So the other day some of the fellas over on Chateau Heartiste — one of the internet’s top destinations for racist, misogynist pickup artist wannabes — ran across a little graphic celebrating some of the lesser-known “[w]omen in science that you should know … and probably don’t.”
Apparently offended by the reminder that, yes, women have actually had some influence over history, one of Heartiste’s readers decided to make a graphic similarly celebrating the men of science. But while the original graphic contained pictures of only 12 women, this new graphic featured a vast sea of male faces, as if to rub in just how male dominated the world of science has been, and still is.
Looking at the graphic, Heartiste also thought he spotted another demographic anomaly: a preponderance of white faces. “That’s one pale looking pastiche,” he wrote.
“The Men in Science poster. A Snowvalanche of Whiteness,” agreed one of his commenters,”Bwahahaha.”
Huh. That’s weird. because when I look at the poster I don’t see a lot of white. I mean, if you blow it up a little you can see that the spaces between the various squares are white, but the squares themselves are all sorts of colors. Red. Pink. Black. Brown. Blue. Green.
Are a significant portion of the Men of Science from Mars?
And there’s another odd thing about this not-so-pale pastiche: it’s full of repeating patterns. If you look closely, you’ll discover that this isn’t one vast sea of male faces. It’s a small pond, endlessly repeated.
Specifically, it’s this bit (from the upper left-hand corner) pasted over and over.
Also, when you look closely at these alleged “scientists” they turn out to be real blockheads. Yep, if you zoom in a little further you don’t find an assortment of tiny Einsteins and fig-sized Newtons. You get this:
All hail the founding pixels of science!
Heartiste, you may want to get your eyes checked for bigotry.
Thanks to dashapants for bringing this wondrous graphic and its repeating patterns to my attention.
Heartiste model of scientific career:
1. Read books and learn stuff. Now, lots of people engage in some amount of self-education like this (real manly men and womanly women don’t, though), but you need an extraordinary level of book-learning. You need to know ALL THE THINGS.
2. At some point, probably after wasting much of your life in full-time reading, you know everything. This makes you smart enough that you can invent new stuff from scratch. (In the time of mammoths, men could easily invent new stuff without reading, but nowadays all the easy stuff has been already invented, and there’s only hard real science stuff left.)
3.????
4. Profit!
@Katz
How’s this for a first verse:
In iron ranks we march to the attack
With measured stride and with determined speed
Our mother city always at our back
Towards the battlelines, our captains lead
That minty green one looks familiar. It’s on the tip of my tongue.
Wasn’t there a commemorative postage stamp honoring its achievements?
This is what happens when you design posters in Minecraft.
So,even assuming for a moment the Fartiste’s friend is right and pretty girls don’t grow up to be scientists, why would it matter whether a scientist is conventionally attractive or not?
Oh, wait a minute. This is Fartiste so any woman who doesn’t please his penis is utterly worthless and shouldn’t be seen in public. We must think of the poor menz scientists forced to see such hideousness! /snark
@Katz
I took some poetic license, but this is the gist of it:
In steel ranks we file into battle
Our footsteps fall hard as we tread
We leave our hometown behind
And march to the frontline ahead
We shan’t tremble in fear for our city so dear
For our Moscow, our birthplace, our home
We shall become its walls, indestructible force
We shall strike down and destroy our foe
We march in platoons in formation
The ground rings under our feet
We march in defense of our nation
Its factories, red stars, and fields
We laid every brick with our own hands
For joy, and we shall not think twice
For each broken stone in its pavements
To exact a terrible price
Our name shall be legion uncounted
We’ll thwart them with fire and blood
And bury them out on the battlefield
And Moscow shall go on unharmed
@Katz, a slightly cheesy verse 2:
To keep her safe, we shall not fear the fight,
Our capital, our birthplace, dear Moscow
A wall of steel, we’ll stand against the night.
With lethal fire, we will destroy her foe
I’ve tended towards a rather old fashioned style so looking forwards to seeing what Fibs does with the same lines.
I can see the lines about the Kremlin are going to be difficult …
@katz verse 3:
Our captains march before us without fear.
The ground beneath us trembles as we go.
Behind us stand our homes and factories dear.
And over all the Kremlin’s red stars glow.
Last verse (yes, I know I’m missing one but this one came more easily, I’ll go back to the penultimate one):
No force can crush this army of the brave.
As on our foes, our dreadful fire rains.
For every fascist, we have dug a grave.
