Impartiality? When Dealing With Chauvinists?

No. No, science is not a girl thing. Nothing is a girl thing - or a boy thing, for that matter. Cars are not a boy thing, computers are not a boy thing, Sanskrit is not a boy thing: nothing that involves logic is merely a boy thing, and nothing that involves passion is merely a girl thing - either gender can possess both. And any field can involve both. Then again, men in music don't seem to face that many stereotypes, do they?

There is no such thing as an '[insert gender here] thing'. You're your own individual: you don't have to be a brash leather-clad cricket fan if you're a boy, and you don't have to wear miniskirts and goggles and lipstick if you're a girl, let alone if you're a female scientist. You can be a female scientist if you like to wear miniskirts and goggles and lipstick, but you can also be one if you wear denim - or even if you are the kind of quirky person people think all scientists are. You don't have to conform to any stereotype in order to be, well, anything.

Science doesn't bloody discriminate. I'm sorry, European Union, but Jim Kirk had it right. There's only one kind of woman - or man, for that matter: you either believe in yourself or you don't. 

For the moment, Cain out.

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Oye, Cineraria, How Was Your Paper?

Semester exams are done with. I am now going to play Mario.

I am also going to get down to the various writing tasks I have. These include original fiction of several subcategories (remind me to read up on gunshot wounds and stuff), fanfiction of one category, innumerable blog posts and at least three Cain Express posts. Oh, and random poetry. Because I have to bash my head in even for random poetry.

Note to self: must experiment with David. Exposure settings, custom colours, whatnot. Tripod, possibly. He is an able camera, and I must be able to do him justice. I have things I need to photograph.

I also have a lot of reading to do, but currently writing takes precedence. I HAVE HAD ENOUGH, GODDAMNIT. I WILL WRITE NOW 'KAY THANKS.

Another note: must get self a new Pal cassette. (Dear lord, Sony BMG, why haven't you released Pal on LP yet? I would buy the hell out of that record. And hug it and stare at it and grin at it like an idiot.)

And I need to compress the concert videos. They are not actually very long (>.<), but still manage to be freaking awesome (insert steamed-up smiley here).

I also need to go through my class notes for this semester and put up a few choice snippets. Inorganic has been pretty delicious this past month. X)

Speaking of delicious, I also need to get on the Aston Martin configurator screencapping. *pokes previous post*
The Viraaage *dies*

Also when I encounter letters that come in sets of three, I suddenly have this maniacal desire to put a 'freakin'' before the last one. NC Freakin' R. BM Freakin' W. mg freakin' h. (yes, that last is the formula for potential energy and has nothing whatsoever to do with anything I've been studying for at least the past year and a half.)

Incidentally, I am damned if I'm not going to learn to drive this vacation.
please, Caffeine, stop being so sexy

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