eight more dead Japanese soldiers where Mayo had tossed the grenade. The men got chocolate bars out of their packs, bayoneted pieces of it, put the pieces in canteens and heated the canteens over weak fires to make Marine hot chocolate. Today, M Company would build on the progress made breaching the jungle the day before. Leadership also believed it would be most efficient for the men to string a phone line from base up the Piva Trail, through the territory they had secured. The plan made good sense in an officer's tent, but on the ground it proved impossible. As soon as the men strung the phone line, camouflaged Japanese soldiers crept along the jungle floor and slashed it with knives. The Marines had valued technology over canine prowess, but once again the dogs had a chance to show their value.

While Andy scouted out snipers, Caesar the German Shepherd became the fastest means of communication among the Marines. He quickly earned the distinction of carrying the first war dog message in actual combat. The men pressed forward, inch by painstaking inch in the jungle, while the dog zipped between the forward position and command post. Until then, the Japanese fired only upon the men, but when they realized canine messengers also conspired against them, they took shots at dogs. Though the hours seemed to crawl as slowly as the line of Marines advancing under pressure, Caesar raced through the day with the work the company gave him to do. Mayo would attach messages about the company's progress to Caesar's collar and send him back to Kleeman. Despite Mayo advancing, Caesar always found him again and seemed ready for the next task. When the Marines recovered some written plans from a dead Japanese officer, it was Caesar who raced with them to camp. He made nine runs the second day, with sniper fire trailing him each time.

Once again that night the Marines hunkered in and watched the light show in the sky. Far off in the jungle, they heard Japanese soldiers yelling, "Help! Help!" It was possible that they were truly wounded, but it was just as possible this was psychological warfare. Either way, the Japanese were very close. The grenade incident fresh in everyone's minds, ambush seemed imminent.

Caesar growled with a new ferocity, scaring Mayo awake at dawn. No grenade this time. Mayo barely processed that Caesar was leaping out of the foxhole after something. The private peeked out. Japanese soldiers had infiltrated the camp. Caesar's ancient instincts kicked in. Messenger dog no more, he went on the attack to protect Mayo. Two Japanese soldiers were emerging from a copse of trees toward the foxhole and Caesar had gone out to intercept them. Mayo called for his beloved companion and then watched the dog falter, skitter sideways, and fall.

In the confusion, with Japanese soldiers overrunning the camp and Americans leaping out of foxholes to fight them off, Mayo lost track of Caesar. After the gunfire ceased, he found a trail of blood leading into the jungle. Plenty of human blood had just been shed, but Mayo had a feeling.As he followed the blood drops, he could only hope against hope it wasn't what he thought.Where the red line ended he found Caesar, still alive but bleeding out in the bushes just outside the battalion command post and barely conscious. Mayo dropped to the ground and hugged the dog gently, just liked the Glazer boys in the Bronx must have once they discovered him on Long Island. He had been just a pup in a crate when those three brothers pooled their whole life savings - sixty dollars - to bring him home and love him. And now eight thousand miles away, on some godforsaken island in the South Pacific, the silver-and-black shepherd offered his entire life to save the fourth boy he had come to love.

Three marines hacked down two lengths of bamboo and fastened a blanket between them to make a mobile hammock. A dozen Marines volunteered to carry Caesar's stretcher: a procession took Caesar, flanked by Mayo and Kleeman to the regimental first-aid station. The two dog handlers waited anxiously outside the tent while the surgeon operated. After 20 minutes, he appeared. He had removed a slug from Caesar's hip, but the other bullet in his shoulder was too close to his heart to chance it. The lead would remain, but he believed the gutsy dog would pull through. Caesar remained in sick bay recovering, with raiders sneaking him the best bits of their C-rations while the nurses weren't looking.

In the meantime, Jack, a Belgium shepherd who had left a young boy on Long Island to help the war effort, took up the dangerous post of messenger dog at the Piva Forks in Caesar's stead. His handlers, Castracane and Wortman, walked beside him into the gravest danger yet.

A few days later, Wortman and Jack were working the Piva roadblock with E Company, which had relieved M Company, when Japanese once again cut the phone line. A fast, savage attack soon followed. Wortman took a round to the leg, and a bullet also cut through the loose skin on Jack's back. The Marine lay there in agony. Jack also gushed blood, leaning against his handler and whimpering in pain, something Wortman had never heard him do.

As the Japanese tightened the noose, with no phone line and no radio to request reinforcements or medical aid, the wounded dog was the Marines' only hope. The commanding officer said to Wortman, "Your dog is the only one we can send. Do you think he can make it?"

The wounded Marine looked at his dog, pain clouding his normally intelligent eyes. "I think so, sir," he said. "He's got lots of guts." Wortman tucked a handwritten request for aid in Jack's collar pouch. He stroked the shepherd and whispered to him. "This is it, old boy. We're depending on you. Report to Paul!" Jack warily rose to his feet, then turned to look at Wortman. He turned his head toward the path, then, gaining a burst of strength, bolted out of camp. Automatic fire kicked up the dirt at Jack's heels as the dog zagged into the underbrush. Wortman and his commanding officer could only look on with amazement and hope.

It was a long dash through the jungle before the bedraggled dog, caked in blood and mud appeared at the feet of Castracane near headquarters. The Marine, aghast at the sight, urgently fished the message out of Jack's collar pouch. He had barely read the first words of the message when he bolted up and ran it to battalion command. Then he returned to carry Jack to the first aid tent.

After receiving the message, reinforcements fought their way up the trail and succeeded in stopping the Japanese attack. Wortman and other casualties were carried out on stretchers. For his bravery, Jack was made sergeant and in his logbook it was noted that he was recommended for a medal equivalent to a Purple Heart. Castracane also recommended him for a Silver Star. The military ruled that dogs could only receive written commendations. But to every Marine who made it out of the jungle that day Jack was a war hero of the highest order.

Andy, Caesar, Jack, and other dogs in the 1st platoon were cited for outstanding performance in a communiqué to Washington, which Alene Erlanger trumpeted proudly in an article in the Quartermaster's Journal, pointing out that no patrol with a dog on point had lost a man during the invasion. The dogs were all raised to the rank of Corporal, and letters of commendation were sent to their owners at home, most likely the first they'd heard of their dogs since they shipped out. The Glazer family got to beam with pride knowing that special pup their sons painstakingly raised turned into a hero, like the three boys themselves. Bobby Verhaeghe, then just about a teenager, could breathe a sigh and shed a few tears to celebrate that his boyhood dog, Jack, was alive and had indeed saved other lives, just as Bobby predicted. And the Doberman kennel in Pennsylvania read about the exploits of their former stud, Andreas von Wiede-Hurst - Gentleman Jim to some and just plain "Andy" to most, who had proved he was more than a pretty face after all.

