women-in-science:

Corrinne Burns & Tania Browne: Targeting economically disadvantaged people should be our priority if we’re serious about increasing diversity in science

This one hits home for me because I am from a “disadvantaged” background.

thepandaspensieve:

mswyrr:

autoluminescence:

mswyrr:

Gender composition of scholarly publications (1665 - 2011)

Like, THIS THIS ALL OF THIS, but I don’t think this graphic alone even demonstrates how bad the situation is.

Here’s another one of the images from the article:

Not only are men overwhelmingly the authors of scientific papers, but when women *are* given authorship, it’s somewhere in the middle of the author list.

This might seem a little irrelevant if you’re unfamiliar with the academy, so here’s a helpful primer, courtesy PhD comics:

Just to reiterate: the first author led the project. The last author (the PI) heads the lab. These are, really, the only two names anyone reading the paper cares about, even though the peeps in the middle (third author to third-to-last author) did the lion’s share of the actual science.

Women are the worker bees of the scientific academy. They’re admitted to tech and beginning graduate groups in droves, but the glass ceiling hits hard somewhere between their post-doc and first tenured position.

Women are doing science. They just aren’t getting any of the credit.

Reblogged for this excellent commentary. I’m more aware of how discrimination works in Humanities, so it’s interesting to have more information on the science field specific bias.

If anyone’s curious about this and wants a more thorough breakdown, Cordelia Fine’s book “Delusions of Gender,” is pretty excellent.  Also I have the pdf if you want it, just inbox me. c:

Feminism has NOTHING TO DO WITH RACE WHY ARE YOU MAKING IT ABOUT RACE 

• white feminists: HOW IS FEMINISM A RACE THING
• Indigenous Women: Because what you call feminism you stole from us, like everything else we owned. We'd like that back by the way.
• Black Women: We were doing it and doing it better before you white girls too.
• “Third-World” Women of Color: Because you justify bombing us in the name of Women’s liberation.
• Men of Color: Because you depict us as being inherently sexual predators and criticize us more and more intensely than white men for the same shit.
• Trans* Women of Color: Because you depict us as rapist men out to steal the female form and exclude us from spaces we desperately need to feel safe because people kill us and no one cares.
• Women of Color in general: Because you refuse to acknowledge how your white privilege has been used to oppress people of color for centuries and the intersectional experiences that women of color face. How white supremacy, colonialism and imperialism imposed your shitty Western gender binary upon us with your shitty gender roles and your shitty patriarchy on top of the racism we face, makes us and our bodies seen as inherently rapeable, killable and less than subhuman. Acknowledge race you white fuckers.

readnfight:

by Rowland Túpac Keshena

For those who don’t know much about me, I am a currently studying for a Masters Degree in Public Issues Anthropology, specializing in a Fanon and MLM infused analysis of revolutionary Native nationalist and anti-colonialist movements in North Amerika. I also have really strong interrelated interests in revolutionary critical pedagogy, the “reindigenization” of the Chicano community and movement and, the subject of this post, indigenous feminism. Anyway, one of the perks of my program is that I can create my own courses, and I’ve taken such a route this semester by creating my own directed studies course in indigenous feminist theory.

The growth of indigenous feminism is, for me, a huge interest, both personal and academic, not just because of the obvious importance struggling against both white supremacist (ne0)colonial capitalism and hetero-patriarchy if we want to achieve meaningful freedom, justice and equality, but also because for a long time the status quo within our movement was that you could not be both a feminist and a native warrior. On the one hand we are not Native enough if we call ourselves and our movement feminist, but on the other we are not feminist enough for the whitestream feminists since we pointing out that the whitestream movement does not take us, and our unique experiences and struggles into account. I am indigenous man and I find this to be one of the greatest failings of our movement, and for that reason I wholeheartedly endorse, support and promote the rise of an indigenous feminism.

Anyway, with that in mind and in the spirit of sharing ideas, and radical education I’ve decided to post my reading list for others to take a look a lot, critique and/or otherwise contribute their thoughts. It’s made up of a mix of books and articles, both academic and non-academic, which are available on line.

Books:

Making Space for Indigenous Feminism, edited by Joyce Green

I Am Woman: A Native Perspective on Sociology and Feminism, by Lee Maracle

From a Native Daughter: Colonialism and Sovereignty in Hawaii, by Haunani-Kay Trask

Conquest: Sexual Violence and American Indian Genocide, by Andrea Smith

Talkin’ Up to the White Woman: Indigenous Women and Feminism, by Eileen Morton-Robinson

Online Articles:

Indigenous Feminism Without Apology, by Andrea Smith

Jennifer Nez Denetdale on Indigenous Feminisms

An Indigenous Perspective on Feminism, Militarism, and the Environment, by Winona LaDuke

Zapatismo and the Emergence of Indigenous Feminism, by Aida Hernandez Castillo

Academic Journal Publications:

