“I didn’t expect it would be all women and it was a small classroom and about 40 women were sort of sitting in a semicircle and the thought of spending two hours every week sitting there for the next four months was overwhelming.”
Male expects special accommodation because he doesn’t want to be around women, and then sues for discrimination. Amazing.
homeboy never heard of dropping??
So…he was stuck into the same situation that many women in STEM fields are stuck in but it’s different because it scared his little man feelings?
An actual shy person wouldn’t go to court over this. All that exposure and scrutiny? No thanks.
No, because see, he’s love shy which is a chronic inability to deal with women because they might not want to date you.
He went to a women’s studies class expecting men
HE WENT TO A WOMEN’S STUDIES CLASS EXPECTING MEN
I have -1920% sympathy for this douche.
lol attendance and participation were only 15% of the grade. it would have been possible to pass without ever attending if his work wasn’t shit.
He wasn’t stuck in the same situation as women in STEM fields (as said above) because this was only ONE single class. Women in STEM fields experience being outnumbered and ostracized for their entire academic career. NOT ONE PUNY LITTLE SEMESTER LONG CLASS.
I hope the judge laughs him out of the courtroom.
My graduating class in my major (physics) was 10% women. Me and Mackie and eighteen guys. I was the only woman in nearly all of my upper-level courses, and we were crazy lucky that we had two female professors for a while. When I was student teaching I had a class of juniors and seniors with twenty boys and one girl. Another class had twelve boys and three girls. 9th grade physical science was 50/50.
I was just a 17-year old kid from the Bronx with dreams of becoming a scientist, and somehow the world’s most famous astronomer found time to invite me to Ithaca in upstate NY and spend a Saturday with him.
I remember that snowy day like it was yesterday. He met me at the bus stop. He showed me his laboratory at Cornell University. Carl reached behind his desk, and inscribed this book (Cosmic Connection) for me:
For Neil Tyson,
With all good wisdom to a future astronomer.
- Carl Sagan
At the end of the day, he drove me back to the bus station. The snow was falling harder. He wrote his phone number, his home phone number, on a scrap of paper. And he said, “If the bus can’t get through, call me. Spend the night at my home, with my family.”
I already knew I wanted to become a scientist, but that afternoon I learned from Carl the kind of person I wanted to become. He reached out to me and to countless others. Inspiring so many of us to study, teach, and do science. Science is a co-operative enterprise, spanning the generations. It’s the passing of a torch from teacher to student to teacher. A community of minds reaching back from antiquity and forward to the stars.
When Sherlock’s saying all that bullshit stuff about why Mary shot him I always think back to ‘That’s your weakness. You want everything to be clever.’ And that’s why I refuse to believe a word he says.