Yes, even more of this, but I feel the need to share.
People always honk at me when I am walking the dog at the side of the road. The traffic goes by rather quickly at this road, so I feel less threatened when I’m being honked at from this road than when I am walking over the street and being yelled at by another pedestrian. This is because that pedestrian can approach my easily, while the guy in the car is gone in seconds. At the same time this makes it stranger that people honk at me on the highway. Why would you honk at me if you cannot even see me anymore in a couple of seconds? What is the message you are sending? You will not achieve anything by honking at me. The only thing that happens is that I get scared shitless (because of the loud noise) and think you are an ass.
i was teaching my grandma to use computer so we can talk on skype and such but today she went kinda mad at me because “i didnt show her the knitting programme” and i was like what
and it comes out she accidentally opened ms excel and found out its a great way to create knitting patterns
my grandma is 82
The street finds its own uses.
The greatest animated film you get to help make.WHAT IS HULLABALOO?
Hullabaloo is a 2D (hand-drawn) animated steampunk film that hopes to help preserve the dying art of 2D animation; and by supporting this project, you get to help save 2D animation from an untimely demise. We want you to join us in making a short film that will showcase the world of Hullabaloo, which we can show to investors to fund a full length 2D feature. 2D animation is a beautiful but dying art form that the animation studios have all but abandoned. But if we can fund this film with your help, we will be able to show investors that people really do want to see a feature length animated steampunk film, allowing us to get the tremendous amount of funding needed to complete Hullabaloo as the full-length feature we believe you want to see.
In addition to helping save 2D animation, Hullabaloo aims to encourage girls to explore science and adventure. The film’s two protagonists are both young women and both scientists who use their intellect, wits, and courage to fight greed and corruption. We hope that Veronica Daring and her friend Jules will serve as positive role models for girls of all ages and encourage them to get excited about science, engineering, and sci-fi.
To learn more about what steampunk is, go here: Steampunk 101
By helping us fund Hullabaloo, you get to help save 2D animation, you get to support a pro-girl and pro-science story, and you also get a boatload of cool stuff!
YES! I Just funded this, GO DO THE SAME! <3
*Phew!* I’m so glad I was able to finish this right on time!… this is a small animation I made for Yolin’s Contest, it ends tomorrow… in case you want to enter?… ^^UHaha, poor Alfred! This is so cute! And very nicely animated. Love the fibrant colors! Thank you very much for your contest entry!
Ha so cute!
Checked into tumblr this morning and I found so many notes! People have been reblogging and liking my spideypool stuff all night.
Another realisation I did when reading everyday sexism.
I would rather not go swimming. I love swimming and I used to do it all the time, but I have not done it in years. The things around swimming are tricky: my eyes get irritated from the chlorine and it takes ages for my hair to dry and it takes even longer for my hair to stop being a crow’s nest… Those things are all legitimate reasons, but there is also something else. I would rather not go to a pool or to the beach…in a swimsuit or bikini.
When I was twelve I already looked pretty mature and when I was about fourteen years old I was pretty much done growing. Even back then there were guys – whom I did not know – who would approach me and ask me questions: How old are you? Where do you live? What is your phone number / msn? I would sometimes answer the first question, but the other stuff was none of their business. I did not realise it back then, but I later knew that they were flirting with me.
Okay, that is not too bad. Except that those guys were often much older than me and that they did not leave me alone when I asked them to. When I was older I started to see what was going on and I would notice it more often. One time I was at the pool with a friend when a group of three guys kept following us. They kept bothering us and when we walked to another pool they followed and started jumping over our heads from the edge of the pool. We walked off and went to sit in the grass somewhere. Another time I went with my family. Some middle-aged guy was following me and kept staring at me. He did not approach me, I did not even give him the change, because I had run back to my mother. Even that he kept hanging around until we went home.
I get approached at other places. It is usually unwanted attention. It is just that is happens way more often at the swimming pool and at the beach than anywhere else. When I am at the pool or at the beach, wearing just my swimsuit or bikini, I feel vulnerable… and I feel so dirty when I am being stared at. That is why I would rather not go swimming.
So…last week I stumbled upon this site and it got me thinking. Most of these messages are depressing, but some are really horrible. Now I must admit that for me it has not been that bad (fortunately), but even I am no stranger to street harassment. I am regularly being honked or whistled at when I walk by the road with the dog, but on the top of my head I could not think of a really bad incident.
When I thought about it a little longer though I remembered the incident that I felt was the worst. One day I went home from college by bus. In the bus there was a guy staring at me – not very subtly - the entire time. I made a show of looking at anything but him and when he did not stop staring I pretended to read. It was uncomfortable, but he had shown no signs that he was going to approach me. That was until I got ready to get off.
When I got off the bus the man suddenly got off as well. I started walking home and he followed me. He caught up with me and started talking to me. I do not remember the exact conversation. I believe he asked me if I knew him – the answer was no – en he said that he had seen me on the bus – of course I had noticed that he had seen me, he had been staring the entire time – and he told me that he had gotten off at this stop especially for me. All the alarm bells were ringing. He asked me if I would go with him and I said no, but he kept insisting.
At that point I got my phone alarm to go off and pretended that someone was calling me. At the same time a friend of the guy walking by. He was distracted by the friend and I got out of there as fast as I could. I immediately called someone for real, just so I had someone to talk to, because I was so afraid. I did not walk straight to my house and kept looking over my shoulder to see if he was following me. In the end nothing had happened, but I was really scared at the time.
One would assume that scientists, who are trained to think objectively, are completely immune to gender discrimination. However, a recent Yale study by Corinne Moss-Racusin and colleagues suggests otherwise.
The researchers created a fictional student and sent out the student’s application to science professors at top, research-intensive universities in the United States. The professors were asked to evaluate how competent this student was, how likely they would be to hire the student, how much they would pay this student, and how willing they would be to mentor the student. All of the applications sent out were identical, except for the fact that half were for a male applicant, John, and half were for a female applicant, Jennifer. Results showed that, with statistical significance, both male and female faculty at these institutions were biased towards male students over female students.
Data from the study shows that on average, science faculty was willing to pay the male applicant about $4,000 more per year.
I’m never gonna get a job. D: