#steminism

[bigbadivy]

Leaving my world at your care

prompt: “I do not know what tomorrow will bring, but whatever happens, please… take care of my cat.”

She had an hour.

And she used to go to him.

Heroine stepped through the boy’s dorms as quietly and as quickly as she could. None of the guys were out, probably scared of the punishments for dismissing bed-time.

It didn’t matter to her.

In less than an hour, she would be too far away from the academy. Which was terrifying, but meant that she could forget about certain rules.

Just as she started to enjoy her little rebellious freedom, she found his dorm. The headboy’s dorm. Her sole rival.

The stakes were too high to care about whether or not she obeys bedtime.

She took out the key bunch she had in her pocket, which she was given by her homeroom teacher to help him ensure no troubles were made inside the dorms.

“The teacher’s bunch? hm, you know, acting like a complete nerd won’t help you become smarter than me.”

“Maybe. But it will help me sneak mice into your room.”

Now Rival will learn his lesson.

She searched for the right key and unlocked the door, a bit at unease from the audible sounds the lock made.

Surprisingly, the room was not entirely dark. Rival’s windows were open and the full moon shed some light inside.

He was not in his bed.

Instead, he was sprawled over his table, his neck placed on his bookand his back crooked onward. This did not seem comfortable. And it would hurt when he wakes up.

“How come no one invented a way to not be stiff after sitting…?”

“You mean like, stretching?”

“...”

“Nerd.”

She knew that this astronomy exam stressed everyone, but she didn’t imagine him like… He looked so tired. Perhaps she teased his last score too much. 

and she had no time to help now.

I’m scared, too.

Heroine got closer to him, and raised her hand to his shoulder, but then froze.

He had enough to worry about, and she doesn’t know how he would react to her request- Nor what he will imagine is the reason for such a strange plea…

Right now, at least one of them got to rest.

But it wasn’t just her on the line anymore. She cannot just keep these problems to herself. And maybe, somehow, she had a feeling that he would rather know.

“Hey, Rival,”

She touched his shoulder lightly. It took a moment before there was any reaction. He groaned a bit, still resting his face above his arm. He turned to her side, opening his eyelids in a rusty way.

Heroine couldn’t help but smile at his widened, chestnut eyes.

“Heroine…?”

His voice was barely audible. 

“Yes, it’s me. I came to… well…”

She took a moment to collect the right words. The stakes were high, but she couldn’t stress him more than needed.

He brought his head up and straightened himself. Looking right at her.

“What’s wrong?”

Nothing, yet. But not for long.

“I need a favor from you.”

He nodded slightly and waited. Looking more serious than she ever saw him.

She didn’t want this. She wanted to comment on his messy bed hair and banter and see his smirk and just go back to her normal life.

“I will leave the school for a while and… and I cannot take my…”

She took a big breath.

“My cat. She’ll have to stay here and she doesn’t trust anyone besides… Will you please…”

“I will take care of Nova.”

Rival tried to smile reassuringly, still looking a bit tense. But the promise meant the world to her. 

Heroine smiled for a bit, too.

“Thank you, I don’t know what I… How would I leave without knowing she’s safe.”

But both of their smiles died down quickly.

“...where are you going?”

She inhaled, hoping to keep herself calm. And him, too.

“I do not know, but I have to. And… and I want to.”

He stared at her for a moment. He still looked tired, but also tense, and… and something else.

“Is it dangerous?”

Yes. I’m scared, Rival.

“I cannot tell you, Rival. This is my own problem.”

“Hero-”

“I never wanted to get you involved. But it’s… Nova, she doesn’t trust anyone besides me, and well…”

and you.

“You can get me involved in everything,”

He said, standing up and holding her gaze.

“Whatever this is, I can help. Please, I never saw you this anxious.”

He extended his hand towards hers, not quite touching, but closer than ever.

She closed the gap, holding his hand.

I’ll miss you, Rival.

Heroine then came forward, hugging him.

He was surprised, but accepting. Wrapping his arms around her himself. It felt nice and warm, and Heroine held him like she’d hold the last piece of normalcy she had.

Her clock buzzed. It was midnight.

“I need to go.”

Heroine said, not moving yet. She felt him sighning and nodding. 

They slowly let go of each other, and Heroine took out the key bunch and gave it to him. For one last moment, he held her hands.

