Resist, persist, repeat.
Claire Keane

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shark vs the universe
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Resist, persist, repeat.
Jackie Best
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.
I have a hefty amount of stressors in my life right now. Elderly and ill parents, accelerating career, husband who can’t entertain himself but is semi retired, etc. It’s manageable if I take breaks and find ways to look after myself, though I’m not awesome at that. So, it’s perhaps an indicator that I’ve lost my damn mind that I’ve spontaneously started thinking about thanksgiving dinner and how the fuck I’m going to balance all the cooking. I mean it’s July. And I can’t give any coherent reason why, except that I woke up on Saturday, cranky and semi obsessed. Clearly I’m round the bend. Whatever. My brain does what it does.
On a positive side note, I found what looks to be a banger of a recipe for sweet potato salad, that can be made ahead and will hold well, and that shit is happening.
BOB EVANS, girl! You can order entire meals! Please, don't stress yourself out more. You can take brake. And have everyone bring something - including the alcohol. It's actually quite good and it will save your mind.
Thanksgiving Dinner
Farmhouse Feasts
@gaeliclass You’ve given me the best idea! I don’t actually like turkey all that much, but there’s a place here that does something similar to what you’re recommending, but with beef Wellington. Sold! And the vegetarians can make their own damn risotto! Thanks much! I feel less looney already!
I have a hefty amount of stressors in my life right now. Elderly and ill parents, accelerating career, husband who can’t entertain himself but is semi retired, etc. It’s manageable if I take breaks and find ways to look after myself, though I’m not awesome at that. So, it’s perhaps an indicator that I’ve lost my damn mind that I’ve spontaneously started thinking about thanksgiving dinner and how the fuck I’m going to balance all the cooking. I mean it’s July. And I can’t give any coherent reason why, except that I woke up on Saturday, cranky and semi obsessed. Clearly I’m round the bend. Whatever. My brain does what it does.
On a positive side note, I found what looks to be a banger of a recipe for sweet potato salad, that can be made ahead and will hold well, and that shit is happening.
Tide Pools
Moolack Shores, Oregon Coast
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Temple of Apollo, Portara, Naxos, Greece
Credit: Athan Andreas
in Bruges…
📷 Rachel Bonner
Rocky Mountain National Park
This doesn’t change after menopause. It seems to intensify both qualities. And I’m very ok with that.
I, Too by Langston Hughes