Anonymous: Fuck Swype. I was trying to ask if you will be attending San Diego Comic Con next weekend.

pagerunner-j:

cortexiphankid47:

virginiagentlenerd:

No, I won’t be attending SDCC, probably ever. The cost & time required to do SDCC is worth at least 3 other cons in my yearly schedule. I don’t really count it as a comic con anyway, considering 80% of the space is devoted to movies, TV shows, and video games. 

Though there are two conditions under which I’d attend. One, I was invited as someone’s guest, had everything arranged for me and paid for (including flights because guess what DC to San Diego is $$$). Two, they finally separate it into 2 events - a comic con, and an entertainment expo with all the hollywood and tv BS. Meeting celebrities and stuff is cool, sure (I mean we all realize if Charles Dance were added to the line up I’d be on a plane tomorrow and I would FIND A WAY IN) but I don’t go to cons to do that. I go to meet comic book writers, artists, creators, and fans. I go to shop for comics and super hero toys.

I’m not even huge on the big publisher panels, because they’re so general and you’re just gonna get all the info online IMMEDIATELY after anyway (I’m not a person who has to be first to know and I don’t really get the competitive nature of that within comics fandom). I can get all the same info as a Marvel panel attendee from my laptop, in my bed, without waiting 9 hours in a line. Panels equate to time you missed on the convention floor. You know who I ran into on a convention floor once? Phil Lamarr. We had an amazing chat about diversity and representation in the comics medium and its adjacent mediums, and it beat listening to some rando ask him stupid questions at a panel. I learned what I wanted to learn. Again, NO LINE WAITING REQUIRED. (The panel exception is lifted for any panel lead by Kelly Sue DeConnick and the Sex Criminals panel that was really just a stream of dirty jokes, a lot of laughter, and a beautiful marriage proposal). 

The Gentlenerd hates camping, Anon. 

I probably could have answered with a simple “No” huh? 

I have some similar feelings on SDCC. Sitting in line for hours is ridiculous.

Only TV panel I would have loved to go to was Fringe which is a moot point now. The rest I’m fine watching onYoutube or reading about later in the day.

Yep. I went to ECCC on a vendor badge and it’s about the only way I can stand cons of significant size anymore. At NYCC I was so overstressed that I had to duck out of the queue-room line twice — once to throw up. Not doing that to myself again.

I feel like everyone should do SDCC once, just so they have the experience and know what it’s like.

And then, if they have any sense, they will never go again.

ursulavernon:

MCA Hogarth started it. She drew Free Time and then I drew it and then she drew a Deadline and then there was the Deadline Slayer and since she’d already created a character class at that point, well…

ursulavernon:

MCA Hogarth started it. She drew Free Time and then I drew it and then she drew a Deadline and then there was the Deadline Slayer and since she’d already created a character class at that point, well…

When you are hurting, there will always be people who find a way to make it about themselves. If you break your wrist, they’ll complain about a sprained ankle. If you are sad, they’re sadder. If you’re asking for help, they’ll demand more attention.

Here is a fact: I was in a hospital and sobbing into my palms when a woman approached me and asked why I was making so much noise and I managed to stutter that my best friend shot himself in the head and now he was 100% certified dead and she made this little grunt and had the nerve to tell me, “Well now you made me sad.”

When you get angry, there are going to be people who ask you to shut up and sit down, and they’re not going to do it nicely. Theirs are the faces that turn bright red before you have a chance to finish your sentence. They won’t ask you to explain yourself. They’ll be mad that you’re mad and that will be their whole reason alone.

Here is a fact: I was in an alleyway a few weeks ago, stroking my friend’s back as she vomited fourteen tequila shots. “I hate men,” she wheezed as her sides heaved, “I hate all of them.”

I braided her hair so it wouldn’t get caught in the mess. I didn’t correct her and reply that she does in fact love her father and her little brother too, that there are strangers she has yet to meet that will be better for her than any of her shitty ex-boyfriends, that half of our group of friends identifies as male - I could hear each of her bruises in those words and I didn’t ask her to soften the blow when she was trying to buff them out of her skin. She doesn’t hate all men. She never did.