“I won't let you down. I’ll take care of her for as long as needed.”

“Thank you, Rival.”

Heroine started walking away, she opened the door, and looked back once more. Rival’s deep brown eyes were still on her. Still too fearful for her liking.

“I will come back, as soon as possible. Enjoy being the top student while you can.”

She meant it. She will return, maybe sooner than expected. She will come back and hug him again and banter and hold Nova and stress about their exams and everything will be normal.

He smiled at her, hope and playfulness in his eyes. That was how she wanted to remember him.

“Enjoy being a dork in the outside world, nerd.”

“Oh, I will.”

Heroine closed the door and went her way, walking with ease. Knowing that she will return She will come back to hug him again and banter and hold Nova and stress about their exams and everything will be normal.

knowing all of that, Heroine walked into the night with confident steps.

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[dokani]

you both will have gotten you masters in cuntology with a concentration in motherlogical studies from the university of servington

cuddy looks SO GOOD in this episode she smiled and i actually blushed

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[vespera-neci-foland]

people need to leave you alone. you deserve to beat someone up. whatever happened to supporting women in stem??

Exactly, thank you. #steminism

[sexcromancy]

okay gonna try to organize my AHU thoughts I've been thinking about it all day and came up with three rough categories of interest

misogyny+steminism+patriarchy: how the gendered dynamics play out in this fantasy, what is and isn't desired and included. the very real misogyny of STEM fields, the chivalric patriarchal interference of the love interests. the alpha male who's been to therapy. etc. and then also the violence of this desirable possessiveness, that when your only options are violent men threatening you or violent men protecting you, the violent men protecting you start to look damn good. also everyone's got daddy/mommy/abandonment issues (all these frigging girls are orphans) which perfectly set the stage for finding "family" with a lover (and obligatory gay best friend)

fanfiction+star wars+origins: these books are inextricably tied to reylo (for me and for Ali, she explicitly mentions reylo in the acknowledgements of love hypothesis). that manifests in such curious ways to me - Adam+Levi are absolutely physically based on adam driver, and there's plenty of recognizable characters from TFA in LH, but otherwise it's so... shallow? if she was writing fanfic, it was always already pretty far from the source material (and I know bc I've read her actual fanfic too). in the context of broader published former fanfic writer conversations (rwrb, tlt, etc) what does it mean to have obvious influence but arguably loose grasp on the source material?

tropes+repetition: why are they all the same. why are they all the same. why does it bother me so much that Adam and Levi are both kylo ren but also neither of them are, it's very two guys one guy (yay!) and it's also very fetish, in the strictest sense of the word: obsessive and repetitive focus. I've thought a lot about Ali writing a/b/o in fic and in her next novel, and how so many of the repeated romantic/sexual tropes are a/b/o reskins (size difference, possessiveness, love at first sight, etc). but why not just go for it? there's plenty of raunchier stuff on the romance market. is this marketing? embarrassment? what is the reason.

most of what compels me about these books fits into these three buckets, with generous room for overlap. very excited to read love theoretically whenever I get it from the library to see how it does + doesn't clarify or deepen these thoughts.

[daisies-and-lavender-sideblog]

STEMIN JESUS IS RIGHT HOLY FUCK

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established soap x fem!reader, ghost x fem!reader, pre-ghoap x fem!reader, soap & ghost are menaces, johnny sends porn without consent, just 3.5k words full of dialogue & everyone being nasty

“shove it up your ass, mactavish!”

“bonnie, wait—” johnny reached out to grab your arm to keep you from storming past him and to your bedroom, but you yanked yourself out of his grasp with a scowl on your pretty face.

“don’t you bonnie me, john. i cannot believe you!” you almost laughed when he started protesting at your use of his government name.

“john?!” he squawked indignantly, before narrowing his eyes.

you raised an eyebrow at your lover, “that’s your name, is it not?”

a deep rumble of laughter sounded off from behind you, making you turn to see simon sitting on your sofa, staring at both of you with an expression full of mirth. you glared at him for a second, then turned back to johnny who was pouting. well he should have thought about that before he did what he did.