Other Marine War Dog Platoons were instrumental in the Second Battle of Guam in July and August 1944. The animals worked over 450 missions on the island. The costs were heavy. Throughout the entire war, 29 Marine dogs were killed in action - a full 25 of them on that island. A National War Dog Cemetery on the U.S. Naval Base Guam honors them today.

The survivors of Bougainville, including Caesar and Jack, continued island hopping, scouting during missions in Saipan, Peleliu, Iwo Jima, and Okinawa along with newer platoons of Marine dogs. By that time, communications had improved enough that messenger dogs were phased out of service, and all dogs and their handlers worked as scouts ahead of their units.

The Marine dogs were eventually joined by eight platoons of Army War Dogs, which began deploying to the Pacific in late 1944. When the invasion of the Philippines began in earnest, the reputation of both Army and Marine war dogs in jungle fighting was so high there weren't enough detachments to go around for all the infantry that requested them.

In March 1945, Dogs for Defense stopped recruiting dogs for the military, turning that responsibility over to the Defense Department. Never again would the government recruit dogs from the public; it would breed and buy its own dogs for future wars. But the operation begun over a single lunch years before had been a success, and the American public and their dogs had answered the call when they were needed most. Despite some of her gripes about military bureaucracy, Alene Erlanger was awarded the Exceptional Civilian Service Award by the War Department, its highest civilian honor, for her work in bringing dogs into the military.

When the war in the Pacific finally ended in September 1945, the Marine Corps had to decide what to do with the 559 dogs remaining in its service. An order went out to euthanize the animals. The men who fought alongside them wouldn't hear of it. After being inundated with protests, the Marines agreed to de-train the dogs and return them to their owners.

After a long tour - during which they offered their lives, lost friends, and fought valiantly - the war dogs were going home.
JASON DALEY is a writer and editor specializing in the environment, science, and history. He is a columnist for Outside magazine and writes for Smithsonian.com, Sierra, Discover, and other national magazines. His work has been anthologized in The Best American Science and Nature Writing and noted in The Best American Travel Writing. He lives in Madison, Wisconsin.

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He is one of many academics who say the pandemic sparked a widespread re-evaluation of scientists’ careers and lifestyles. “Universities, spun up to full speed, expected the same and more” from struggling staff members, he says, who are now reassessing where their values lie. The demands add to long-standing discontent among early-career researchers, who must work longer and harder to successfully compete for a declining number of tenure-track or permanent posts at universities. And Jackson had another reason. He received what was, in his opinion, a racially insensitive e-mail that constituted harassment and alluded to using social media to police staff opinions, which, he says, was the last straw. Jackson filed a formal complaint and the University of Manchester responded: “The investigation has now concluded. We have made Professor Jackson aware of its findings as well as the recommendations and actions we will be taking forward as an institution.”

The level of unhappiness among academics was reflected in Nature’s 2021 annual careers survey. Mid-career researchers were consistently more dissatisfied than were either early- or late-career academics (see ‘Mid-career malcontent’). In the United Kingdom, pension cuts have worsened ongoing university-faculty strikes. Now, researchers in secure, long-term posts are quitting. “For mid-career individuals, it says something much more significant if they have got a mortgage, car and kids — and still are leaving,” Jackson adds.

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Nature’s 2021 salary and satisfaction survey offered a snapshot of the working conditions and quality of life of researchers around the world. The survey drew responses from more than 1,200 researchers who identified as mid-career, a stage of scientific life that comes with particular challenges and uncertainties. Taken together, the results help to explain why many mid-career researchers are rethinking their paths.

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Mid-career researchers often face duties and administrative tasks that go beyond the lab. In the survey, 34% of researchers at the mid-career stage said they were unhappy with the amount of time they have for research. Twenty-one per cent of early-career researchers and 28% of late-career researchers echoed that complaint.

Forty-one per cent of mid-career researchers — compared with 32% of early-career scientists — reported that organizational politics or bureaucracy frequently or always frustrated their efforts to do a good job. — Research by Chris Woolston.

Karen Kelsky has watched conditions in academia deteriorate in the 12 years since the cultural anthropologist left her post at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign to become a career coach. Grievances include a lack of support, increased workloads, micromanagement, increasing right-wing hostility towards academics and salaries that have not kept up with cost of living, says Kelsky, who is based in Eugene, Oregon, and wrote the 2015 academic-career guide The Professor is In. The pandemic set the stage for a mass exodus. “COVID-19 is the straw that broke the camels’ backs,” she says.

In early 2021, Kelsky, seeing a dramatic shift in discontent, started The Professor is Out, a private Facebook group for higher-education professionals to share advice and support for those who are leaving academia. It has grown to more than 20,000 members in the past year. “What’s wild is how many of them are tenured,” she says. “The overwhelming narrative is that people are happier once they leave academia.”

Christopher Jackson now works in scientific consulting after an academic career that spanned almost two decades. Credit: Thomas Angus, Imperial College London

Higher education has not escaped the ‘great resignation’ — the international wave of worker resignations that began in 2021, including a record 47 million US residents and 2 million UK adults, largely because of the consequences of the COVID-19 pandemic and stagnant wages. Nature spoke to more than a dozen scientists leaving academia, who describe toxic work environments, bullying and a lack of regard for their safety and well-being as factors in their decisions. A 2018 study predicted that higher education would lose half to two-thirds of its academic workforce to retirement, career burnout or job dissatisfaction within five years (T. Heffernan & A. Heffernan Prof. Dev. Educ. 45, 102–113; 2018). Established researchers might have the privilege to leave willingly, but many are unsure how their skills will translate to other sectors. Others who face systemic racism and sexism are finding themselves forced out, partly owing to structural biases. Their exits threaten progress on diversity, equity and inclusivity in the academic workforce.

Reasons for leaving

On 31 March, Caspar Addyman, a developmental psychologist who studies babies’ emotions at Goldsmiths, University of London, announced his resignation, effective in June, on Twitter. His resignation letter cites, what was in his opinion, faculty frustration with university mismanagement, which has culminated in “a massive vote of no confidence [in senior administrators], countless individual appeals and testimonies and unprecedented local strikes”. But it was the 38% cut to his pension that finally pushed him to leave.

“I could imagine spending the rest of my life figuring out why babies were happy, but after seven years, it became too hard to imagine doing this grind forever,” he says, referring to increasing administrative responsibilities and what he describes as an ever more regimented approach to teaching. Although being an academic felt like his identity, Addyman didn’t consider moving to a different institution. “Why stay in this world if it’s just going to be a slightly different version?” he asks.

Facing a hostile funding environment and rising costs, Goldsmiths has announced 20 staff cuts so far. A Goldsmiths spokesperson says: “We recognize how deeply upsetting and painful this period of change has been, and continues to be, for our community as we make some difficult decisions to ensure Goldsmiths has a sustainable future. We will continue to support and advise all those affected with comprehensive careers support.”

