ellemayoh

she/her | assigned male at DMV might fuck around and submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known

[sunny-sourzii]

They make me sick btw

[hollenix]

for the good of all mankind

[detectivehole]

unless its egregious, i'm not embarrassed to be fooled by ai. "oh i got lied to via something made by the Lying Machine the machine we made to Lie really well" like it's gonna happen it's no egg on your face. just be chill about it

[detectivehole]

don't get me wrong. it's always devastating always humbling. no one wants to fall for the lying machine it just sounds bad. but you can't dwell

[nevver]

Reggae records scene, Alex Bartsch

[moldyanchovy]

happy pride! redraw of my favorite panel from alison bechdel's fun home (original below the cut)

[animentality]

[opossum-mypossum]

[nudityandnerdery]

Just a casual reminder that posting on the internet about how you would want to do physical harm to members of the US government is something that they can (and will) detain you over, so just be careful what you say in public spaces like, uh, on Tumblr.

[nudityandnerdery]

I have got bad news for you about how connecting to the internet works and how corporations will respond to requests from the government.

[hearthfire-heartfire]

this is your semi-regular reminder that tumblr has cooperated with the fbi to hand over user information in a very public way at least once. and that's not the only way the feds can collect information on you either

[aomitois]

rb and tag your favorite song that's not in english, japanese or korean

[messsssmer]

"Whimsy" is truly a wretched term. What maketh thee so carefree?

[fireknightqueelign]

thy mother

[messsssmer]

Art thou for fucking real

[justalurkr]

Truncated text of tweet from MrPitBull, Mar 11, 2026:

She kept finding women in laboratory photographs from the 1800s. Then she read the published papers—and every single woman had vanished. Someone had erased them from history.

Yale University, 1969.

Margaret Rossiter was a graduate student studying the history of science. She was one of very few women in her program.

Every Friday afternoon, students and faculty gathered for beers and informal conversation. One week, Margaret asked a simple question: "Were there ever any women scientists?"

The faculty answered firmly: No.

Someone mentioned Marie Curie. The group dismissed it—her husband Pierre really deserved the credit.

Margaret didn't argue. But she also didn't believe them.

So she started looking.

She found a reference book called "American Men of Science"—essentially a Who's Who of scientific achievement. Despite the title, she was shocked to discover it contained entries about women. Botanists trained at Wellesley. Geologists from Vermont.

There were names. There were credentials. There were careers.

The professors had been wrong.

But Margaret's discovery was just the beginning. Because as she dug deeper into archives across the country, she found something far more disturbing.

Photograph after photograph showed women standing at laboratory benches, working with equipment, listed on research teams.

But when she read the published papers, the award citations, the official histories—those same women had disappeared. Their names were missing. Their contributions erased.

It wasn't random. It was systematic.

Women who designed experiments watched male colleagues publish results without giving them credit. Women whose discoveries were assigned to supervisors. Women listed in acknowledgments instead of as authors. Women passed over for awards that went to male collaborators who contributed far less.

Margaret realized she was witnessing a pattern that stretched across centuries.

Women had always been present in science. The record had simply pushed them aside.

She needed a name for what she was documenting.

In the early 1990s, she found it in the work of Matilda Joslyn Gage—a 19th-century suffragist who had written about this exact phenomenon in 1870.

In 1993, Margaret published a paper formally naming it: The Matilda Effect.

The term captured something that had been hidden in plain sight for generations. Once you knew the term, you saw it everywhere.

Her dissertation became a lifelong mission.

For more than 30 years, Margaret researched and wrote her landmark three-volume series: Women Scientists in America. She examined letters, institutional policies, individual careers. She gathered undeniable evidence that women in science had been consistently under-credited and structurally excluded.

Her work faced resistance. Many dismissed women's history as political rather than academic. Others insisted she was exaggerating.

Margaret didn't argue emotionally. She presented data. Documented cases. Patterns repeated across decades and institutions.

Eventually, the evidence became undeniable.

Her research helped restore recognition to scientists who had been erased:

Rosalind Franklin, whose X-ray work revealed DNA's structure—credit went to Watson and Crick.

Lise Meitner, who explained nuclear fission—omitted from the Nobel Prize.

Nettie Stevens, who discovered sex chromosomes—received little credit.

Cecilia Payne-Gaposchkin, who discovered stars are made of hydrogen—initially dismissed.

And countless others whose names had nearly vanished.

Margaret changed the narrative. Science was no longer just the story of solitary male geniuses. It became a story of collaboration that included women who had been written out.

The Matilda Effect became standard terminology. Scholars used it to examine how credit is assigned, how authors are listed, who receives awards, who gets left out.

