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“On March 30, shortly after Stierch started her residency, the Archives hosted ‘She Blinded Me With Science: Smithsonian Women in Science Edit-a-Thon.’ Ten Wikipedians showed up, armed with laptops and ready to tackle the significant dearth of articles on notable female scientists.”
The SOTU had a notable and powerful example of the singular “they”:
Which brings me back to where I began. Those of us who’ve been sent here to serve can learn from the service of our troops. When you put on that uniform, it doesn’t matter if you’re black or white; Asian or Latino; conservative or liberal; rich or poor; gay or straight. When you’re marching into battle, you look out for the person next to you, or the mission fails. When you’re in the thick of the fight, you rise or fall as one unit, serving one Nation, leaving no one behind.
One of my proudest possessions is the flag that the SEAL Team took with them on the mission to get bin Laden. On it are each of their names. Some may be Democrats. Some may be Republicans. But that doesn’t matter. Just like it didn’t matter that day in the Situation Room, when I sat next to Bob Gates – a man who was George Bush’s defense secretary; and Hillary Clinton, a woman who ran against me for president.
All that mattered that day was the mission. No one thought about politics. No one thought about themselves. One of the young men involved in the raid later told me that he didn’t deserve credit for the mission. It only succeeded, he said, because every single member of that unit did their job – the pilot who landed the helicopter that spun out of control; the translator who kept others from entering the compound; the troops who separated the women and children from the fight; the SEALs who charged up the stairs. More than that, the mission only succeeded because every member of that unit trusted each other – because you can’t charge up those stairs, into darkness and danger, unless you know that there’s someone behind you, watching your back.
I don’t do historical reenactment, but I need an excuse to put love into an historical costume. This. Is. It.
Ken Burns Compares Tea Partiers to Prohibitionists Says Prohibition Turned Women Into Floozies (by threefingersof)
Personally, I’m thankful for my freedom, as a woman, to drive cars and drink alcohol. In that order.
(via How to draft a LeMoyne Star « Bloomin’ Workshop)
The person who drew this and posted the tutorial also commented that she is “not a math person.” I beg to differ. Compass-and-straightedge constructions and the pythagorean theorem might be high school geometry, but identifying appropriate applications for them in daily life (here, designing a quilt block) requires more than just a little mathematical insight.
Women, please stop perpetuating the “I’m so bad at math” stereotype and give yourselves some credit.
“We didn’t want them to say we had sexually assaulted or raped them, so we wanted to prove that they weren’t virgins in the first place,” the general said. “None of them were (virgins).”
This line of thought makes me physically ill, that only women who are virgins can be victims of rape and sexual assault.
Why would-be engineers end up as English majors
I went into college in 1998 as a promising young engineering student. I dropped engineering the same year and graduated in psychology, only to return to school in 2004 to receive my math degree. My husband and I have been discussing this phenomenon (this afternoon, even) where engineering schools say, “We need to graduate more engineers!” in the same breath as “Freshman engineering courses need to be weed-out courses!” In my case, I wasn’t weeded out by the difficulty of the material but by the culture. I was told the first day of class that I did not meet the dress code and, I kid you not, “Women should not be engineers.” I lament not fighting harder to prove them wrong.
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