Similar workforce reductions have occurred in Australia, a country hard-hit by the loss of revenue from fees for international students, who could not enter the country owing to COVID-19 restrictions. By May 2021, one in five academic jobs in Australia had been cut. “Now, we’re seeing a lot of people look for work elsewhere, or retire if they can afford it,” says Lara McKenzie, an anthropologist who studies academic-workforce trends at the University of Western Australia in Perth. Those who remain lose trusted colleagues and don’t want to take on the massive workloads left behind, she adds.

Faced with a large pension cut, Caspar Addyman resigned from his academic post without a clear plan. Credit: Kerry Harrison

Naomi Tyrrell, a social-research consultant based in Barnstaple, UK, set up a Facebook support group in 2020 called AltAc Careers UK to help people transition out of academia. Before COVID-19, she says, the most visible exoduses were from biosciences, computing and medical sciences — disciplines with obvious research opportunities in the private sector. “That’s changing a bit. [Being overworked] is a key factor right now” for those in all disciplines who are planning to leave, she says. The shift towards the for-profit model of UK university management has also frustrated people. As student enrolment increases, so do precarious contract-based positions — as well as complaints from staff about being taken for granted. “I hear things like, ‘Nobody said thank you or asked if I was OK or how the university could support me,’” she says.

Jess Leveto, a sociologist at Kent State University in Ohio, hears similar grievances — particularly from academic mothers — in the United States. “For a long time, people invested in the ideal-worker mentality of ‘I’m going to produce as much as I can and show them I’m a good employee but the care wasn’t reciprocated,” she says.

Leveto has surveyed roughly 1,000 US university faculty members over the past two years to monitor how the pandemic affected career outlooks, but has not yet published the results. In 2021, she says, respondents were angry and frustrated because they felt universities were too eager to put them back into classrooms amid pandemic safety concerns.

Leveto started a Facebook group called PhD Mamas in 2015 as a support system for academic mothers. It had fewer than 1,500 members, for years. Now, it has roughly 12,000 — and a dedicated subgroup of more than 300 mothers exploring how to leave academia. Mothers in academia have had a stressful time: bogged down by childcare demands during the pandemic, many women’s careers suffered much more then men’s (M. I. Cardell et al. Ann. Am. Thorac. Soc. 17, 1366–1370; 2020).

Stacy, a psychology researcher at a US west-coast university who requested anonymity because she’s interviewing for industry jobs, tears up when explaining how she knew she wouldn’t become a full professor: “My productivity tanked trying to take care of a one-year-old during the early stages of the pandemic and quarantine, with no meaningful structural supports to offset the challenges.” She requested — but did not receive — a reduced teaching load, reduced time on university committees, teaching assistance and research support in the form of tuition breaks for graduate students.

In January 2022, she started sending out applications for industry positions that pay double her current salary. In some fields, such as hers, undergraduates and graduate students often receive no stipends. “My research happens because of free labour,” Stacy says, and she no longer wants to enable these conditions for the next generation of researchers.

Avoiding complicity in the inequities of academic training is contributing to mid-career researchers’ resignations, says Meredith Gibson, interim chief-executive of the Association of Women in Science, a Washington DC-based advocacy organization. She and Kelsky anticipate the wave of resignations will continue. “There are people who will take roughly 18 months to lay the groundwork to pivot,” Gibson says. “I don’t think it’s over.”

Pushed out by systemic bias

Women of colour interviewed by Nature, in particular, describe how systemic inequality leaves them struggling to attain job security. Mary, a cancer biologist at a high-profile private university in the northeastern United States, has fretted for months over her pending grant application at the US National Cancer Institute (NCI). If she doesn’t secure a major grant this year, she will have to leave her position.

Mary, who has asked for anonymity to protect her job prospects, blames structural bias and a lack of resources for holding her research back. In November 2008, she was hired for a chemical-engineering position at a public university in the southern United States; the role was created with funding available specifically for a qualified candidate from an under-represented background. But she was hired at the last minute who started alongside five others in the department, and she felt she was given inadequate lab space and no access to the equipment and mentoring she needed to secure NCI funding and tenure.

Nazzy Pakpour left academia for industry after being offered tenure but not a promotion. Credit: Ashley Villanueva

Although she didn’t get the job security or the pay increase that comes with tenure, her research record was good enough to get her to her current, more prestigious institution — although she has been stuck at the same pay rate for more than ten years.

It’s hard for Mary to accept that her academic career could soon be over. “This is a sad realization for someone like me. My mom doesn’t have a formal education, my father died in a homeless shelter,” she says. “I’ve beaten so many odds, but I can’t beat this odd.”

Nazzy Pakpour, a biologist who is a queer Iranian-American mother, resigned from her position at California State University, East Bay (CSUEB) in Hayward after she was offered tenure — but not a promotion — last October. The committee found that her portfolio of achievements met the criteria for her to get tenure, but denied her promotion to associate professor and a rise in pay owing to a lack of research productivity. “It all seemed very arbitrary and personal to me,” says Pakpour, who studies parasitic infections. “If you hire someone, invest this much time and energy, then why be punitive? If someone is underperforming, clearly communicate that in the five prior reviews,” she says, referring to the lack of feedback before she was up for promotion.

She says her university had written guidelines for tenure and promotion evaluations, but her department had not. Departments without explicit written criteria leave the door open for implicit biases against women and people of colour to tank their chances of promotion, she says. CSUEB’s biology-department chair, Brian Perry, confirms that Pakpour was given a written ‘faculty development plan’ outlining expectations when she was hired in 2015 — but noted that the department does not have its own written guidelines for promotion.

Since February, Pakpour has been a senior scientist at a biotechnology company in Davis, California. Her salary is higher, she works 40 hours a week, instead of 80, and she feels supported. “Knowing your worth is really important,” she says.

Post-exodus workforce

Will staff cuts and widespread resignations hamper faculty recruitment efforts? Some institutions are working hard to prevent that. In 2018, Barbara Boyan, dean of the college of engineering at Virginia Commonwealth University (VCU) in Richmond, and Susan Kornstein, executive director of the VCU Institute for Women’s Health, won a US National Science Foundation ADVANCE grant to increase recruitment, retention and advancement of diverse science-faculty members who are women. VCU Engineering did not lose any female faculty members because of the pandemic, says Boyan, who credits the grant — worth US$3 million over five years — with preventing the loss of women.

Postdoctoral neuroscientist Sarah Tashjian keeps tabs on academic job market trends on social media. Credit: V. Urfalian

In 2021, two of three tenured women of colour have achieved the title of full professor at the engineering school — in part owing to nudging from Boyan. “Somebody has to tell them, ‘You are ready,’” she says. Kornstein adds that having so few professors from minority ethnic groups to mentor through advancement is “why recruitment and retention initiatives are so important”.

McKenzie, who studies the Australian workforce, wonders how these dynamics will shape academia for budding researchers. Will institutions bring in more junior people and replace longer-term contracts with shorter ones, she asks, thereby increasing instability?

