The First Bobble Head I’ve Ever Considered Buying
My braniac sister Lynsey (still stalkable, boys!) is currently working towards her PhD (I can never remember how to capitalize that term, which reflects my odds of obtaining one) in experimental medicine. I seriously considered buying her this James Dewey Watson bobble head. For those unfamiliar with icons of twentieth century biochemistry, determined the structure of DNA. But, at US $32 after shipping, it’s a bit pricey for a wobby, useless gift. I do really like how he’s clutching that double-helix as if he were selling a carpet at a Tunisian bizarre.
While I’m at it, could they have selected a worse model (or slogan) to sell this T-shirt? He looks like Andre the Giant’s slower, dumber cousin.
Where the heck did bobble-heads come from, anyway? They’re like the first pet rock of the 21st century.
