Environmental science, traveling, and the sociology of the unraveling American dream.


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Saturday, May 22, 2004

Sporks of war

At one time in my life, I was a female in a physics world, which is the closest thing to a male world I've been in. My favorite physics boy story: My freshman year, I went to an introductory picnic, and went to stand with a bunch of guys I vaguely knew who were talking about a problem set in advanced intro physics (I was in the medium class, since I hadn't had AP physics). Naturally, they were arguing about a problem set, rather loudly. Each one would take turns darting forward and yelling about it, until the rest of the group shouted them down. Finally, one of the two guys standing next to me said something that the rest of them grudgingly agreed with. The triumphant victor of a guy then turned to me and *put his arm around me*. Spoils of war.

I have so much respect for the girls who got through the intro classes. I didn't leave for geology because of the guys, but man, it's night and day. Geology guys look at the whole female thing like they look at the has-curly-hair thing. It's there, but it doesn't mean you're not doing geology. We're all here for the rocks, after all. Hang the biology. Let's get hammering at a highway roadcut exposure while semis whine by, making everyone vaguely nervous of becoming roadcut wall paste. (I love geology.)

The first paragraph fragment crossposted from part of a very long post I wrote on Hatrack River about being a female in physics.