[thereigning-lorelai]

(insp)

Project Hail Mary (2026) dir. Phil Lord, Chris Miller

[olicrosse]

[cephalopodvictorious]

fixed it

[star-thief]

[sabertoothwalrus]

BRING BACK THE BEAR!!! 🗣️👉🐻

[teashoesandhair]

"Working in Film must be so glamorous!" OK but one time we were filming at a small neolithic stone circle, right next to a commune full of hippies and neopagans with trust funds, and the neopagans were like, crack on lads, film what you gotta film, we'll just hang back and let you do your thing, only probably in a Surrey accent, and everything was going great and smooth, and then on the last day of filming the Locations Scout, who we'll call Keith, turned up to set with a fancy chicken in a cat carrier, and when I say fancy chicken, I mean an actual Fancy Chicken, the fanciest fucking chicken you've ever seen, with iridescent wings like mother of pearl dipped in ebony and a wattle that just wouldn't quit, like an actual prize winning pedigree chicken, and everyone was like, Keith, why the fuck do you have a Fancy Chicken, and Keith was like, my housemate is away, and he loves this chicken more than life itself because it is a celebrity chicken, and therefore it is very high maintenance so leaving it at home for my 13 hour workday was not an option, and everyone just sort of shrugged and said, cool, that's fucking weird, but you do you, Keith, and so they continued on with their day, did some filming, had some lunch, and periodically Keith would pause to let the chicken have a very tightly monitored wander and some delicious food, and all was well until they wrapped for the day and Keith was like, guys, has anyone seen the chicken, and everyone was like, oh fuck, no, we actually haven't, and Keith started to panic and he was like, oh fuck, my housemate is going to kill me, that chicken is literally famous in chicken show circles, it's basically the Kate Moss of chickens, we have to find the fucking chicken, and so they hunted under every nook and cranny, but all in vain, until someone had the bright idea of asking the hippies, so they went over to the nearest culturally appropriative structure and they were like, have you seen this chicken, and the hippies were like, no, sorry, but that's a sweet chicken, and Keith was like yeah, I know, hence why I'm stressed up to my fucking eyeballs trying to find this sodding chicken, and then finally one of the hippies was like... uh, yes, I have in fact seen that chicken, but I don't think you're going to like what I have to tell you next about the chicken, and Keith was like, you have to tell me about the fucking chicken right now, and anyway, long story short, one of the neopagans had apparently come across this luxurious chicken having a rest in its carrier, and had erroneously believed that this was some form of Locations gratuity, a gift from the production company as a form of payment to the neopagans for staying away from the filming, and this person had subsequently helped himself to the chicken and had then proceeded to ritually sacrifice it on the small neolithic stone circle

So, you know, not always that glamorous really

[teashoesandhair]

I promise you it's real; I genuinely could not invent this shit. The only part I've changed is Keith's name, because the Actual Guy has an incredibly niche and thus identifiable Welsh name, and Keith is just funnier. Good news! You do indeed live in such a world.

[tastefullyoffensive]

#Art (via timurse)

[happygoldfish]

Adding a picture of the building so you can see how high that star is off the ground. How the hell did the artist even do this.

[robotlyra]

“Is this the People’s Republic?” “NO, THIS IS PATRICK”

[spacemancharisma]

hey if you’re stuck being in church this sunday here’s a reminder that it’s completely free to think about gay sex and no one can tell. the government doesn’t want you to know this but jesus thinks it’s totally cool

[spacemancharisma]

THANKS FOR BEING FUNNIER THAN ME

[tpwrtrmnky]

Like. Look. Listen. I have taught introductory quantum physics at a university level, and I need you all to incorporate this into your trans advocacy: There are situations where you need to make a decision to prioritize being comprehensible to your target audience above being The Most Unassailably Correct.

[peppermintquartz]

You can try to teach a toddler about germ theory or you can get them to wash their hands because "yucky"

[tpwrtrmnky]

Teaching a toddler to wash hands because yucky when the Ethics Understander crashes through the roof. "STOP RIGHT THERE," the Ethics Understander shouts at me. "The disgust response is not a legitimate substitute for a considered value judgment, and in fact, weaponizing disgust instead of grounding those judgments in a more rigorous framework is fundamental to reactionary rhetoric!"

The toddler looks at me. "You are a fascist, auntie. I have seen the light and will now go eat chewing gum from the pavement, unless you can educate me on a rigorous framework on the microbiology of pavement chewing gum this very instant."

[tpwrtrmnky]

This is a hyperbolic example but here's a more real one:

You are trying to explain the trajectory of research on trans issues, and how the informed consent model came about as a wildly successful alternative to the gatekeeping model because time and again, people with clinical experience who actually cared about their patients found that just letting trans people transition was easier and the fear that it would lead to something bad was unfounded.

The Principle Understander is shouting at you that the medicalization of trans people is inherently unjust, and even the informed consent provider is still a gatekeeper, just a more lenient one.

You are already aware of this.

You are talking to someone who, as a first priority, needs to know what the worse gatekeeping model looks like.

The person you're talking to is asking "but isn't it good to give patients more time to think before making irreversible changes?" because they didn't hear the part where you explained that asking patients about their masturbation habits has nothing to do with anyone's safety. They missed it because the Principle Understander was on a tangent about the necessity of abolishing capitalism because paying for medication is bad, which again, yes but this is really not the time or place for that.

[wyf-of-bathe]

This has the funniest name btw.

[jewishtransdyke]

There's an Emily Dickinson poem about this:

Tell all the truth but tell it slant— Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind—