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Truncated text of tweet from MrPitBull, Mar 11, 2026:
She kept finding women in laboratory photographs from the 1800s. Then she read the published papersāand 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 itāher 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"āessentially 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 historiesāthose 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 Gageāa 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 structureācredit went to Watson and Crick.
Lise Meitner, who explained nuclear fissionāomitted from the Nobel Prize.
Nettie Stevens, who discovered sex chromosomesāreceived little credit.
Cecilia Payne-Gaposchkin, who discovered stars are made of hydrogenāinitially 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.
"Nightcap" - Part 5
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Well, Henry. It seems like it's definitely time to head out now....right?
...right?
Back when my partner and I were in college, one of our good friends would sometimes invite himself to crash in our room after a night of drinking. He'd come wandering in from whatever party heād been at, we'd have a nightcap and talk, and then weād put him to sleep on the floor, or in our cranky roommateās bed (if he was gone for the weekend), or even in bed with us. Kind of a toughie in a dorm twin bed, but when you're hammered many things are possible and more often than not, we were all pretty drunk.
When you're in that headspace (pleasantly inebriated), sometimes it can be easier to extend those kinds of offers for simple intimacy and to receive them, to have a night together that doesn't have to end when you go to sleep. Not everything is good about being twenty, but I miss those kinds of Saturday nights.
Anyways, I wanted to capture a similar feeling here with Henry and Hans. So much of their relationship to me is about what should be simple, but cannot be. And about what, despite everything, is. Like an offer to stay overnight in a friendās room and the question of whether or not to accept it. Does that make sense? I hope so.
There's just one part left! Thanks for reading.
"Nightcap" - Part 4
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Just when it seems like the night is winding down, it's Henry's turn to be thrown a curveball.
I went back and forth on what the dialogue should be here, and whether or not to make Henry self-effacing. He can definitely be a braggart, especially when he's been drinking!
But one of the purposes of this story is to underscore that, though time has passed since the hunt (and he's killed Runt since he has the room in the Pirkstein bailey), this a Henry who is still very much on unsure footing wrt his identity as a soldier.
Besides, the main purpose of this comic is an attempt to encapsulate his changing dynamic with Hans! So I chose to emphasize Hans' growing tendency to heap praise on his blacksmith's boy in contrast to his initial dismissive attitude. Maybe just imagine Henry got all the boasting out of his system at the tavern earlier, and, at this late hour, in this private place, is letting his guard down a little.
Anyways, thanks, as always, for reading. See you next week!
"Nightcap" - Part 3
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š*Reputation Gained*
One Sir Hans Capon, Lord of Pirkstein, allows himself to be caught off guard by a dung-grubbing buffoon with a black eye and wine smeared on his face.
Only two pages this week to give this beat a moment to breathe, but there will be probs 4 next week.
"Nightcap" - Part 2
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Changing pace and tone from sad nighttime to drunken bullshittery nighttime. Time has passed and the dynamic has shifted, but they're still pushing each other's buttons (and Hans is still deeply annoying).
Trying to replicate Henry and Hans' banter, especially when they're hammered, was extremely fun. Hans in particular often has this clipped, barking quality to his speech in KCD1, which, combined with the way he slurs his words when drunk, makes for bizarre line delivery that was enjoyable to try and capture with speech balloons. Thanks again for reading! See you next week.
"Nightcap" - Part 1
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So we all agree that at some point in KCD1 Henry starts sleeping in Hans' bedroom in Pirkstein castle, right? The game itself at least heavily implies it, since Hans doesn't consider it trespassing and the epilogue starts with Henry being woken in up in Hans' room.
I love that and I love everything about Henry and Hans' weird, intense, inappropriate, affectionate friendship in KCD1, so here's my personal, comic interpretation of how that sleeping arrangement came to be.
But first, we have to start at the start. Feeling deeply alone and deeply irritated by this arrogant asshole you're being forced to spend time with.
