As Opposed to The Human Brain

The human skull never stops growing.

By the time most of us reach age 20 or so, the bones in our body are pretty much done growing. The growth plates that cause us to put on inches in our youth are now hardened bone, and in fact, adults tend to drop an inch or two in height as worn-out cartilage causes our spines to shrink over time. However, there are a few bones that buck this biological trend. Skulls, for example, never fully stop growing, and the bones also shift as we age. A 2008 study from Duke Universitydetermined that as we grow older, the forehead moves forward, while cheek bones tend to move backward. As the skull tilts forward, overlying skin droops and sags.

Kurakhovo The skull isn’t the only bone that has a positive correlation with age. Human hips also continue to widen as the decades pass, meaning those extra inches aren’t only due to a loss of youthful metabolism. In 2011, researchers from the University of North Carolina School of Medicine discovered that hips continue to grow well into our 70s, and found that an average 79-year-old’s pelvic width was 1 inch wider than an average 20-year-old’s. So while it’s mostly true that humans stop growing after the age of 20, nature always likes to throw in a few exceptions to the rule.

The Woke Sea

Oysters can change their gender multiple times in their lifespans.

Within 12 hours of their birth, oysters begin pulling calcium out of the water to create their signature shells. For the first few weeks of their lives, these newborn bivalves zoom around in a current until they eventually settle on some hard substrate, whether it’s a rock, pier, or another oyster. This place of protection is where the oysters will spend the rest of their lives (which can be as long as 20 years). Eventually, usually a year after birth, it’ll be time for the oysters to breed, and that’s where things get interesting. 

Although born male, oysters have the impressive ability to switch their sex, seemingly at will. Every season, females can release up to 100 million eggs, and the amount of sperm released is so high it’s essentially incalculable. Once the egg and sperm are released, the oysters rely on pure chance for fertilization to take place, as the egg and sperm meet in the open water. Because any resulting larvae are extremely vulnerable to predators (especially filter feeders), oysters have evolutionarily compensated by being one of the most virile and sexually flexible species in the world — meaning that their ability to change sex likely evolved as a matter of survival. This impressive fecundity means that natural oyster reefs can grow to tremendous size; as little as 10 square feet of reef can house up to 500 oysters. Scientists theorize that water temperature could play a role in triggering whatever causes an oyster to change its sex, but many aspects of the process remain a mystery. 

‘Jury Duty’s’ Brilliant Verdict


More than 20 years ago, the writers behind The Simpsons had an episode plot so unlikely that its unlikeliness became a plot point. The episode, “The Great Money Caper,” saw the entire population of Springfield conspire to stage a fake trial to teach Homer and Bart a lesson about honesty.

Like so many episodes of the seminal show, the premise was more prophetic than preposterous. Meet Jury Duty, the funniest TV show of the year.

Part Truman show, part Parks and Rec and part Candid Camera, Duty takes one dupe — in this case a bewildered Ronald Gladden — and drops him into a fictitious jury sitting on a fictitious trial for a fictitious crime (it involves urine and t-shirt printing gone awry). It’s far-fetched just enough to be real.

Duty’s beauty is its singular premise: A ‘gotcha’ gag that, unlike so many new series, cannot get bogged down in side stories aimed at generating spinoffs and stand-alone characters. Here, the joke sits deliriously over Gladden’s head as he’s “voted” jury foreman — and thus entrusted with keeping in line a motley crew of don’t wannabes and James Marsden, who plays himself as an actor looking to weasel out of communal duty. It’s his best work since 30 Rock.

The show twists us through unforeseeable turns as the jury is sequestered and taken through the “crime” scene. The actors here are all terrific. A 70-something keeps nodding off. A juror discovers his girlfriend is cheating on him while he’s empaneled. Another brings “crutchpants” for long stands.

Absurd? Quite. But given what we’ve seen in the modern court era, from camera-hungry judges to grandstanding attorneys to dim-witted jurors, the case is utterly plausible.

There are a couple objections. The acting between actors, without Gladden, is simply schtick (though good schtick). And its foray into sexuality is a bit forced.

But given the arid worldview rendered by a writer’s strike that shows no sign of slowing, this is welcome originality and, sometimes, sheer delirium. This is what binge-worthy TV looks like.

So all rise, because Jury Duty has entered the courtroom of reality television.