She had the misfortune to be overheard by a drunk guy in an ill-fitting suit, a boy trying to look like a man and leering down my dress as he stormed towards us. “Fuck you, lady,” he said, “Fuck you. Not all men are evil, you know.”

“Thanks,” I told him dryly, pulling on her hand, trying to get her inside again, “See you.”

He followed us. Wouldn’t stop shouting. How dare she get mad. How dare she was hurting. “It’s hard for me too!” he yowled after us. “With fuckers like you, how’s a guy supposed to live?”

Here’s a fact: my father is Cuban and my genes repeat his. Once one of my teachers looked at my heritage and said, “Your skin doesn’t look dirty enough to be a Mexican.”

When my cheeks grew pink and my tongue dried up, someone else in the classroom stood up. “You can’t say that,” he said, “That’s fucking racist. We could report you for that.”

Our teacher turned vicious. “You wanna fail this class? Go ahead. Report me. I was joking. It’s my word against yours. I hate kids like you. You think you’ve got all the power - you don’t. I do.”

Later that kid and I became close friends and we skipped class to do anything else and the two of us were lying on our backs staring up at the sky and as we talked about that moment, he sighed, “I hate white people.” His girlfriend is white and so is his mom. I reached out until my fingers were resting in the warmth of his palm.

He spoke up each time our teacher said something shitty. He failed the class. I stayed silent. I got the A but I wish that I didn’t.

Here is a fact: I think gender is a social construct and people that want to tell others what defines it just haven’t done their homework. I personally happen to have the luck of the draw and am the same gender as my sex, which basically just means society leaves me alone about this one particular thing.

Until I met Alex, who said he hated cis people. My throat closed up. I’m not good at confrontation. I avoided him because I didn’t want to bother him.

One day I was going on a walk and I found him behind our school, bleeding out of the side of his mouth. The only thing I really know is how to patch people up. He winced when the antibacterial cream went across his new wounds. “I hate cis people,” he said weakly.

I looked at him and pushed his hair back from his head. “I understand why you do.”

Here is a fact: anger is a secondary emotion. Anger is how people stop themselves from hurting. Anger is how people stop themselves by empathizing.

It is easy for the drunken man to be mad at my friend. If he says “Hey, fuck you, lady,” he doesn’t have to worry about what’s so wrong about men.

It’s easy for my teacher to fail the kids who speak up. If we’re just smart-ass students, it’s not his fault we fuck up.

It’s easy for me to hate Alex for labeling me as dangerous when I’ve never hurt someone a day in my life. But I’m safe in my skin and his life is at risk just by going to the bathroom. I understand why he says things like that. I finally do.

There’s a difference between the spread of hatred and the frustration of people who are hurting. The thing is, when you are broken, there will always be someone who says “I’m worse, stop talking.” There will always be people who are mad you’re trying to steal the attention. There will always be people who get mad at the same time as you do - they hate being challenged. It changes the rules.

I say I hate all Mondays but my sister was born on one and she’s the greatest joy I have ever known. I say I hate brown but it’s really just the word and how it turns your mouth down - the colour is my hair and my eyes and my favorite sweater. I say I hate pineapple but I still try it again every Easter, just to see if it stings less this year. It’s okay to be sad when you hear someone generalize a group you’re in. But instead of assuming they’re evil and filled with hatred, maybe ask them why they think that way - who knows, you might just end up with a new and kind friend.

By telling the oppressed that their anger is unjustified, you allow the oppression to continue. I know it’s hard to stay calm. I know it’s scary. But you’re coming from the safe place and they aren’t. Just please … Try to be more understanding. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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Anonymous: Hey Shychemist. I've been following your blog for awhile and I want to bring up something that seems dated but nonetheless holds to be accurate today. I feel like the girls who consider themselves to be on the science side of tumblr to be horribly mistaken. It's statistically proven that women applicants struggle to get into stem doctorate programs, and rightfully so, they don't belong there. examples- atomic-o-licious, brainsx , adventuresinchemistry, i can't fit anymore but you get it

katsudonburi:

ecumenicalseeker:

hannahoort:

astropheminism:

nonlinearfluctuations:

chemistry-of-chaos:

dinostuck:

scientistsarepeopletoo:

adventuresinchemistry:

smilesandvials:

shychemist:

It doesn’t seem dated, your attitude is dated. This is the 21st century.

