So I googled female mathematicians, and the results made me happier. Also, Ada Lovelace:
Look at those wonderul 1830s sleeves!
And the oh-so-1840s hair!
Yeah, you can tell I'm a historian and not a mathematician...
And, on a completely different note, this makes me happy:
The most pernicious of all lies about men is that because of our makeup, lust and empathy can’t coexist within us. If you want kind and compassionate men who will respect women’s boundaries, the myth suggests, those women will have to conceal the parts of themselves that will turn men bestial and irresponsible.
Too many of us still believe that “self-respect” for a woman means chastity and modesty. If she’s wearing revealing clothing, enjoys attention, and maybe even likes sex outside of a committed monogamous relationship, we call her a “slut”—and accuse her of not respecting herself. Perhaps she does respect herself, perhaps she doesn’t. (Promiscuity is not perfectly correlated with low self-esteem, despite what a lot of pop psychologists tell you.) But in the end, it doesn’t matter. Women aren’t commodities whose value is based on their own fluctuating sense of self-worth.
And these are my thoughts this morning. It's rainy and gross outside.