Sarah Tashjian — a postdoctoral neuroscience researcher at California Institute of Technology in Pasadena, who is the first in her family to attend university — is watching current events play out on social media. She thinks the tenure denials in the past year will change academia by accelerating loss of talent at early-career levels. Gibson anticipates that the academic job market is in for a rocky stretch — in part because the current wave of departing academics is happening amid a larger cultural shift, she says. “It’s [now] surprising to think you’d go into a tenure-track position and be somewhere for your whole career,” Gibson says.

Tashjian laments how career goal posts keep shifting. “When I started in 2015, ten first-author papers would write your ticket anywhere,” she says. “I have 29 publications and 16 of them are first-author.” But she’s unsure whether it’s enough to secure a tenure-track position. She’s giving herself three years on the academic job market before she’ll change her tack and look for industry positions. “[My team] studies motivation and irrational decision-making,” she notes. “At a certain point, it doesn’t make sense to continue what we call ‘costly persistence’.”

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The Home Office’s new ‘High Potential Individual’ visa scheme does nothing but perpetuate the toxic, ‘good immigrant’ narrative

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This week, a new 'High Potential Individual' visa scheme was announced by the Home Office . The idea is simple: graduates from top-performing universities outside of the UK can come to the country to work for two years, without needing a job offer beforehand. Sounds harmless, right? Except it's anything but.

Of the selected 50 universities on the list of 'top-performing universities', none are in Africa, South America, the Middle East, the Caribbean, Central Asia or South Asia. The scheme also perpetuates the idea that some people are deserving of rights, while others are not, based on their economic value. On top of all of this, applicants would need to fork over thousands of pounds for the visa itself.

To state the obvious, Western rankings of the "top 50 selected universities" in the world are undoubtedly subject to Western-centric academic standards - hence why no institutions from the Global South even feature. Plus, the students attending these 'top' universities are likely to come from elite and privileged backgrounds already, with families that can help pay extortionate university and accommodation fees as well as support rising living costs. Sure, this won't be the case for everyone - bursaries and affirmative action exist, after all - but students who access such schemes are unquestionably an exception, rather than the rule. In the UK, for example, 17 Russell Group unis have been recently accused of failing to recruit enough working class students, and the US is notorious for its inaccessible college system.

Yet this is all besides the point. Every person is a 'high potential individual' if given the right tools to self-actualise in a well-equipped and just society. A degree from a university that appears on ranking tables doesn't give someone more or less 'potential'. The scheme also begs the question: 'potential' for what? Better access to secure work?

This harks back to when the government introduced the 'Australian-style' points system in 2020 to crack down on 'low-skilled' migrant workers just before the COVID-19 pandemic. These were the same workers who were later hailed as "heroes" during consecutive lockdowns. The Home Office similarly promised that "talented individuals" would be able to apply for a work visa under the new points-based system, stoking rhetoric about who is deserving of work and who isn't.

"The best way to stop exploitation and undercutting at work is to pay everyone the same rate for the job and give them the same workplace rights, regardless of immigration status," Rosa Crawford wrote for the Trades Union Congress in 2020 . The same report voiced concerns that post-Brexit changes on work visas would "make it easier for employers to exploit migrant workers on insecure contracts and use them to undercut others, as well as increasing discrimination against BME communities."

The language we use also matters. There is no such thing as 'low-skilled' people or jobs, as work requires a unique set of skills. 'Low-skilled' implies that the onus is on the individual to gain 'better' skills, when it should be on employers to provide the right resources to support their workers. Similarly, the 'High Potential Individual' visa suggests that there are also 'low potential individuals'. Given the government's continued racist treatment of immigrants , I'll let you guess what groups predictably fall into this category.

As always with the Tories, the 'High Potential Individual' visa scheme has to be viewed in context with all the other inhumane immigration policies they have or rolled out in recent years. The Hostile Environment has put marginalised immigrants through hell and now the first group of asylum seekers are set to be deported to Rwanda on 14 June.

Increasingly, it feels like there are too many horrible things the Home Office has done (and continues to do) to list, which is why resistance is more important than ever. Whether it's the spinning of 'good immigrant' narratives through new visa schemes or the illegal deportation of refugees and asylum seekers (some of whom are especially at risk due to their protected identities), all of these elitist, racist, ableist and xenophobic policies are interconnected.

Ultimately, people shouldn't have to justify their existence by performing arbitrary definitions of 'success', in order to come to the UK for long-term work. Yes, everyone be a 'high potential individual', but they shouldn't have to be in order access to secure work - and be seen as human.

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A Week-Long Social Media Detox Can Significantly Improve Your Mental Well-Being

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As per the findings of a randomised, controlled trial, even a brief social media cleanse can aid in reducing the symptoms of anxiety and depression.

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In our fast-paced, tech-driven world, a break from social media—every once in a while—is always welcome. An indubitable contributor to our mental anguish, social media platforms play a significant role in rousing feelings of unworthiness, anxiety, and unease. "Human beings are social animals that have an evolutionary need for companionship and to build connections that constitute their social milieu," says Nishtha Narula, Counselling Psychologist. "Although, this very social system that offers us the support, can, at times, put us under pressure, triggering angst. Social media platforms are the best example of this dichotomy," she goes on to explain.

In keeping with this notion, a study published in Cyberpsychology, Behavior, and Social Networking has established a link between a week-long social media cleanse and a notable decrease in the anxiety and depression experienced by its participants. The research based its findings on the social media behaviours of 154 participants, with a mean age of 29.6 years, who were either asked to refrain from using Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok for a week, or continue to do so.

The mental health of the sample size was assessed before the study commenced and it was found that those who abstained from social media for a week noted a significant reduction in anxiety and depression, and a consequent increase in overall well-being. The control group, who didn't undergo the detox, failed to experience any comparable positive outcomes.

"Many of our participants reported positive effects from being off social media, with improved mood and less anxiety. This suggests that even just a small break can have an impact,” posits Jeffrey Lambert, first author of the study and lecturer at the University of Bath. Future research should extend this to clinical populations and examine its effects over the long term, the study put forth. "Future work could attempt to recruit a larger sample of participants to explore process-related queries around frequency, intensity, and type of social media, and add further understanding to the mechanisms by which reducing social media can contribute to better mental health. It should also examine how participant-level psychological, social, behavioural, and individual factors moderate the effect of social media abstinence on mental health outcomes," claimed the authors of the study.

While on the one hand, social media aids in building social connections and presents a platform for self-expression, it can also set off a downward spiral of comparisons. Through constant social pressure to have desirable numbers that plague our self-confidence, a false perception of reality based on what one sees is encouraged.

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As per the findings of a randomised, controlled trial, even a brief social media cleanse can aid in reducing the symptoms of anxiety and depression. In our fast-paced, tech-driven world, a break from social media-every once in a while-is always welcome.

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Your Brain on Grief, Your Heart on Healing

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“Grief is a heart-wrenchingly painful problem for the brain to solve… to live in the world with the absence of someone… ingrained in your understanding of the world… For the brain, [they are] simultaneously gone and also everlasting, and you are walking through two worlds at the same time.”