“you better explain yourself, johnny. how did simon get that video of me?” as soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted asking, because you already know the answer. you watched johnny glance at simon first, then back to you, before he shrugged and gave you a look. he’d sent the video to simon. “did you show kyle too?” you asked with a look of horror. “what about your captain?” you’d have to go dig a hole and bury yourself in it if he did.

johnny, the bastard, actually had the audacity to smirk and tell you that he only sent the video to simon, and that he should have sent him the other one too. it was obvious to you, that your man clearly didn’t give a damn.

all you could do was stare at him in shock. "what the hell is wrong with you!? i know he's your bestie, but do you have to share everything with him?” you’re actually terrified at the thought of johnny letting simon watch the other video.

"that a problem, doll?"

"is that a—yes, it’s a problem,” you snapped at simon, before sighing loudly. “you know what, screw this." you needed to be far away from them.

but you don't even make it off the couch. two sets of hands yanked you back down. you let out a hiss of annoyance when simon mentioned the movie not being over yet. as if you really gave a shit about what’s happening on the tv screen.

“yer the one who picked it out in the first place, hen.”

you make sure johnny sees which finger you’re holding up in his direction. fuck off. to annoy you even further, johnny made sure to give you as less space as possible, so that you were practically sitting in their laps. you begged whichever god who would listen to give you strength. you folded your arms over your chest with a huff as you stared at the tv screen, while silently conjuring up ways to make johnny pay for sending simon that video of you fucking yourself with your favorite dildo.

“gonna pout about it?” simon asked, his voice low in your ear.

you rolled your eyes at him, silently fuming when he laughed. you wanted so badly to tell him and johnny to go to hell, but you kept your mouth shut. and you were too silent for their liking, seeing as though you always had something to say during movie night.

“ye not gonna stay mad at us all night, are ye bonnie?” johnny asked with an imploring look, his blue eyes getting sadder by the second.

“don’t look at me like that, mactavish,” you scowled, before turning your head away. he wasn’t fooling anybody with those puppy dog eyes.

“for what’s it worth, it was good wankin’ material.”

simon’s words and johnny’s poorly concealed laughter was your last straw. they watched you shove your way off the sofa and stomp down the hallway to your bedroom, both of them wincing when you made sure to slam the door as loud as you could.

johnny heaved a sigh. “well ye’v gone and done it now, simon.”

simon waved him off, telling him that you’d be fine once you were done with your tantrum. he gave you a few more minutes, before he got off the sofa and headed straight for your bedroom. he was surprised when the doorknob turned without any resistance. you didn’t even sit up when you heard the door open. you knew it would only be a matter of time, before one of them barged into the room.

“you done actin’ like a brat?”

your first thought was to ignore him, but then you realized simon wasn’t going to go away if you didn’t answer his question. “just leave me alone, simon.”

but simon refused. you let out a groan when you felt the bed shift, as warm hands tried to pry your legs open. “let me in.”

you don’t move. you stare off to the side, so you don’t have to look at him. you’re still upset with him and johnny. “could have sworn i told you to leave me alone,” you pointed out, not even bothering to hide your annoyance. you really wanted to tell him to kiss your ass, but knowing the type of man simon was, he would have flipped you over, pulled your shorts down and did just that.

“wanna fuck you, let me in,” simon demanded as he rubbed up and down your thighs.

you pressed your lips together to hide a soft moan when he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. you had half a mind to push him away, while the rest of your brain zeroed in on the fact that your pussy was starting to get wet. then you remembered johnny, your fucking boyfriend, who was still in the living room. you sat up so fast, you almost knocked your knee into simon’s skull. and maybe you should have, it would serve him right.

“this is crazy.” simon’s never approached you like this before. “why do you want to–” you looked away, not even being able to finish your sentence. simon wanted to fuck you and you were going to let him, if you were satisfied with his answer.

“because i want you,” he confessed in a flat tone. “wanted you since the first day johnny introduced us to each other.”

what!?

your eyes widened at that. “simon that was seven months ago!” you were wondering why the hell he never said anything. “when you say you want me, what does that even mean?” you’re almost afraid to hear the answer. did simon just want sex? or did he want more? did you even want him to have more than just your pussy?

