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23 Black Female Scientists Who Changed The Damn World

Okay so prior to Alice, people had known for hundreds of years that a potential treatment to leprosy existed in the form of something called Chaulmoogra oil. It was too thick to effectively circulate through the body, but Alice Ball, science prodigy and chemist extraordinaire, was the one who FINALLY figured how to turn it into a working treatment. It’s thanks to her that a leprosy crisis was avoided in the early 1900s. Bless you, Alice.

Stay with me for a second because this is actual rocket science. Centaur is a second-stage rocket launcher: the workhorse of the rocket world used to propel countless probes and satellites into space. It’s been invaluable to NASA since its creation, first allowing the U.S. to catch up to the Soviet Union during the space race, and eventually propelling spacecrafts to land on the moon and fly by other planets in the solar system.

So yes: Annie Easley helped DO that. She also contributed energy research to power plants and electronic batteries, which enabled the creation of hybrid vehicles. Go ahead and thank Annie for those, too.

Prior to Jeanne, the impact of discrimination and its accompanying stress factors were rarely explored or acknowledged in relationship to health. She also researched the impact of racism on childhood development and ways to approach therapy that addressed the needs of people of color. And Jeanne broke a ton of ground for black psychologists through her roles in academia and her publications.

Jewel researched ways to alter cell growth AND experimented with growing human tumor tissue outside of the human body to use for cancer treatment tests (instead of testing on living people). As if that wasn’t enough, she also helped to form the National Science Foundation’s Committee on Women and Minorities in Science.

The chair of the U.S. Nuclear Regulatory Commission monitors the byproduct of nuclear reactors, so it’s a pretty big deal. Shirley also served on a bunch of advisory boards for international security and energy, AND she was the first black woman to get a Ph.D from MIT.

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23 Black Female Scientists Who Changed The Damn World


There’s a lot of bad news going on in the world right now, but here’s something to celebrate.

In Canada, an Anti-Abortion member of parliament (Rachael Harder) who Andrew Scheer had suggested as the chair of the committee for Status of Women (a committee around Feminist issues), has been defeated through the cooperation of the Liberals and the NDP.

Another Conservative has been named the chair of Status of Women (Karen Vecchio), and as far as I can tell she doesn’t hold anti-abortion views.


Song: Centerfold by J Geils Band

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

She was an angel. His homeroom angel. Even in high school, Lance Tucker preyed on the sexually innocent, thy shy, the ones who would blush if he so much as looked at them. That was his type, except for this one. She pretended to be innocent. She dressed like every other “pure” girl. Dresses long enough to be considered dress code appropriate, yet short enough for him to admire her long legs. Sweaters that hid her smooth shoulders from his prying eyes. Perfume that smelled like the most intoxicating flowers he’d ever know. Now, he wasn’t one to be shy around a woman, even at 17, but the way she effected him, made something happen in his heart.

He was already failing that class, but he probably wouldn’t be passing even if she weren’t seated right next to him. He would stare at her out of the corner of his eye, pretending to be paying attention to the prick of a teacher giving a lecture at the front of the class. He could see her writing on a piece of paper, appearing to take notes from the chalkboard, until he saw her rip it from the notebook, fold it, then slip it onto his desk. As quietly as possible, he opened the paper, smiling softly at her feminine, swirly writing.

Didn’t your mother ever teach you it’s rude to stare at people?

Was just admiring the view, beautiful. It’s dangerous to wear a dress like that. Could draw some unwanted attention.

Maybe I like having you stare at me. It boosts a girl’s confidence.

Easy there, gorgeous. You might not be able to handle what I throw at you. Could be too much for someone so………. virgin.

She quietly gasped in both arousal and offense. He smirked at her reaction. With lips set in a hard line, she wrote her reply quickly and furiously before folding the piece of paper before folding it and throwing it onto his desk in anger.

You’re a piece of work, Lance Tucker. No wonder no girl here likes you.

He raised his eyebrows.

Would you slap me if I asked to meet you privately after school?

After reading his response, she folded up the note, put it in her bag, and didn’t glance at him once. He figured he could just catch her as she was leaving the classroom. The school day ended in twenty minutes, he could wait that long.

But he didn’t get the chance. Before he could even get out of his sit after the bell rang, she was gone. And that was the last time he talked to his angel, for she moved the next week.

Flash forward 10 years later, after he has won his gold medals and has started coaching the Woman’s USA Gymnastics team, and finding himself rich and famous beyond his wildest imagination. He still fantasized about his angel, back when they were young. He attended his 5 year high school reunion in hopes of seeing her again. He had to fuck one of the women on the planning committee to see who was invited, wondering if she would be invited, despite her not graduating from that school. He had been successful, yet disappointed when she never showed.

Now, he is standing in line at the grocery store, buying protein shake mix and bars, food to stock his cabinets and fridge, when he sees a PlayBoy magazine on display. Thinking no harm will come of it, he picked it up, scanning through pages, until his blood ran cold at the sight of the centerfold model.

There she was. The angel who had been haunting his most naughty fantasies and dreams since he was 17. She was clad in a black, lacey teddy, supple breasts curving just enough over the edge of the cups. He finally got a look at her smooth, delectable shoulders, her long hair curling under the wire of the negligee. Her red lips curved into a seductive smile, just as he imagined them. Her hips jutted out to her right side, showing off the matching boy shorts she wore.

Shock ran through his body at seeing the picture, but soon turned into discomfort. His very own memory of his angel was now being sold in supermarkets like they were nothing. But soon sensibility hit him. Those were just fantasies, things his mind made up to appease his sexual attraction to his first sexual love. And at that moment, he realized he needed to make those imaginations come true. He was going to find her, and make her his.


A/N: Sorry if this is kinda shitty, I haven’t been in a writing mood lately. I can fix it later by writing a part 2 if I get enough feedback on it.

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[Image Description: The Ice Garden’s Breaking News banner, which reads ‘HHOF selection committee remembers women exist; inducts Danielle Goyette’]

In which Fearless Leader Hannah learned how to make a Breaking News banner while simultaneously throwing shade at the lack of women in the Hockey Hall of Fame.

It’s no secret that I’m a skeptic of the idea that descriptive representation has large effects on policy-making, but I went to a presentation last night with a funny (yet unfortunate) instance of when it did. 

(I’ll explain this English in a second) The Dutch are currently working on a proposal to rearrange their healthcare system so that, for ailments causing a loss in >0.1 QALYs/Y, healthcare resources will be distributed on a sliding scale, weighted by severity. For ailments causing a loss in <0.1 QALYs/Y, the public health system won’t cover them, and people can pay for private care instead.

In English, this means that the Dutch want to make it so that their government healthcare gives greater priority to the most serious conditions, and part of that proposal would make so that any illness or injury below the level of 0.1 won’t be covered, allowing those resources to go to more serious needs. Doing the calculations for what ailments fall at what levels goes to a committee of experts- one made up of aging male professors. By sheer coincidence, it turns out that the calculations of these old men found that erectile dysfunction disorder falls at exactly 0.1- the exact point at which it’s still covered by government funding.

That’s a really good example of when having women on the committee would have probably made a positive (albeit, marginally so) change in formulating public policy.

A Moment in Time [Rucas Adult AU] - Chapter Six

A Moment in Time

Synopsis: Riley Matthews needs to get out of New York, after her parents advised her to go to her great grandmother’s house in Texas she’s on the first plane to the Lone Star State. Lucas Friar is a single father trying to live up to his family’s legacy but he knows he’s overworking himself to please his mother. The moment the two of them meet they realize what they had been missing all along, but family and their past will threaten their relationship.

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A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out, I have to write 2 papers and a presentation before Wednesday, and I’ve been swamped, I’m a grad student so papers are graded differently than undergrad. I do have ideas for the next chapter so I’m going to work on it while I attempt to work on my papers. The semester ends on Thursday so after that I’ll be completely free to write to my hearts content. 

P.S. - Lots of drama in this chapter….. just to warn you.

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simplyshelbs16xoxo  asked:

Sherlolly #34... think A Cinderella Story (if you've seen that movie lol)

Oooh how fun! This turned into a long one…I kind of got carried away with the Cinderella theme…(and of course I have seen A Cinderella Story! Loved that movie back in the day!) Sorry for the delayed response. Hopefully quantity shall make up for it…

“Meena I don’t know about this…” Molly fidgeted on her friends couch as she listened to her bustling about in the other room. “I’ve got the graveyard shift that night. Maybe I should just forget it…”

“Oh no you don’t!”Meena called from somewhere deep in her bedroom closet. “You’re never going to meet anyone tucked away in that depressing, windowless cell you call a morgue. You’re going to that benefit and that. is. final. Now come over here and try this on.”

Molly groaned as she cast a dejected glance at the flyer for the annual hospital benefit gala on Meena’s coffee table before getting up to do as her friend requested. A masquerade ball…why couldn’t it have been something else? Something she could use her own wardrobe for?

“Meena that’s your wedding dress! I couldn’t possibly…” Molly protested as Meena held out the mass of flowing white tulle.

“Nonsense! When am I ever going to wear it again? Put it to good use. God knows I paid too much for it to just sit in my closet forever,” Meena replied, brushing off Molly’s protests as she shoved the gown in her hands.

“I can’t…it’s too much. Won’t your daughter want it someday? What if I get something on it…”Molly argued, though the soft fabric in her hands made it suddenly difficult.

Meena cocked an eyebrow at her, placing her hands on her hips. “April is 7 years old. She won’t be needing it for quite a while. If anything happens just get it dry-cleaned. You can send me the bill. Now put it on!”

Molly bit her lip as she stared down at the dress. It was gorgeous…

“I’m not letting you leave until you do,” Meena insisted.

Molly sighed, narrowing her eyes at Meena. “Fine…”

Meena grinned triumphantly at her as she retreated to the bathroom to try on the dress.

When Molly emerged, Meena covered her mouth with her hands, taking her in.

“Now you have to go to the ball Cinderella,” she smiled.

“I still need a mask,” Molly reminded her quietly.

“I have just the thing!” Meena slipped past her into April’s room and returned with a delicate white masquerade mask. “She saw it at the renaissance fair last month and just had to have it. I’m sure she won’t mind if you borrow it for an evening.”

Molly fingered the plumed edge of the mask before giving Meena a tentative smile. Meena took her hands in hers and let out a tiny excited squeal.

Molly tiptoed into the ballroom, observing the gala before her, already in full swing. Despite what she may have said to Meena, she wasn’t exactly keen on socializing with her new coworkers tonight. Not like this. She much preferred to get to know people over a round of drinks after work at the pub. Unfortunately for her, she’d been stuck mostly working the grave yard shift, and 8 am was not an ideal time to go out for a pint. Why did Meena have to be so insistent on her having a social life?

Molly’s fingers drifted nervously to the mask’s ribbons at the back of her head among the mass of curls, making sure it was secure as she looked about the room. She spied a pocket of nurses that she’d talked with in the cafeteria a handful of times and began making her way through the crowd to say hello.

Suddenly she felt a pair of strong arms sweep her around and onto the dancefloor.

“Hey!” She protested, looking up at her new dance partner. She was too shocked to push him away.

“Shhh,” he shushed as he waltzed her about the dance floor, his eyes scanning the room from behind a feathered black mask.

“Excuse me?” she demanded, blinking up at him in surprise from behind her own.

“I said ‘shh,’” He repeated. “I’m looking for a suspect and I can’t focus with you yammering at me.”

“You’re the one who started dancing with me,” she argued.

“I needed to blend in. Easier to observe from here,” he explained. “My name is Sherlock Holmes. I’m a detective. I’ve tracked a suspected jewel thief to this event. I believe he is posing as one of the waiters.”

He glanced down at her with a charming smile before turning his eyes back to the crowd.

“Do you always dance with unsuspecting women to catch a criminal?” Molly asked, though she found she didn’t altogether mind dancing with him.

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Queen Mother Moore, born July 27, 1898

Queen Mother Moore was a Black nationalist and Pan Africanist leader in the U.S. for over 60 years. In the 1920s she was a member of Marcus Garvey’s United Negro Improvement Association (UNIA), then in the 1930s joined the campaign to free the Scottsboro Nine and through that joined the Communist Party, which she was a member of until the party dropped its support for Black self-determination.