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"'Tis good - the looking back on Grief," Emily Dickinson wrote as she calibrated love and loss. But she did not mean that it is good to ruminate and wallow - Dickinson so deftly played with the surface of meaning, so delighted in startling us into a flinch or furrow before plunging us into the deeper truths she fathomed. She meant, I think, that a love lost is grieved forever, whatever the nature of the loss - this she knew, and turned the ongoingness of it into a lifetime of art - but by looking back, we are reminded over and over that the sharp edge of grief does smooth over time, that today's blunt ache is worlds apart from the first stabs, until grief becomes, as Abraham Lincoln wrote in his stirring letter of consolation to a bereaved young woman, "a sad sweet feeling in your heart, of a purer and holier sort than you have known before."

And besides, what does it mean to lose a love anyway? We never lose people, not really. I don't mean this in some mystical sense - let there be no confusion about what actually happens when we die. I don't even mean it in the poetic sense. I am speaking strictly from the point of view of the mind emerging from the dazzling materiality of the brain - that majestic cathedral of cortex and synapse shaping every thought we have and every feeling we tremble with.

I am speaking of the paradox inside the brain:

On the one hand, we lose people all the time - to death, to distance, to differences; from the brain's point of view, these varieties of loss differ not by kind but only by degree, triggering the same neural circuitry, producing sorrow along a spectrum of intensity shaped by the level of closeness and the finality of the loss.

On the other hand, no person we have loved is ever fully gone. When they die or vanish, they are physically no longer present, but their personhood permeates our synapses with memories and habits of mind, saturates an all-pervading atmosphere of feeling we don't just carry with us all the time but live and breathe inside. Or the opposite happens, which is its own devastation - the physical body remains present, but the person we have known and loved, that safehouse of shared memories and trust, is gone - lost to mental illness, to addiction, to neurodegenerative disease.

In both cases, the brain is tasked with the slow, painful work of reconstituting its map of the world, so that the world makes sense again without the beloved person in it. Mapping, in fact, is not a mere metaphor but what is actually going on in the brain, since our orientation in spacetime and our autonoeic consciousness - the capacity for mental self-representation - share a cortical region.

Where the missed and missing person goes on the map, how the remapping actually unfolds, and what it takes to redraw the map in such a way that the world feels whole again are the questions coursing through The Grieving Brain: The Surprising Science of How We Learn from Love and Loss (public library) by neuroscientist Mary-Frances O'Connor - a pioneer in fMRI research since the technology first became available, who has devoted a quarter century to studying the particular neurophysiology of grief. She writes:

The brain devotes lots of effort to mapping where our loved ones are while they are alive, so that we can find them when we need them. And the brain often prefers habits and predictions over new information. But it struggles to learn new information that cannot be ignored, like the absence of our loved one.

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Grief is a heart-wrenchingly painful problem for the brain to solve, and grieving necessitates learning to live in the world with the absence of someone you love deeply, who is ingrained in your understanding of the world. This means that for the brain, your loved one is simultaneously gone and also everlasting, and you are walking through two worlds at the same time. You are navigating your life despite the fact that they have been stolen from you, a premise that makes no sense, and that is both confusing and upsetting.

Making an important distinction between grief ("the intense emotion that crashes over you like a wave, completely overwhelming, unable to be ignored") and grieving (an ongoing process punctuated by recurring moments of grief but stringing the moments into a larger trajectory), O'Connor adds:

Grieving requires the difficult task of throwing out the map we have used to navigate our lives together and transforming our relationship with this person who has died. Grieving, or learning to live a meaningful life without our loved one, is ultimately a type of learning. Because learning is something we do our whole lives, seeing grieving as a type of learning may make it feel more familiar and understandable and give us the patience to allow this remarkable process to unfold.

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Grief never ends, and it is a natural response to loss. You will experience pangs of grief over this specific person forever. You will have discrete moments that overwhelm you, even years after the death when you have restored your life to a meaningful, fulfilling experience. But... even if the feeling of grief is the same, your relationship to the feeling changes. Feeling grief years after your loss may make you doubt whether you have really adapted. If you think of the emotion and the process of adaptation as two different things, however, then it isn't a problem that you experience grief even when you have been grieving for a long time.

Although volumes have been written about the psychology, philosophy, and poetics of grief - none more piercing than the Joan Didion classic, none more practical than Seneca's advice to his bereaved mother - there is something singularly revealing about exploring grief from the point of view of the brain beneath the mind, which must begin at the developmental beginning. Childhood - the brain's most fertile growth period, when most of its major infrastructure is laid out - is also our training ground for loss. Every time we are separated from our primary caregivers, we experience scale-models of loss; every time they return, we learn that the loss of their presence is not a loss of their person, of their love. (A pause worth taking: every abandonment is a miniature of grief.)

In those formative attachments, we also learn the role we ourselves play in the relationship. Because, in building its relational world-map, the brain is constantly computing our loved ones' position in three dimensions - time, space, and closeness, also known as psychological distance - we learn the causal link between our behavior and a caregiver's position in the closeness dimension, just like we learn the causal link between our bodily movements and our position in space. When there is secure attachment, the child learns that throughout various surface disruptions, situational factors, and passing emotional weather patterns, there is a steadfast underlying closeness. O'Connor writes:

Closeness is partially under our control, and we learn how to maintain and nurture this closeness, but we also trust those who love us to maintain that closeness as well.

The obvious - and heartbreaking - corollary is that children who grow up without secure attachment experience the pangs of miniature grief much more readily throughout life, with each departure of a loved one, however temporary, because trusting a continuity of closeness does not come naturally to us. But no matter the formative experience of closeness, human beings are universally undone by the death of someone close - the final abandonment, at once the most abstract and the most absolute absence, in which our brains simply cannot compute the total removal of a person so proximate and important from the fabric of psychological spacetime.

Citing the disoriented devastation of a woman ghosted by a lover, O'Connor notes that "ghosting" is the neurologically appropriate word-choice for such abandonments - studied under fMRI, the brain of a person who has lost a loved one to "ghosting" behaves much the same way as the brain of a person who has lost a loved one to death, the mental map suddenly crumbled and torn to pieces. O'Connor describes the strange yet strangely sensical way in which the brain copes with this incomprehensible disruption of reality:

If your brain cannot comprehend that something as abstract as death has happened, it cannot understand where the deceased is in space and time, or why they are not here, now, and close. From your brain's perspective, ghosting is exactly what happens when a loved one dies. As far as the brain is concerned, they have not died. The loved one has, with no explanation, stopped returning our calls - stopped communicating with us altogether. How could someone who loves us do that? They have become distant, or unbelievably mean, and that is infuriating. Your brain doesn't understand why; it doesn't understand that dimensions can simply disappear. If they don't feel close, then they just feel distant, and you want to fix it rather than believe they are permanently gone. This (mis)belief leads to an intense upwelling of emotions.