“want you to cum on my cock.” simon also wanted you to be his. he wanted to bury himself in your heart and in your pussy every day for the rest of his life, but he didn’t say it out loud. he didn’t want to spook you.

you let out a choked noise at the sight of him watching you while he palmed his cock through his sweatpants. “i think i’m about to pass out,” you told him, sounding a little hysterical. “and johnny? i don’t even—”

simon cut you off, “get in here, mactavish!”

when johnny entered the room, you demanded for both of them to explain themselves. your man was fine with sharing you with simon. he’d mentioned it to simon the day he sent him the video of you with a dildo buried in your pussy. they were both fine with it, they just hadn’t gotten around to asking you yet. once you gave them both an earful, you let them know that you were willing to try. but before that could happen, simon just had to mention the other video.

“let me see it, johnny.”

you shot johnny a panicked look after hearing simon’s demand, because you know he’s gonna end up doing whatever simon tells him to do. he always did. fucking assholes. you almost bust your ass trying to scramble off the bed to get to johnny. you wanted to wipe the smugness off his face, when he pulled his phone out and tossed it to simon, much to your dismay. they ignored your protests as simon located johnny’s camera roll. you watched helplessly as he told simon which video it was.

digging that hole and burying yourself in it sounded like a great idea in that moment, as the sounds of your moans filled the room. you could hear how wet you had been that day. you were absolutely mortified by the way you whimpered and moaned simon’s name like it had been his fingers fucking you and not your own.

simon let out a low, “fuckin’ hell,” before he launched the phone onto the bed and yanked you into his arms, so he could kiss you senseless. when he pulled back to let you breathe again, he had a look in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine. “naughty girl. how long have you been thinkin’ about me while you fuck yourself? weeks? months?”

“si–simon, wait,” you managed to stutter out breathlessly while you tried to get your brain working again. you weren’t even sure you could do that, with the way simon was scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin on your neck.

simon paid you no mind. he was starting to become impatient. he tossed you onto the bed, with a wicked grin on his lips, then buried his nose right into the fabric of the shorts covering your bare pussy. you inhaled sharply when his large warm hands started tugging your clothes off, leaving you bare, while you watched him step away from the bed to get undressed. his honey brown eyes watched the way you sat there, mesmerized at the sight of his cock, a soft whine spilling from your lips when he started lazily stroking himself.

johnny laughed softly at the expression on your face, before raising a brow at simon. “givin’ us a show, LT?”

simon shot him an amused look, “camera, johnny.”

johnny grabbed his phone off the bed, muttering something about getting the best angles, while simon began to work two thick digits in and out of your glistening pussy.

“f-fuck,” you whimpered when those talented fingers danced across your spongy walls and brushed up against your g-spot. it felt like you were being tortured with how slow simon was working you over. you swore he was doing that shit on purpose. “you can’t go any faster than that?”

you let out a strangled cry when simon pinched your clit. you hissed when he barked out a laugh at the sight of you trying to clamp your thighs shut around his hands. simon was a mean asshole, and so was johnny for sitting right next to you with his stupid phone in his hand and a grin on his face while he recorded you getting bullied. you hated them both.

“open up, princess,” simon cooed, before gripping his cock and dragging it up and down your slick folds, making you moan each time his tip brushed up against your sensitive bud. “so wet f’me.”

“simon, please.” you wanted him to stop fucking around and start stuffing his fat cock in your hole. you’d start begging if you had to.

you were about to let him have it, when he finally slid his cock into your sopping wet pussy with a drawn out moan. he pulled back out slowly, then bullied his cock back in, silently enjoying the way your back arched up off the bed as a broken moan spilled from that pretty mouth of yours.

“oh, god,” you choked out. you felt so full, stuffed to the brim. you stared up at simon with a slightly dazed look and begged him to move.

simon hooked one of you legs over his shoulder and wasted no time driving his cock in and out of your drooling pussy. he chuckled darkly when you wailed and clawed at his back. when you told him to move, you didn’t mean like this. he was tearing your shit up and all you could do was take it as you babbled incoherent words that neither johnny nor simon could understand. every gasp, every moan you let out, only motivated simon to fuck you harder. he wanted to see you fall apart. you were always so composed when he was around, but now he had your pussy around his cock and your nails leaving scratch marks on his back, while you sang to the heavens.

the delicious glide of simon’s cock against your spongy walls was enough to make you cry. you couldn’t stop the tears that sprang to your eyes as you held onto simon for dear life. you wanted him to smother you. you wanted him to ruin you. “please, please, please,” you sobbed with every smack of his hips against yours.