I'm going to try and upload this in installments of roughly six pages every Friday. Let's see if I can meet that mark! Thanks in advance for reading, this is the first time I've ever done something like this, but I just adore these losers too much to not.
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š ā¶ some redrawable moments from season 1 !! wanted to capture one of merthur's first big encounters as well as experiment with the way i could draw them^^
Top Surgery!
Hello friends in my phone! I finally have a tentative date for top surgery, and I'm told this is one of those situations where you're supposed to allow your community to rally around you. The cost of surgery itself and the medication is already taken care of, but if anyone would like to help with things I need post-surgery (zero pressure), I made a wishlist for that.
āspicy pillowā jokes aside, I think @flowerkroneāās tags deserve a serious reply:
#my old phone looks like this on my shelf lmao #im too scared to touch it to throw it away #idk what trash this even goes into when its at this point
The pillow-shaped object here used to be the phoneās battery. Itās not a battery anymore. Now itās a balloon full of corrosive, pyrophoric chemicals and hydrogen gas and itās one puncture away from burning your house down. I am 100% serious. You should be scared to touch it.
But you gotta touch it, because you gotta get it out of your house before the pressure builds up to the point where the balloon pops. This isnāt going to happen soon ā there is no need to panic ā but it will happen eventually.
And, indeed, it doesnāt go in the ordinary trash. You put this in the ordinary trash and youāre gonna set the garbage truck on fire. Donāt do that to the garbage collectors, their job is hard enough already.
The first thing you need to do is get a fireproof container. The most common household item that qualifies as a fireproof container is a cast-iron cookpot with a cast-iron lid ā often sold as a āDutch oven.ā Any other cooking container thatās unreactive, has a very high melting point, and has a lid made of the same materials will also work: enameled or stainless steel, Pyrex with glass lid, etc.
However: Do not use a pot with a PTFE-based non-stick coating. If the battery does explode, the fire will probably be hot enough to degrade a PTFE coating, producing toxic smoke. (Not that you should breathe the smoke from the battery fire either, but PTFE breakdown products are worse.) Do not use a pot made of aluminium or copper. The fire might even get hot enough to melt those.
Whatever container you use, you might have to throw away along with the phone, so donāt use your good Dutch oven for this. Go to a thrift store and buy a cheap one.
Once you have the fireproof container:
Gently pick up the phone and put it in the fireproof container. If possible, gently tape the phone to the bottom of the container to prevent it from bouncing around. Donāt put any padding in there, thatāll just make a fire worse if it does happen. Put the lid on and tape it shut.
Put a label on the container, something like āDEFECTIVE LI-ION BATTERY ā FIRE HAZARDā.
It is now reasonably safe to move the container around. However, if the battery does explode, the container is very likely to leak smoke and get hot, so keep it in a well-ventilated area and away from things that will be damaged by heat. Donāt leave it exposed to the weather, either.
You need toĀ find either a hazardous waste disposal site, or an e-waste recycler that will accept defective Li-ion batteries. I canāt help with that because I have no idea where you live.
However, your local fire department, if you have one, will probably be happy to help. Call their non-emergency number. Nothing is on fire yet, so this isnāt an emergency, but things that can easily start a fire are still within the fire departmentās responsibilities. Tell them you have a phone with a bulging lithium-ion battery, you put it in a fireproof container, and you want to know how to dispose of it safely.
If the fire department tries to tell you this isnāt dangerous or itās okay to throw it out in the regular trash (with or without fireproof container), hang up on them and write a cranky letter to your local government representatives, then keep looking for a proper disposal site.
When you do find a a hazardous waste disposal site or an e-waste recycler, call them and make sure they will take defective Li-ion batteries, before showing up. Thatās also a good time to ask if they will let you have the fireproof container back.
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[Image: A phone with the insides visible, including a battery that has inflated like a balloon. The photo is captioned, āPillow :33ā]
Reblogging because I would have had absolutely no idea what to do, either.
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