The War Photo No One Would Publish


Check it out — I’ve got a feature article up online at The Atlantlc. I’m really pleased to have had the chance to report on this photograph.

❝ Since her death in 1979, the woman who discovered what the universe is made of has not so much as received a memorial plaque. Her newspaper obituaries do not mention her greatest discovery. […] Every high school student knows that Isaac Newton discovered gravity, that Charles Darwin discovered evolution, and that Albert Einstein discovered the relativity of time. But when it comes to the composition of our universe, the textbooks simply say that the most abundant atom in the universe is hydrogen. And no one ever wonders how we know.

Jeremy Knowles, discussing the complete lack of recognition Cecilia Payne gets, even today, for her revolutionary discovery. (via alliterate)


Cecilia Payne’s mother refused to spend money on her college education, so she won a scholarship to Cambridge.

Cecilia Payne completed her studies, but Cambridge wouldn’t give her a degree because she was a woman, so she said fuck that and moved to the United States to work at Harvard.

Cecilia Payne was the first person ever to earn a Ph.D. in astronomy from Radcliffe College, with what Otto Strauve called “the most brilliant Ph.D. thesis ever written in astronomy.”

Not only did Cecilia Payne discover what the universe is made of, she also discovered what the sun is made of (Henry Norris Russell, a fellow astronomer, is usually given credit for discovering that the sun’s composition is different from the Earth’s, but he came to his conclusions four years later than Payne—after telling her not to publish).

Cecilia Payne is the reason we know basically anything about variable stars (stars whose brightness as seen from earth fluctuates). Literally every other study on variable stars is based on her work.

Cecilia Payne was the first woman to be promoted to full professor from within Harvard, and is often credited with breaking the glass ceiling for women in the Harvard science department and in astronomy, as well as inspiring entire generations of women to take up science.

Cecilia Payne is awesome and everyone should know her.

(via bansheewhale)

(via bubonickitten)



we need to talk about desirability because it endangers our lives. we need to talk about how we feel ugly and hideous and so unfuckable/undateable and how that pushes us to accept the scraps of crumbs off people’s laps. how someone’s flirting makes us feel special, and soon we’re kissing and touching and maybe fucking but this isn’t what we truly want. we like the touching, we like this because we’re told that when someone kisses you it means they like you. it means you’re pretty and worthy of someone’s attention. it means you are valid. you are validated by sex and desire.

we need to talk about how desirability shoves women/femmes into sex work because they might feel that no one would love or touch them otherwise.

we need to talk about how desirability makes us feel after a few months, a year, two years of not going on a date or having sex makes us crave that kind of attention. how we allow someone we feel lukewarm towards into the altars of our bodies just to feel pretty for maybe a moment, a few minutes, a night.

we need to talk about how desirability is tied into white supremacy. how ugly we are is justifies violence in a court system and in our communities (including feminist / QTPOC communities)

we need to talk about how desirability plays into rape and abuse culture. “that ugly bitch deserved it” is something i’ve heard and something that should have never been spoken.

we need to talk about this because too many people are being abused and exploited because of their beauty, ugliness, and all the nastiness in between.

how so many women grow up desiring attention to the extent that when they are harassed they thought it was a good thing and craved it more even as they internally cringed; how little girls grow up thinking being harassed is something that’s supposed to happen and are crushed at when they don’t get harassed. “at least you’re pretty enough to get attention; don’t complain” as an actual thing that’s said.

how we claw at and over each other for ‘attention’ and bring each other down because we’re taught that’s what we’re supposed to do

how we bend ourselves backwards to accommodate people we think should be giving us attention to be worthy; I know we laugh about “I don’t care what men think of what I wear” but let’s not lie, for a lot of people it’s been a long process to get here and there are still some people who do think their body belongs to others.

the connection to fatphobia and how so many people will literally abuse their own bodies (or have parents/ doctors/ S/Os) push them into neglecting their own body and being on unhealthy “diets”

"I’m not pretty no one will love me" as if love and worth is defined by physical looks

how disabled people (especially with physical symptoms?) are portrayed as unworthy of being desired or loved

(Source: lethalspiderprincex, via randomactsofchaos)

Mapping Poverty in America

(Source: ethiopienne, via longyans)

Rana Tharu WomenWhen warfare left them widows, legends say, these women who had fled to the forest of Southern Nepal founded a society that has endured for 400 years 
❝ People that do choose to report their rapes are incredibly courageous and I support them so freaking hard. But those of us that don’t choose to report are no less courageous. We all have our own stories and our own reasons for making the choices that we make. It’s important to remember that survivors make the choices that are best for them– not the choices YOU think are best for them. And all of those choices are valid. All of them.

The only person that I owe anything to in regards to my rape is myself. I owe it to myself to know what’s best for me and to take care of myself the best way that I know how. For me, choosing not to report my rape was a form of self-care. And I’d make the same choice if faced with the same situation again today. I cannot take on the weight of the entire world because I am not strong enough to carry it. There are days when I can only carry my own weight, and I need to remember that that is enough.
Choosing Not To Report A Rape As A Form Of Self-Care | Fiending for Hope (via brutereason)

(via webelieveyou)

❝ Rape jokes are not jokes. Woman-hating jokes are not jokes. These guys are telling you what they think. When you laugh along to get their approval, you give them yours.
— Thomas Millar, Meet the Predators (via saintgermain-xo)

(Source: frankengrrl, via harperisafairy-deactivated20140)


Most common language besides English and Spanish