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If a person we love is missing, then our brain assumes they are far away and will be found later. The idea that the person is simply no longer in this dimensional world, that there are no here, now, and close dimensions, is not logical.

Drawing on brain imaging studies, she adds:

The ephemeral sense of closeness with our loved ones exists in the physical, tangible hardware of our brain.

The particular bit of hardware is the brain's posterior cingulate cortex - our built-in GPS of love. Scanning the environment and processing innumerable bits of sensory information, the PCC is constantly calibrating and recalibrating the psychological distance between us and the people we love, tightening the bond the closer we feel and loosening it when we sense distancing. Death turns the GPS into a crude compass trying to orient to an all-pervading, ever-shifting magnetic field suddenly bereft of its true north. O'Connor writes:

After the death of a loved one, the incoming messages seem scrambled for a while. At times, closeness with our deceased loved one feels incredibly visceral, as though they are present in the room, here and now. At other times, the string seems to have fallen off the board - not shorter or longer than it was before, but simply stolen from us entirely.

This confusion is so fundamental and so primal, so beyond the reach of reason, that it befalls minds indiscriminately along the spectrum of intelligence and self-awareness - a reality most clearly and devastatingly evinced in the extraordinary love letter Richard Feynman wrote to his wife 488 days after her death and 6,994 days before he won the Nobel Prize in Physics.

But O'Connor notes that while Western physicians long believed such continuing bonds across the life-death divide to be a symptom of poor coping with grief that makes for poorer bonds with the living, recent research drawing on various grief rituals and customs from cultures around the world has demonstrated that such ongoing inner dialogue with the dead might actually enrich our relationships with the living and allow us to show up for them in a fuller, more openhearted way. She writes:

Our understanding of ourselves changes as we gain wisdom through experience. Our relationships with our living loved ones can grow more compassionate and resonant with gratitude as we age. We can also allow our interactions with our beloved ones who are gone to grow and change, even if only in our minds. This transformation of our relationship with them can affect our capacity to live fully in the present, and to create aspirations for a meaningful future. It can also help us to feel more connected to them, to the best parts of them... Their absence from our physical world does not make our relationship to them any less valuable.

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Instead of imagining an alternate what if reality, we must learn to be connected to them with our feet planted firmly in the present moment. This transformed relationship is dynamic, ever-changing, in the way that any loving relationship is ever-changing across months and years. Our relationship with our deceased loved one must reflect who we are now, with the experience, and perhaps even the wisdom, we have gained through grieving. We must learn to restore a meaningful life.

The greatest challenge, of course, is the perennial challenge of the human mind - how to integrate seemingly contradictory needs or ideas in such a way that they coexist harmoniously, perhaps even magnify each other, rather than cancel each other out. Without such integration, any new relationship can feel like a threat to this ongoing inner bond with the dead, undamming a flood of grief at the notion of emotional erasure: grief for the grief itself, for that outstretched hand holding on to the gone and to ourselves at the same time, to the map as it used to be. This is a fear so understandable as to cusp on the universal. It is also - and this might be the most assuring part of O'Connor's research - a neurophysiologically misplaced fear. Within the brain, every person we love leaves a tangible, structural imprint, encoded in synapses that can never be vanquished or replaced by new and different love. Because that bond - like every bond, like every idea, like the universe itself - was "only ever conjured up in the mind," it is there too that it always lives, unassailable by other minds and other events.

O'Connor writes:

Gaining a new relationship is simply not going to fill the hole that exists. Here is the key - the point of new roles and new relationships is not to fill the hole. Expecting that they will can only lead to disappointment.

The point is that if we are living in the present, we need to have someone who loves us and cares for us, and we need someone to love and care for as well. The only way to enjoy a fulfilling relationship in the future, however, is to start one in the present. If we can imagine a future in which we are loved, then we must start a relationship that eventually will become important to us in a way that is different from our previous relationship, but rewarding and sustaining.

Understood this way, then, the ongoing relationship with the gone is a lavishment to other loves, for it has made us exactly who we are - the person doing the loving, the person being loved, the mapmaker of present and possible worlds. O'Connor offers neural affirmation for this poetic aspiration:

After a loved one dies, they are clearly no longer with us in the physical world, which each day proves to us. On the other hand, they are not gone, because they are with us in our brain and in our mind. The physical makeup of our brain - the structure of our neurons - has been changed by them. In this sense, you could say that a piece of them physically lives on. That piece is the neural connections protected within our skull, and these neural connections survive in physical form even after a loved one's death. So, they are not entirely "out there," and they are not entirely "in here," either. You are not one, not two. That is because the love between two people, that unmistakable but usually indescribable property, occurs between two people. Once we have known love, we can bring it into our awareness, we can feel it emerge and emanate from us. This experience reaches beyond the love for the flesh and bones of the person we once knew on this earthly plane. Now loving is an attribute of us, regardless of who we share it with, regardless of what is given to us in return. This is a transcendent experience, a felt sense of being loving without needing anything in return. In the very best moments together, we learned to love and to be loved. Because of our bonded experience, that loved one and that loving are a part of us now, to call up and act on as we see fit in the present and the future.

Complement The Grieving Brain with a mathematician's geometric model for living with grief and this soulful animated film of "Dirge Without Music" by Edna St. Vincent Millay - the most beautiful homily on the emotional paradox of loss I know - then revisit Nick Cave's life-honed wisdom on grief as a portal to greater aliveness.

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"'Tis good - the looking back on Grief," Emily Dickinson wrote as she calibrated love and loss. But she did not mean that it is good to ruminate and wallow - Dickinson so deftly played with the surface of meaning, so delighted in startling us into a flinch or furrow before plunging us into the deeper truths she fathomed.

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The mainstream approach to driverless cars is slow and difficult. These startups think going all-in on AI will get there faster.

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The mainstream approach to driverless cars is slow and difficult. These startups think going all-in on AI will get there faster.

Jamiel Law

Four years ago, Alex Kendall sat in a car on a small road in the British countryside and took his hands off the wheel. The car, equipped with a few cheap cameras and a massive neural network, veered to the side. When it did, Kendall grabbed the wheel for a few seconds to correct it. The car veered again; Kendall corrected it. It took less than 20 minutes for the car to learn to stay on the road by itself, he says.

This was the first time that reinforcement learning—an AI technique that trains a neural network to perform a task via trial and error—had been used to teach a car to drive from scratch on a real road. It was a small step in a new direction—one that a new generation of startups believes just might be the breakthrough that makes driverless cars an everyday reality.

Reinforcement learning has had enormous success producing computer programs that can play video games and Go with superhuman skill; it has even been used to control a nuclear fusion reactor. But driving was thought to be too complicated. “We were laughed at,” says Kendall, founder and CEO of the UK-based driverless-car firm Wayve.