“ye okay, hen?” johnny’s voice was laced with concern, but his eyes were full of hunger. you looked so fucking good with simon’s cock in you. he let out a hiss when he pressed his free hand against the bulge in his basketball shorts. “fuck.”

“she’s fine, just a little needy thing,” simon bit out with a snap of his hips while he looked down at you, a warm feeling blossoming in his chest at the cries of pleasure you emitted. “look at you being a good girl f’me, lettin’ me fuck this sweet pussy of yours. just takin’ my cock like you were made for it.”

“i–i–oh!” you let out a cry when your pussy started spasming around simon’s cock, as your orgasm took you by surprise.

you let out a yelp when simon pinched your nipple and leveled you with a glare. “i don’t remember telling you to cum, princess,” he said rudely.

you couldn’t string up a decent reply to placate the man. it was his fault for fucking you so good. he continued wreaking havoc on your pussy while you were coming down from your high, which was slowly going back up as his cock struck your g-spot repeatedly. your gasps and moans were like music to johnny ears. he loved the way you looked getting your pussy stretched out by his best friend. what a beautiful sight it was, you in a pleasure induced haze, mind completely empty of thoughts while simon fucked you six ways to sunday.

johnny’s hand slipped into the waistband of his shorts so he could free his cock. he was so fucking hard he thought he would die if he didn’t cum. he wrapped his hand around his cock and started thrusting his hips, moaning softly at the sight of simon’s cock pistoning in and out of you. the fact that simon hadn’t cum in your pussy yet was crazy to him.

“look at what you’re doing to johnny,” simon crooned as he reached out to grab your chin and turn your head towards johnny, whose eyes were glazed over while he fisted his leaking cock.

the noise you let out when you realized johnny’s eyes were on you, was absolutely filthy. you almost lost your damn mind when simon reached between both of you and started rubbing at your puffy clit. the sheer pleasure of being fucked and having that sensitive bundle of nerves be caressed by simon’s thick fingers, had you teetering on the brink of insanity. simon had you right where he wanted you, teary eyed and cock-drunk while you let out whine after whine, as he continued his assault on your clit.

“want you to cum for me again. think you can be a good girl and give me another one?” simon let out a moan when you nodded frantically and started babbling about about being his good girl.

hearing you call yourself simon’s good girl, sent johnny into a frenzy, his moans bouncing off the walls as he fisted his cock in sync with with the way simon was pounding you into the mattress. the phone lay on the bed, forgotten, while johnny gave into his need to cum. “ah, shit….fuck.” he was so close.

simon, always aware of his surroundings, even while he’s fucking you into oblivion, barked out an order for johnny to stop. he wanted him to cum in your mouth, and had strict orders for you to keep johnny’s cum in your mouth.

johnny let out a whine, but snapped his mouth shut when simon gave him a sharp look and told him to hurry up. your lover took his time feeding cock down your throat, before he cradled your head in his heads and started thrusting. his eyes slipped shut as pure bliss took over his facial expression. you let out a warbled moan around johnny’s cock at the sight of him lost in his pleasure.

“gonna let us take what we need, lovie?” simon cooed as he rocked into you, moaning when your pussy nearly choked him to death. he’d slowed down a bit, wanting to savor the moment of you coming undone with their cocks in your wet holes.

with johnny stuffed in your mouth, you couldn’t speak. the best you could do, was let out a broken moan while you drooled around the fat cock in your mouth. you let both men play tug of war with your body, until you couldn’t take it anymore as waves of pleasure crashed into you while you came, almost violently to johnny praising you for being his sweet bonnie girl, and simon’s filthy muttering about filling you up with his cum until it starts to leak out of your ears.

simon’s the next one to cum. he’s moaning and groaning in your ear like a whore, like he’s the one getting fucked into the mattress. he’s too pussy drunk to even notice you writhing underneath him as you cry out around johnny’s cock. your pussy is starting to become overstimulated, making you wish simon would cum already. and then finally, his hips start to stutter while he fucked frantically into your sloppy hole. “fuck, i’m gonna—” a broken sob left his lips as his cum painted your walls.

when he was finally able to breathe again, simon presses a kiss to your temple then rolled off of you, so he could watch johnny fuck your throat. you looked so pretty with your lips wrapped around his cock. “ease up, johnny. let her work for a bit.”

when johnny’s grip on your head lessened, you rolled over onto your stomach and gripped his cock in your hand, pulling off with wet a sound, spitting on it, then swirling your tongue around the tip.