Wicazo Sa Review “Native Feminisms: Legacies, Interventions, and Indigenous Sovereignties,” guest edited by Mishuana R. Goeman and Jennifer Nez Denetdale

Whiteness Matters: Implications of Talking Up to the White Woman, by Eileen Morton-Robinson

Race, Tribal Nation, and Gender: A Native Feminist Approach to Belonging, by Renya Ramirez

Introduction: Special Issue on Native American Women, Feminism, and Indigenism, by Anne Waters

Patriarchal Colonialism and Indigenism: Implications for Native Feminist Spirituality and Native Womanism, by M. A. Jaimes Guerrero

Dismantling the Master’s Tools with the Master’s House: Native Feminist Liberation Theologies, by Andrea Smith

oh my gods yes. This reading list is amazing.

faineemae:

misandrwitch:

im in love

i’ve met them, they’re so amazing.

‎”In the event that you are watching me scream about abortion online, you should know that SB134, HB1037 (Fetal Pain Bill) and HB1098 (the Fetal Heartbeat Bill) have NO EXEMPTIONS FOR RAPE, INCEST, OR LIFE OF THE MOTHER. Also, in case you’re wondering, Arkansas grants rapists PATERNITY RIGHTS. This means a few things:

1.) If the fetus is not viable, women will have to CARRY THEM TO TERM, which is an undue psychological and physical burden.
2.) If the mother is dying, the physician will be criminalized for performing a late-term abortion.
3.) Abortion will be illegal after 6 weeks (way before most people know they’re pregnant). Women will start to die again through self-inflicted abortions.
4.) Given that men make more money in the state of Arkansas, rapists will often get CUSTODY of their children or full visitation rights.

If this seems humane, then you should probably de-friend me. Like, now.”

-Dr. Lisa Corrigan

—

pulled from someone on my facebook

who i love

(via curiousmeans)

As someone who has spent the last several years of her life focused on Reproductive Rights activist work in Arkansas and Reproductive Rights research within the academy, I AM FUCKING PISSED.

As a sexual assault survivor, I AM FUCKING PISSED.

As a woman, I AM FUCKING PISSED.

This is ridiculous.

Fuck you, Arkansan Republicans. Or just Republicans in general.

(via thenewwomensmovement)

I’m not even from Arkansas, and I’M FUCKING PISSED!!!

(via thepoliticalfreakshow)

This is my favorite day. 

fuckyeahfeminists:

sktagg23:

the only time i’ve ever approved of trolling

“We live in a country where politicians call rape a “gift from God” and suggest that women regularly lie about being raped. Where a group of young men in high school think so little of sexual assault that they thought it was fine - hilarious, even - to post pictures online of a passed out rape victim, and to live-tweet the rape, joking about the victim being urinated on. We live in a country where media as revered as The New York Times finds it necessary to describe an 11-year-old gang rape victim as “wearing makeup and fashions more appropriate to a woman in her 20s.” Where a woman can be fired because her boss finds her “irresistable” and a woman’s rape case falls flat because she isn’t married.

It’s time to acknowledge that the rape epidemic in the United States is not just about the crimes themselves, but our own cultural and political willful ignorance. Rape is as American as apple pie - until we own that, nothing will change.”

—

- Jessica Valenti, The Nation (via missrep)

Yeah so Americans can climb right off that ‘India is so backwards w/r/t women’ high horse right now.

(via uhohkinks)

elysethegorgon:

nativeamericannews:

Anonymous Creates Map of Turtle Island’s Missing and Murdered Aboriginal Women

The online hacker group Anonymous has turned its attention to Canada’s missing and murdered women, compiling a map from police reports and online public input that designates each case across Turtle Island for the past 10 years with a glaring red circle.

This is the kind of Anonymous I want to see.

Quick, strong, political, honest, and angry.

Was Beyoncé attractive, sexy even? To be sure. But more than anything, she was powerful. Few things are more threatening to a male audience than a beautiful, powerful woman who doesn’t need a man, or even a male gaze.
Perhaps folk didn’t consciously notice there wasn’t a single male performer on stage. But for those few minutes, there were no male voices and no male bodies in control, only women who refused to be owned. And it wasn’t women just dancing up there, though the cameras largely focused on that. The women onstage were creating, everything. They appropriated traditional male images and transformed them female ones — not women just imitating men. They were claiming roles and instruments traditionally held by men: the horns and saxophones, the pyrotechnic guitar solo.
They were fierce, but refused to be masculinized or objectified. —

A Defiant Dance of Power, Not Sex: Beyoncé, the Super Bowl and Durga by David Henson

#at one point in the halftime show i turned to meg and said: there are no men on that stage #and it was one of the best moments of my life #and if you think that i’m exaggerating #i’m not #there were no men on that stage #and it was absolutely fucking GLORIOUS #AND POWERFUL #AND AMAZING #god bless