Wayve now trains its cars in rush-hour London. Last year, it showed that it could take a car trained on London streets and have it drive in five different cities—Cambridge (UK), Coventry, Leeds, Liverpool, and Manchester—without additional training. That’s something that industry leaders like Cruise and Waymo have struggled to do. This month Wayve announced it is teaming up with Microsoft to train its neural network on Azure, the tech giant’s cloud-based supercomputer.

Investors have sunk more than $100 billion into building cars that can drive by themselves. That’s a third of what NASA spent getting humans to the moon. Yet despite a decade and a half of development and untold miles of road testing, driverless tech is stuck in the pilot phase. “We are seeing extraordinary amounts of spending to get very limited results,” says Kendall.

That’s why Wayve and other autonomous-vehicle startups like Waabi and Ghost, both in the US, and Autobrains, based in Israel, are going all in on AI. Branding themselves AV2.0, they’re betting that smarter, cheaper tech will let them overtake current market leaders.

Hype machines

Wayve says it wants to be the first company to deploy driverless cars in 100 cities. But is that yet more hype from an industry that’s been getting high on its own supply for years?

“There is way too much overselling in this field,” says Raquel Urtasun, who led Uber’s self-driving team for four years before leaving to found Waabi in 2021. “There’s also a lack of acknowledgment of how difficult the task is in the first place. But I don’t believe that the mainstream approach to self-driving is going to get us to where we need to be to deploy the technology safely.”

That mainstream approach dates back at least to 2007 and the DARPA Urban Challenge, when six teams of researchers managed to get their robotic vehicles to navigate a small-town mock-up on a disused US Air Force base.

Waymo and Cruise launched on the back of that success, and the robotics approach taken by the winning teams stuck. That approach treats perception, decision-making, and vehicle control as different problems, with different modules for each. But this can make the overall system hard to build and maintain, with errors in one module bubbling over into others, says Urtasun. “We need an AI mindset, not a robotics mindset,” she says.

Here's the new idea. Instead of building a system with multiple neural networks and wiring these together by hand, Wayve, Waabi, and others are each building one large neural network that figures out the details by itself. Throw enough data at the AI and it learns to convert input (camera or lidar data about the road ahead) into output (turning the wheel or hitting the brakes), much like a kid learning to ride a bike.

Going straight from input to output like this is known as end-to-end learning, and it’s what GPT-3 did for natural-language processing and AlphaZero did for Go and chess. “In the last 10 years it’s caused so many seemingly insolvable problems to get solved,” says Kendall. “End-to-end learning pushed us forward to superhuman capabilities. Driving will be no different.”

Like Wayve, Waabi is using end-to-end learning. It isn’t (yet) using real vehicles, however. It is developing its AI almost fully inside a super-realistic driving simulation, itself controlled by an AI driving instructor. Ghost also adopts an AI-first approach, building driverless tech that not only navigates roads but learns to react to other drivers.

200,000 small problems

Autobrains is betting on an end-to-end approach too, but does something different with it. Instead of training one large neural network to handle everything a car might encounter, it is training many smaller networks—hundreds of thousands, in fact—to handle a very specific scenario each.

“We’re translating the hard AV problem into hundreds of thousands of smaller AI problems,” says Igal Raichelgauz, the company’s CEO. Using one large model makes the problem more complex than it actually is, he says: “When I’m driving, I’m not trying to understand every pixel on the road. It’s about extracting contextual cues.”

Autobrains takes the sensor data from a car and runs it through an AI that matches the scene to one of many possible scenarios: rain, pedestrian crossing, traffic light, bicycle turning right, car behind, and so on. By watching a million miles of driving data, Autobrains says, its AI has identified around 200,000 unique scenarios, and the company is training individual neural networks to handle each of them.

The firm has been partnering with car manufacturers to test its technology and has just got hold of a small fleet of its own vehicles.

Kendall thinks that what Autobrains is doing might work well for advanced driver-assist systems, but he does not see it having an advantage over his own approach. “When tackling the full self-driving problem, I’d expect that they would be just as challenged by the complexity faced in the real world,” he says.

Cruise control

Either way, should we count on this new wave of firms to chase down the front-runners? Unsurprisingly, Mo ElShenawy, executive vice president of engineering at Cruise, isn’t convinced. “The state of the art as it exists today is not sufficient to get us to the stage where Cruise is at,” he says.

Cruise is one of the most advanced driverless-car firms in the world. Since November it has been running a live robotaxi service in San Francisco. Its vehicles operate in a limited area, but anyone can now hail a car with the Cruise app and have it pull up to the curb with nobody inside. “We see a real spectrum of reactions from our customers,” says ElShenawy. “It’s super exciting.”

Cruise has built a vast virtual factory to support its software, with hundreds of engineers working on different parts of the pipeline. ElShenawy argues that the mainstream modular approach is an advantage because it lets the company swap in new tech as it comes along.

He also dismisses the idea that Cruise’s approach won’t generalize to other cities. “We could have launched in a suburb somewhere years ago, and that would have painted us into a corner,” he says. “The reason we’ve picked a complex urban environment, such as San Francisco—where we see hundreds of thousands of cyclists and pedestrians and emergency vehicles and cars that cut you up—was very deliberate. It forces us to build something that scales easily.”

But before Cruise drives in a new city, it first has to map its streets in centimeter-level detail. Most driverless car companies use these kinds of high-definition 3D maps. They provide extra information to the vehicle on top of the raw sensor data it gets on the go, typically including hints like the location of lane boundaries and traffic lights, or whether there are curbs on a particular stretch of street.

These so-called HD maps are created by combining road data collected by cameras and lidar with satellite imagery. Hundreds of millions of miles of roads have been mapped in this way in the US, Europe, and Asia. But road layouts change every day, which means map-making is an endless process.

Many driverless-car companies use HD maps created and maintained by specialist firms, but Cruise makes its own. “We can re-create cities—all the driving conditions, street layouts, and everything,” says ElShenawy.

This gives Cruise an edge against mainstream competitors, but newcomers like Wayve and Autobrains have ditched HD maps entirely. Wayve’s cars have GPS, but they otherwise learn to read the road using sensor data alone. It may be harder, but it means they are not tied to a particular location.

For Kendall, this is the key to making driverless cars widespread. “We are going to be slower to get into our first city,” he says. “But once we get to one city, we can just scale everywhere.”

For all the talk, there’s a long way to go. While Cruise’s robotaxis are driving paying customers around San Francisco, Wayve—the most advanced of the new crop—has yet to test its cars without a safety driver. Waabi doesn’t even use real cars.

Still, these new AV2.0 firms have recent history on their side: end-to-end learning rewrote the rules of what’s possible in computer vision and natural-language processing.  So their confidence is not misplaced. “If everybody goes in the same direction and it’s the wrong direction, we're not going to solve this problem,” says Urtasun. “We need a diversity of approaches, because we haven’t seen the solution yet.”

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How To Get Your Kids (And Yourself) Comfortable With Risky Play

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Risky play helps kids develop resilience, self-confidence, independence, executive functioning, and risk-management skills.