She organized the first Black rent strikes in New York City and helped form the Harriet Tubman Association, which worked to organize Black women workers including domestic workers. She was president of the Universal Association of Ethiopian Women and the Committee for Reparations for Descendants of U.S. Slaves. In 1955 she helped begin a campaign demanding that the U.S. government pay reparations to Black people for slavery and ongoing oppression. She joined Malcolm X’s Organization of Afro-American Unity. She was a founder of the African American Cultural Foundation, Inc., which led the fight against usage of the slave term “Negro”. In 1957, Moore presented a petition to the United Nations and a second in 1959, arguing for self-determination, against genocide, for land and reparations.

In the 1960s she was a founding member of the Republic of New Africa which advocated Black self-determination in the Black Belt South. Taking the first of many trips to Africa in 1972 to attend Kwame Nkrumah’s funeral, she was given the honorary name "Queen Mother” by members of the Ashanti people in Ghana.

Queen Mother Moore died in 1996 at the age of 98.

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ESPN has a nice article about Mongol wrestler and general badass Sukhee Tserenchimed (wearing red), who won the 2014 World Championship in her weight class. Chimdee’s father was a champion wrestler who died when she was seven; she took up wrestling as a way to be connected to him.

She is only 19 and hopes to earn a gold medal in the 2016 Olympics.

(Though you should ignore the parts of the article about how before the Olympic committee intervened, women were never allowed to participate sports in Mongolia - women weren’t allowed to wrestle, but the other traditional sports, archery and horse racing, were allowed.)

The Undocumented and Black Convening of 2015
October 24 - 25. New York City. #UBC15

Dear Black Undocumented Family,

It goes without saying that our communities are in a state of emergency in a variety of ways. Black people across the country are facing unprecedented police brutality, increased criminalization and  immigrant families are being torn apart, due to our broken immigration system. As a result, we are bearing the compounded struggles, fear and trauma of our unique identities.  

Have you ever felt that Black immigrant stories have been missing from the immigration discussion? Do you feel the urgency of the Black Lives Matter movement as a global citizen’s struggle? Do you often feel you’re in constant fear of losing your life to state violence and being deported? Do you wish you knew of ways to obtain higher education despite being undocumented?  Then this convening of Black Undocumented folk is for YOU.

The purpose of this Convening is for us to heal, learn and be empowered by each other. We want this Convening to be a safe space, a learning environment and the beginning of a new chapter for our people.

The Undocumented Black Convening of 2015 will be held in New York City on October 24-25. We are grateful to be supported by the Black Alliance for Just Immigration (BAJI) and United We Dream (UWD).

If you are interested in participating, please fill out this pre-registration and we will follow up with more details.

Please note: This convening is specifically designed as a safe space for Black Undocumented people to heal, learn and be empowered by each other. Our kickoff event, the 2015 Undocumented Black Convening, will be our first formal opportunity to have such a space. For that reason, we respectfully request our allies to support the convening by encouraging Black Undocumented people to attend. Attendance is limited.

Undocumented and Black,
#UBC15 Planning Committee


Terin Humphrey scores a 9.300 on her only event of the day as the leadoff gymnast on the floor exercise for team USA at the 2003 World Championships, contributing to USA’s first World Team title for WAG. Initially on the team as first alternate before being bumped down to second alternate in favor of Chellsie Memmel, a string of injuries and illness that plagued the team allowed Terin to step in and gave her a chance to prove her worth to the team. Today, Terin is one of three women on the selection committee and serves as the athlete representative, and helped choose the U.S. Olympic Gymnastics teams for 2012 and 2016.  (x)

Man Asks Why Women Don’t Shave Arms. I Ladysplain:

By Amy Dickinson

May 16, 2016

Dear Amy: Why don’t women typically remove the hair on their arms (elbow to wrist)? Not all women have hairy arms, but I’ve seen many women who have a decent amount of noticeable hair on their forearms.

Some women have dark hair on their arms, which is noticeable when wearing short sleeves. Even blond hair is very noticeable in the sunlight.

I’m just curious as to why women would shave their legs, but walk around with hairy arms. I’m not hating on it, I’m just curious. 

— Curious Guy

Dear Curious: Maybe women don’t shave their forearms because they have to work an extra sixty days a year in order to earn the same pay as a man in the same job. That extra time spent trying to make a living cuts into a typical woman’s primping time.