Dead, they shall lie in Moscow’s misty plains.
I can confirm that 8 hours a day of scientific journals does indeed result in brain running out of nose and ears – that’s a time management mistake you only make once (ok…maybe three times) during your BSc…
Here, it’s difficult to get the right idea but I gave it a crack.
To the attack, in steel ranks
Our marching pace is firm
Our beloved birthplace behind us,
Our leaders the line confirm
We shall not recoil in the battle
Our capital, dear Moscow, defend
Foes fight against us, the bulwark
Yet we will never relent
Our leaders lead from the forefront
Earth shakes under our boots
Behind our shields lie the shop fronts
The Kremlin’s red stars, our roots
For happiness, with our hands
we built our birthplace city
Every paving stone broken
becomes bullets for enemy lands
This force of heroes form walls around Moscow
invulnerable, unbreakable, strong
We have dug grave for the fascists
They’ll fill them all before long
@katz, the penultimate verse has gone a but Tolkien on me. Sorry.
With eager hands we raised our city tall
Where we were born, a joyful city made.
For every broken stone, each toppled wall,
We’ll see there is a bloody ransom paid.
Although I guess I really doubt singing marching russians during world war 2 would make a reference to a store front…
@Fibinachi, you stuck much closer to the text.
@katz, what are you planning to use it for (in your novel, I assume)?
I’m disppointed not that my effort didn’t mention the shop fronts. 😉
In iron ranks we march to the attack
With measured stride and with determined speed
Our mother city always at our back
Towards the battlelines, our captains lead
To keep her safe, we shall not fear the fight,
Our capital, our birthplace, dear Moscow
A wall of steel, we’ll stand against the night.
With lethal fire, we will destroy her foe.
Our captains march before us without fear.
The ground beneath us trembles as we go.
Behind us stand our homes and factories dear.
And over all the Kremlin’s red stars glow.
With eager hands we raised our city tall
Where we were born, a joyful city made.
For every broken stone, each toppled wall,
We’ll see there is a bloody ransom paid.
No force can crush this army of the brave.
As on our foes, our dreadful fire rains.
For every fascist, we have dug a grave.
Dead, they shall lie in Moscow’s misty plains.
Silly kittehs! The cute is NEVER off topic!!
And thanks for the picture of that prosh little guy, your sister is very lucky indeed!
It seems even Russian martialism is more sympathetic than Fartiste’s drivel.
Octo, they were defending their country from the invaders, why shouldn’t they deserve sympathy?
So he didn’t even try to make a real collage, just a prototype of what it would look like to prove a point. Such activism! The quote at the bottom is a nice little touch: random, pointless, and off-message (the point of the graphic is “men are better at science”, while the quote is about how women who do science are ugly). So this is pretty much a typical MRA poster, huh?
Bonus points for the anti-intellectualism of the quote. The only reason for a woman to spend time learning is to gain something from it – nobody does science because they actually enjoy their subject, or want to do awesome things for humanity, or anything. It’s just a crutch for the girls who can’t get anywhere on their looks.
Don’t move! They can’t see you if you don’t move.
The picture is one of those stereograms (3D images): if you cross your eyes, you will see three rectangles popping out of the picture; I don’t know what they are supposed to represent.
TWO versifications? My cup overfloweth! Titianblue, Fibinachi, you guys are both amazing. Except now I have to decide between them. Fuck! (Yes, they’re for the novel, natch.)
Hi, Jazzratt! Have a Welcome Package!
I’ve done a little digging and I discovered that Roosh used to be a microbiologist and threw it all away to be a pick-up artist. But Roosh aside, most PUA/MRAs that claim to be scientists don’t really understand certain subjects like genetics and evolution.
One of the comments someone posted on BluePill had one guy on claiming that women were inferior because (biologically typical) females had 46 chromosomes and males had 45 somehow. Therefore, he argued that all XX chromosome people have Down Syndrome. Clearly, he had never heard of dosage compensation which occurs not only XX women, but Triple X Syndrome (XXX) women and men with Klinefelter Syndrome (XXY) too. He also neglected that XY men are more susceptible to sex-linked genetic disorders because the Y chromosome doesn’t really contain genes that code for non-sex related traits.
Yes, but was he a *good* microbiologist? There may be a few extra reasons he threw it all away…
David, we are together. I came up here right before thanksgiving. It’s going well. Thanks for asking. Kate is a bit of a fan. She thinks you have a “wicked wit”