Women deserve to be in STEM programs just as much as men. I’d wager they deserve to succeed in the Sciences even more than men because of the sexism and misogyny they experience.

They struggle to get in because they’re the minority, and a lot of people who could admit them are sexist (regardless of gender) because of the society they grew up in. Its not through any intellectual weakness. These women are amazing and just as smart as the men in their fields.

You have no right to say these things to these amazing women, many of whom I consider to be friends.

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Wow. That seems like really fucking wrong. And offensive.
And I would love to take some more time out of my day to be pissed about it.
But…
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It seems that I have a lot of fucking science to do. 
So, uh, screw that.
If anybody needs me, me and my lady bits will be getting some fucking science done.

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I’m oddly excited to have been name checked by this shitty anon. Because it means that the very fact that I got into an Ivy League, top 15 science PhD program (where I fucking belong) is a giant fuck you to shitty anon. Also, shitty anons make Lewis sad. Because Lewis is a feminists science hippo.

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imageBest way for me to deal with shitty nonnies who think women can’t do science? DO MORE SCIENCE!!!! MWAHAHAHA

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Crap, I’m a woman biologist. I’d go get another career but I have a groundbreaking thesis on rapid evolution of reproductive isolation between seed beetle populations to finish. 

I’m not a well-known tumblr scientist…but I am a scientist all the same. And while I could probably obtain a more gender-appropriate occupation… I’m pretty content with the fact I’m an atmospheric chemist Additionally, I am also one of the few women who have managed to be selected to intern at NASA’s airborne research program. 

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Do I not deserve a place in the STEM fields, anon? 

Hey ladies! Mind if some physicists join in?

At the CERN visiting the CMS part of the LHC where were were working for 8 months on both computational and experimental work:

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Presenting our research at a conference on Physics of Living Systems:
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And visiting the Wind Tunnel experiment after presenting our research at Max Planck Institute at a Advances in Cardiac Dynamics Workshop

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Oh, me? What do I do? I try to understand why superbursts happen in neutron stars! This is important because: they shouldn’t happen but they do. And the implications could be astoundingly helpful for things like, oh I don’t know, nuclear fusion.

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Oh, just me, at a conference after presenting this:

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"don’t belong there"?! excuse you! 
Im not a science tumblr but i am a girl and a geologist so i kinda prove you wrong…?

In the Sorbas Basin finding fossilised bird trackways and fossilised rain drops
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Using HCl to dissolve solnhofen plattenkalk (limestones) to make plastic copies of exceptional fossils  

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On board the HMS Discovery, a state of the art scientific ship which anchors at the NOC (national oceanography centre Southampton)

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Doing some geological mapping and fieldwork in Ingleton Yorkshire

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So yeh anon, you’re wrong and very very very outdated in your opinions 

oh wow this anon thinks that women don’t belong in STEM—

better throw my archaeology B.A. in the trash, burn my thesis and stop teaching biology, chemistry and physics to the 8-12th grades.

OH WAIT
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SCIENCE TO DO

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NO TIME FOR SEXIST MAN CHILD ANONS

oh I guess I should burn the cheque I got for guest lecturing in grad school too—

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Sorry, no time to answer douchey anon. To busy getting paid handsomely to do research things like this

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While dressed fabulously like this

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Because unlike the bullshit movies would tell you, geologists don’t wear white lab coats. Something to do with all that dirt. 

I’d tell my grad school and all the funding bodies that gave me a fellowship and research grants that they were totally mistaken because girls don’t science well except OOPS ALREADY GOT MY MS IN GEOLOGY, TOO LATE. 

Well darn. Guess I better just get back to doing science instead.

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