“steamin’ jesus!” johnny choked out, when you had him fully engulfed in your mouth once more, head bobbing up and down as you took him deep in your throat.

johnny’s soft little ah, ah, ah, ahs made you speed up your movements, as you twisted your fingers around his wet length and slurped at the bulbous head of his cock. you teased and edged him for a bit, before he started getting annoyed. you shot him a look of amusement when he slapped your hands away from his cock.

“ye wanna play, bonnie?” he asked, his voice dangerously soft.

you’d almost forgotten about the times when johnny’s mean streak would slip out during sex, and unfortunately for you, this was one of those times. you didn’t even fight it when he pried your mouth open and shoved his cock back down your throat. he fucked your throat so hard it brought tears to your eyes. johnny cooed at you when a sob broke through.

“ye can take it, hen. thas’ what yer mouth was made for.”

you whined, but took it nonetheless. it’s not like you could move anyway with simon curled around you. his roaming hands had found their way between your sticky thighs. you could still feel his cum leaking out of your aching pussy. “you close, johnny?” you heard him ask while his fingers delivered lazy strokes to your sensitive clit. johnny moaned out his reply, just as simon’s soft, “be a good boy and cum for us, johnny,” filled his ears.

johnny came with a cry, his hips snapping forward as thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock and into your mouth. he sank down on the bed with his eyes closed murmuring something about that being the best head of his life.

“open up, let me taste our boy.”

you did as you were told, moaning when simon turned your head to him and shoved his tongue in your cum-filled mouth and drank from you. the kiss was sloppy and johnny’s cum was dribbling down your chin, while simon licked every crevice of your mouth. when he saw how empty your mouth was, he spit it in, then pressed a kiss to your lips. your eyes almost popped out of your head when he used his tongue to clean up stray drops of johnny’s cum from your chin. and you thought johnny was the only freak in your life.

simon was fucking nasty, and you loved it.

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a/n: i will continue this eventually

[roesolo]

Beulah Has a Hunch! - a salute to STEMinism!

Beulah Has a Hunch! : Inside the Colorful Mind of Master Inventor Beulah Louise Henry, by Katie Mazeika, (Oct. 2023, Beach Lane Books), $18.99, ISBN: 9781665903639 Ages 6-9 Beulah Louise Henry may be one of the coolest inventors we haven’t heard of. Born in North Carolina in 1887, Henry had both hyperphantasia – she saw things in extreme detail in her mind – and synesthesia – words, numbers, and…

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[topoillogical]

My grandparents did this. Took the first three letters of each and smashed em together.

Probably unwise to share my mothers maiden name on here, so I'll pick some last names that are close enough. If my granddad was Mr. Stefanov and my grandma was Miss Mincheva, they got married and became Mr. and Mrs. Stemin

the big brain move is for married couples to just make up a new last name

i know! this is the objectively correct response. big fan of the wienersmiths

[theravenclawstudent]

So my department sent me a certificate acknowledging my contributions as an advisor/trainer for one of their events, but they used the wrong pronouns ('his' instead of 'her') and now I have been crying for the past two hours. 😭

[persephone-plasmids]

Guys, I wrote a book that's basically just a giant love letter to Bioshock and physics then added some romance. And I'm not even ashamed 🤷‍♀️

https://amzn.to/3kyTIYz

[vacuously-true]

Chung, Lovelace, Haas, Mirzakhani, Vaughan, Pipher, Falconer, Browne, Uhlenbeck, Darden, Kovalevsky, Koch, Quinn, Noether, Kent, Lauter, Germain, Johnson, Haunsperger, Riehl, Hamilton, Radunskaya, ...

Happy Mother's Day to some of the mothers of mathematics: the women today and throughout history whose work, socially and mathematically, has diminished the role gender has in determining which opportunities will be afforded a young person interested in mathematics.

There's work still to be done but we have models in these and so many other women mathematicians. These are women who have passed on a legacy of mathematics instead of genetics, but I think today is a fine day to honor them anyway.

[building-made-of-paper]

As opposed to my other roommate, who coined the term steminism

My roommate has suggested the lesbian alternative to boytoy:

Girlgadget.

He hates it and regrets saying it, but honestly I think girlgadget is becoming a new staple of my vocabulary

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