hey friend. one day ur gonna be happy. one day ur gonna be sitting w someone u love in ur favourite place in the world and ur gonna think “wow. life is p great” and everything will be okay. but u gotta make it til then okay? just hang in there. u’ll be okay.
A collected post of all my most recent illustrations of women wanderers and warriors. Prints here.
I need all of these hanging on my wall as soon as humanly possible.
Tiny Toadstool Tesla on a Teacup (sorry)
|—||The Economist, Democracy in America: I give you Narendra Modi, September 29, 2014.|
I drew a growlie.
Burger King Japan’s limited-time Kuro Diamond and Kuro Pearl burgers. Yes, that is black cheese. It’s dyed using bamboo charcoal, with the onion and garlic sauce made with squid ink.
Eusociality and Other Sex-Free Lifestyles: Why Members of Sexual Species May Choose To Stay Chaste
Sometimes I hear people making derisive comments towards asexual individuals, something along the lines of how it goes against nature to never have sex, therefore something is horribly wrong with them, etc., etc.
The specific plague I wish upon those people is an infestation of termites. Why termites? I’ll talk about that in a bit.
At one point highly social behavior presented kind of a paradox to the traditional, selfish-gene style evolutionary theory. Charles Darwin famously admitted that it was the social behavior of the bee that was going to bring down his entire construction, because most bees- nay, the vast majority of all individual bees spend all their times leading pious, sexless lives centered around helping one other bee reproduce. At the peak of the season, honeybee colonies can have 60,000 nonbreeding individuals- and just one sexually active queen.
Darwin, of course, did not yet know about genes, but he had an inkling that heredity was a clue- that by helping their relatives, the bees were actually helping themselves. Later scientists have filled in more of the gaps using modern molecular science, and yes, from a genetic standpoint, helping a relative is something like helping a piece of yourself.
But at what point does the value of helping close relatives outweigh the value of actually reproducing? That is a question biologists have been grappling with for quite a while. Because in the game of evolution, what matters isn’t how big your species’ population is- what matters is how many of those individuals share your genes.
Not in the way that someone will say “go make me a sandwich” to my face… but in a far more insidious way.
- In the way that I’ve been called “En-rich-ment Guuuuuurl” in the same horrendous cat call that someone would use for a “Shots Girl” at a bar.
- In the way that I am called a bitch and often ignored when I take a stand about behavior related topics, while males without my specialized experience are praised for their great insight when they repeat my statements.
- In the way people seem surprised by my abilities and say I’m “smart for a blonde” or “a tough little thing”, when men (some of whom are around my height) do not receive the same treatment. Do not compliment me by insulting others. This is a kind of benevolent sexism, an it’s an all too common problem.
I’m not saying that everyone in the scientific community is sexist. I’m not saying that all of these personal experiences exclusively involved men. But as a whole, sexism is very prevalent in the scientific (STEM) fields.
Ernst Haeckel, Kunstformen der Natur : Art Forms of Nature (Lithographic and Autotype prints), Published in sets of ten between 1899 and 1904.
When you’re tired of Haeckel, you’re tired of life.