(via funkyfine)

deathtiel:

#misandry sharks sounds like an angry girl band name

dance-at-bougival:

#ruined by kings and now ruiner of kings #honestly do you know how much potential this film would have had as a real examination of queenship/femininity in a patriarchal world? #the answer is a lot #it could have been utterly breathtaking and amazing and ridiculously on point #if they had used beauty as a repeated motif - because yes yes ravenna is right #because queens are figureheads who rarely get to rule; because women are judged on what they look like #and so in a world like that - to take power; to take true power #you have to use your weakness and fashion it into your strength #so yes yes beauty is power #cosmetics and physical appearance as an extension of the will #’as strong as an arm’ #and beauty is how ravenna conquers but faith is how snow conquers #it could have been amazing as an examination of the two different forms of queenship #ravenna who uses her very self as a weapon against the world and snow #who had been forged by the world and comes back in armour with no pretensions to feminine beauty or tradition #to take the throne #two methods of conquest and both succeed. and in time the throne will rest as heavily on snow as it did on ravenna #jesus christ you deserved a better script

lightspeedsound:

gynocraticgrrl:

Trigger Warning: mention of rape, graphic violence. It is Spartacus we’re talking about here.

One time, I overheard these male students in one of my classes discussing the Spartacus series and without any hesitation, I chimed in…

just shut up.  

gyzym:

First, a story. 

So, my first semester of my freshman year of college, I took this Intro to Women’s Studies class. The class met for five hours a week, one two hour session and one three hour session, and the breakdown of students was what I eventually discovered to be the typical sampling in any Women’s Studies class with no pre-recs at my mid-sized, southern Ohio state school. There were a number of girls who would become, or were already part of, the feminist advocacy groups on campus; there were a number of girls who would prove themselves to be opposed to feminism in both concept and practice, one of whom I distinctly recall giving a presentation on the merits of the “Mrs. Degree,” while my professor’s eye twitched in muted horror; there were a handful of girls and at least one guy I’d come to know later through assorted campus queer groups; and there were, of course, the three to six dudebros, self-admittedly there to “meet chicks,” all but one or two of whom would drop the class after the first midterm. At eighteen, I was myself a feminist in name but not in practice—I believed in the idea behind feminism (which is, for the record, that people should be on equal footing regardless of gender, not that we should CRUSH ALL MEN BENEATH THE VICIOUS HEELS OF OUR DOC MARTENS GLORY HALLELUJAH), but I didn’t actually know anything about it. I could not identify the waves of feminism. Intersectionality and how the movement is crap at it were not things of which I was aware. Never had I ever encountered the writings of bell hooks. In a lucky break, you do not need to know about the waves of feminism, or know what intersectionality is, or have read bell hooks to read this essay! (But you should read bell hooks. Everyone should read bell hooks. bell hooks is FUCKING AWESOME.) 

The first couple of weeks of this class were about what you’d expect. The professor was fun and engaging, but she was not exactly pulling out the eye-opening stops on our wide-eyed freshman asses. There were handouts. There were selections of the textbook for reading. There was a very depressing class about domestic violence, abuse, and rape that was the typical rattling off of terms and horrific statistics that everyone winced at, but that nobody really internalized. The dudebros snickered in the back corner, grouped together like they would be infested by cooties if they spread out, occasionally chiming in with helpful comments like, “Dude, the lady on the back of this book is smoking,” and getting turned down by each girl in the class, on whom they were hitting in what I can only assume was a pre-determined descending order of hotness. The queer kids, myself included, huddled in the other corner making pithy comments. The up-and-coming active feminists glared at the bros, who leered back, and the Mrs. Degree-friendly crowd mostly texted under their desks and made it very clear that they were only there for humanities credit. Again, it was a fairly typical southern Ohio state school class full of fairly typical southern Ohio state school freshmen. Nobody was super engaged, is what I am saying here. Nobody, myself included, was really eating it up with a spoon. 

And then one day, my professor opened the class with, “So, who here has seen Beauty and the Beast?” 

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“But consuming media critically is a skill, and in an age where media is more prevalent than ever before, it’s a skill worth having. It’s a skill worth having because you are going to continue to be exposed to media, and it is going to continue to attempt to manipulate you. It’s a skill worth having because it makes it less difficult to see people talking shit about things you like, not more. It’s a skill worth having because some of the shit being taught en masse by media is horrible scary damaging shit, and maybe you don’t think you’ve learned that horrible scary damaging shit, and maybe you don’t think you’re susceptible to that horrible scary damaging, and honestly? Maybe you haven’t. Maybe you’re not. I don’t know you. But I know that a classroom full of average southern Ohio state school students went silent in horror at the full realization of what Beauty and the Beast teaches kids too young to know better.”