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The job of a parent is to protect and nurture your child, to keep them safe from harm. But sometimes the best way to raise a self-assured kid is to let them take risks. And there's no better way to do that than through play. Although "risk" conjures ideas of recklessness and danger, research indicates that risky play - usually defined as thrilling and exciting forms of play that involve a risk of physical injury - helps kids develop resilience, self-confidence, independence, executive functioning capabilities, and risk-management skills.

Academic study of risky play over the last 15 years has steadily built the case for risky play. Researchers in Australia, for example, observed that kids showed an awareness of potential dangers during risky play and modified their play accordingly. The children who engaged in risky play used their experiences to more accurately understand how much risk both they and their playmates were equipped to manage, which in the long run facilitated support for each other's risk engagement and safety.

"Risks are freely chosen by children," says play researcher and advocate Megan Zeni. "Adults who believe children are competent and capable hold space for children to make their own decisions about how they use their own bodies in play."

One of the most important aspects of risky play might be that healthy exposure to typical fear-eliciting stimuli and contexts, which has the effect of reducing fear in kids. The researchers argue that overprotection may cause higher levels of anxiety, and that it might be wise to provide more stimulating environments for children to help them develop self-assuredness and resilience.

But even if you accept the rationale behind risky play, implementation of it can feel overwhelming. After all, no one wants to have to rush their kid to the ER because they broke their arm climbing a tree. To get yourself and your kids comfortable with risky play, Zeni encourages parents to consider these four strategies.

Types of Risky Play

Grounded in the extensive research of Ellen Beate Hansen Sandseter, Ph.D., child development experts divide risky play into eight different categories.
1. Play With Height
What it looks like: Playground equipment such as monkey bars, trampoline parks, rock climbing gyms, jumping off a diving board, rope climbing.
2. Play With Speed
What it looks like: Going down tall slides, swinging, running, spinning, biking, go-karting.
3. Play With Tools
What it looks like: Cutting with scissors, using a drill, pounding nails, sewing with a needle, using electric cooking appliances.
4. Play With Elements
What it looks like: Playing near a body of water, cooking over a campfire, hiking on steep terrain, playing in the snow or on ice.
5. Play With a Chance of Being Lost
What it looks like: Playing hide-and-seek, wandering the neighborhood with friends, going on a hike in an unfamiliar place.
6. Rough and Tumble Play
What it looks like: Wrestling, playfighting, gently running a bike into a wall, smashing objects (ice, old items that are going to be thrown out, jumping on cardboard boxes).
7. Vicarious Play
What it looks like: Watching videos of people doing dangerous things, or observing roofers or construction workers in your neighborhood.
8. Play With Impact
What it looks like: Cannonball jumping into water or jumping off a play structure.

Choose the Right Type of Risky Play

There is no shortage of risky play options, but some types are more palatable than others. For example, it's completely understandable if playing at great heights or rough-and-tumble play feel like too much straight out of the gate. However, some low-impact risky play activities also have practical benefits that kids will use throughout their lives, Zeni says.

"Parents new to risky play usually are most accustomed to play with tools," she says. "Teaching children to cut with a knife, use a vegetable peeler, or how to cut with scissors are all life skills that parents can immediately recognize as beneficial to their child's development." Other options include indulging your child when they ask you to push them higher while swinging or letting them wrestle with their siblings even if it creates a ruckus.

The most accessible entry to risky play is vicarious play, in which kids get that "scary funny" feeling from watching someone else participate in a risk. YouTube is a treasure trove for vicarious play, as are the 33 seasons of America's Funniest Home Videos available on Disney+. Vicarious play can help kids prepare for other types of risky play; after watching 10 minutes of cliff diving videos, a bit of tree climbing may seem less intimidating.

Listen to Your Kids When They're Scared

Risky play isn't a push-your-kid-out-of-the-nest-and-force-them-to-fly situation. Parents shouldn't force kids into activities that scare them. Building their independence requires listening to what they're saying and feeling, including that they're too afraid to try a certain type of risky play.

"The goal is to hold space for them to make their own decisions about how they use their bodies in play when they inevitably encounter a situation that feels uncertain," Zeni says. "For example, when kids express fear, they have reached their limit and should be encouraged to listen to that feeling."

Zeni admits it's a tricky dance for parents that requires them to remain attentive and act as a guide during risky play. Because although risky play can be beneficial, there will be times when parents need to step in to guide their children back to a place where they're more comfortable. For instance, if you and your child are wading up a stream together - an example of play with elements - you might decide that when the waterline comes up over their knees, it's time to walk the shoreline for a while until you get to another segment that's appropriately shallow.

"The Goldilocks zone of beneficial risky play is when the experience is thrilling and fun but still a bit uncertain," she says. "If a child responds to 'listen to your body' with expressions of enjoyment, then the frightening feeling is part of a positive experience."

Remember Risky Play Is Different From Reckless Play

Some thrill-seeking kids may need to dial back their risky play because sometimes they can't anticipate all the dangers involved in an activity. It's the supervising adult's responsibility to remain alert to hazards and help their kids learn to anticipate them.

Parents can coach kids who seem fearless to listen to their bodies, Zeni says. These kids may need direct instruction on how their actions impact other people or the environment. For example, take a child who is throwing rocks at cars. It might be a fun and thrilling experience, but it also endangers others. She suggests redirecting that child to a "yes space" where they can throw rocks in a more suitable spot, such as into a pond.

But sometimes, parents will need to take immediate action to keep their kids safe. "In some cases, the intervention includes an immediate evacuation from the space. For example, in rural locations, wildlife can appear. Or in urban spaces, drug paraphernalia may be discovered," Zeni says.

"Risky play requires adult supervision, but supervision that allows children to decide how they use their bodies in spaces that adults have determined are reasonable, without hazards. Parents and teachers who support risky play do not neglect or abandon their duty of care."

Try Risky Play With Friends

Generally speaking, parenting is more manageable in a community. Parents can rely on each other for support and make decisions from a place of collective wisdom. Parents who are still getting used to the concept of risky play can rely on other parents to help them feel out what works well and what doesn't, and kids may be more comfortable with risky play if they see their peers doing it.

"I strongly recommend getting outdoors and connecting with your neighbors, either on the street or at the local park," Zeni says. "The more we have little kids playing on the streets and in the parks with their families, the safer the community becomes for bigger kids to head out on their own."

Don't be afraid to outsource risky playtime to trained and resourced professionals. Zeni suggests enrolling kids in programs that encourage unstructured play, both to provide unique experiences for your child and to give you an opportunity to connect with like-minded adults and deepen your understanding of risky play. Forest and nature programs, parkour gyms, scouting, and summer camps all incorporate various types of risky play.

If you're less comfortable with risky play than you'd like, be gentle with yourself. As you and your kids continue to expand your boundaries, check out Outdoor Play Canada's free resources for implementing risky play.

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