As much as women enjoy shaving their legs and under arms in order to look smooth and tidy (for men), there are just so many hours in a day, my friend. But thank you for noticing and scrutinizing our arm hair. I’m sure the women of the world are relieved you’re not a hater.

As a hairy-armed woman, I am intrigued by the idea, however. Maybe there are some men out there who would like to try out this trend. I’ll pull together a committee of women and we’ll decide if it’s attractive, without hating on it (of course).


Some women fight in an arena, some fight in committees. Some women use their knowledge to live, some use their life to learn. Some are the sweet girls from the cities, some are the fierce warrior from battlegrounds. Some women rule, some fight for them. Some women are born from pain, some die from it. Some women are made to protect, some are meant to kill. Some women have traumas that destroyed them, some have traumas that built them. Some women make a cause of their families, some make a family of their cause. Some women smile and shine, some fight for them to keep doing it.

Just like a rose, womankind have many petals and each one of them is unique and beautiful.

5 brilliant women in science who you’ve probably never heard of

A new book Headstrong: 52 women who changed science and the world, profiles 52 women who are experts in their field, from Nobel Prize winners to lesser-known individuals.
Maria Konnikova, author and contributor to the New Yorker said: ‘A woman revolutionised heart surgery. A woman created the standard test given to all newborns to determine their health. A woman was responsible for some of the earliest treatments of previously terminal cancers. We shouldn’t need to be reminded of their names, but we do.’
In the spirit of celebrating women in science, here are five names you should know.

1. Henrietta Leavitt, 1868-1921

Who: American Astronomer
What she did for science: Leavitt discovered the ‘period-luminosity relationship’, which enabled astronomers being able to measure the distance between the earth and other galaxies. Leavitt received little recognition in her lifetime.

2. Rosalind Franklin, 1920-1958

Who: English chemist and X-ray crystallographer
What she did for science: Franklin made significant contributions to understanding the molecular structure of DNA, which has played a central role in human biology. Sadly she died of ovarian cancer aged 37.

3. Dorothy Hodgkin, 1910-1994

Who: British biochemist

What she did for science: Hodgkin developed protein crystallography, and is considered a pioneer in studies of biomolecules. She also confirmed the structures of penicillin and vitamin B and is the only British woman to have won the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.

4. Chien-Shiung Wu, 1912-1997

Who: Chinese-American experimental physicist
What she did for science: Wu made significant contributions in radioactivity research. The ‘Wu experiment’, which contradicted the law of conservation of parity, earned the 1957 Nobel Prize in physics for Wu’s colleagues Tsung-Dao Lee and Chen-Ning Yang. As well as earning her the Wolf Prize in Physics in 1978.

5. Lise Meitner, 1878-1968

Who: Austrian physicist
What she did for science: Meitner was part of the team that discovered nuclear fission, for which her colleague Otto Hahn was awarded the Nobel Prize. She is often regarded as one of the clearest examples of a woman being overlooked by the Nobel committee.

Houston, Texas: Action to support refugee children and immigrants

Who: The Welcoming Committee for Women and Children

What: Counter protest to defy anti-immigrant advocates.

When: Thursday July 10, 2014 6 am – 8: am 

Where: Bridge at the Southeast Corner of Cottage Grove Park 2100 Arabelle St. Houston, TX 77007 (Check back for location changes.)

Why: This bridge is where anti-immigrant protestors have been gathering to show their banners of intolerance. The Welcoming Committee for Women and Children wants families and the world to know that there many Houstonians and Texans still believe in the words written on the statue of liberty:

“Give me your tired, your poor, yearning to be free.”

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It’s 1973 and House Committee on Internal Security Chairman Richard Ichord appreciates the dangers of the effect of pants on “the rear view” of his committee’s female staff. Nevertheless, he cautiously lets them enter the brave new world of “pants outfits” in the office. Congress in the Archives celebrates his bold move this April Fools’ Day. Note: this is not an April Fools joke!

Memo from Chairman Richard Ichord to All Female Internal Security Committee Staff, 3/28/1973, Records of the U.S. House of Representatives (NAID 12007215)