John Hawks ponders the day, very soon to come, when high school students will run their genome sequences in bio lab instead of their blood types. He's riffing off an article by Ronald Bailey in Reason about Bailey's experiences with his own genomic knowledge ("I’ll Show You My Genome. Will You Show Me Yours?")
At this point, many writers would sound the alarm. Not Hawks:
Hawks is just taking a quick look at this, and as he notes, he's just calling it out rather than drawing any Big Conclusion. But what struck me reading it is that the current hand-wringing about letting this data genie out of the bottle — What are we willing to peek at in our own genomes? How much should we share with siblings or children or spouses or potential dates? OMGOMG— could be fast outrun as genomic data becomes easy and cheap to get. To be fair, that speed is exactly why some people are pushing to answer these questions now: a good thing, for example, that we've barred health insurers (but not life insurers!) from using the data. As things move forward, I find myself more of the mind of George Church or (somewhat similar) Misha Angrist: This stuff will out faster than we can build a filter, so get used to the idea, and get ready for the Data. Church and Angrist put their money down: They published their entire genomes, everything, on the web.
But I wonder if the rest of us have only so much time to deliberate before the info lands in our laps. When I genotyped just one single polymorphism last year, for instance, I thought hard about whether I should do it and how to explain its meaning to my siblings and, someday, my children. I'm now pondering whether, when entire genotypes get down around $500 or so, I would do the whole thing and what I would share, and how I would explain things like risk genes to my kids. Good, thoughtful David! The way things are moving, however, it's not hard to imagine being interrupted in my careful deliberations by the news that my oldest son, now in his majority, has run his entire genome: Look Dad! Here's half your genome! And all the data I was so carefully deliberating whether to share with him.
To me the big question — well, not The Big One, but the one I find particularly intriguing — is whether people will recognize or learn that with very few exceptions, the greater part of a gene's meaning lies in its interaction with a person's environment and experience. I'm not sure we'll get that.
[A note on the vid: Life brings the strangest disappointments. I always liked this ad, which I think I saw maybe three times. It's more really that I liked remembering the ad, and I liked remembering because in my remembered version, the redneck passenger, when asked if that thing has a hemi, says, "You're fixin' to find out." Fixin' is one of my favorite southern regionalisms (along with "Shit, I reckon."). But the guy doesn't say Fixin'. He says "You're about to find out." Damn. I think the writers missed a great chance here.]