I’m currently in my final year studying BA History and Politics, and am in the process of applying for a scholarship to study MA History of Medicine. For the application I need to write an diss proposal, it only needs to be a side of A4 and I have some ideas but no idea how to tell if they have potential or where to take them from here. If anyone has any advice or experience with these sorts of applications or with the field it would be amazing to run some ideas past you. Thanks!
On This Day in Herstory, August 29th 1926, Helene Ahrweiler, a Greek academic and UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador for Greece, was born in Athens, Greece.
After finishing high school Ahrweiler, the daughter of refugees from Asia Minor, went on to study History and Archaeology at the University of Athens. From there she moved to Paris and earned degrees in History and Classics, and in 1960 she completed her first PhD in History from the University of Sorbonne. By 1966 she had completed her second PhD in Philology, the study of structure and historical developments of languages; and just one year later she became a professor at the Sorbonne.
From here, her career developed rapidly; from 1970-1973 she was Deputy Principal of the Sorbonne, and she was Principal of the Sorbonne from 1976-1981. Ahrweiler was the first woman to ever hold this position in the history of the Sorbonne, and she was the first woman ever to hold the post of Principal at a world-renowned University. In 1982 the French President named her as Rector to the Academy of Paris, and Chancellor of the Universities of Paris.
Ahrweiler was also named Principal of the University of Europe in Paris, President of the Ethics Committee of the National Centre of Scientific Research in France, and Honorary President of the International Committee of Byzantine Studies. Additionally, the President of France offered her the Medal of the Battalion Commander of the Legion of Honor, this is one of the highest awards in France.
Throughout her studies and career, she was also the recipient of several Honorary Doctorates from Universities all over the world. As well, in 2008 she was named one of the 100 Greatest Greeks of all time.
Diane Elson (b. 1946) is a British economist and social scientist. Her research focuses on development, human rights and gender inequality.
She is an accomplished academic, having taught at institutions such as the University of Manchester or the University of Essex. She has also served as a special advisor for the United Nations Development Fund for Women.
A majority of millennial men failed to see women as equals, according to the study, which looked at how college biology students viewed their classmates’ intelligence and achievements, the Harvard Business Review reported.
Among the findings:
In every biology class surveyed, a man was seen as the most celebrated student, even in instances where women earned significantly better grades.
Men were also found to overestimate the intelligence of their male classmates over that of female ones.
Men continued exaggerating their assessments of the male peers, despite unequivocal evidence that their female peers were performing better.
Women, conversely, weren’t found to display a bias: Their assessments of fellow classmates tended to be spot-on.
The National Institutes of Health researchers pointed out that female STEM (science, technology, engineering, and mathematics) majors drop out at significantly higher rates than their male counterparts.
“The reasons for this difference are complex, and one possible contributing factor is the social environment women experience in the classroom,” they wrote.
Still,scores of men are under the impression that they’ve become the target of reverse sexism. Conservative columnist John Hawkins ranted in Town Hall last year:
“Men have it rougher in America than most people realize. In part, that’s because they’re one of the few groups (along with white people, conservatives, and Christians) it’s cool to crap on at every opportunity. In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a nonstop assault on masculinity in America.”
But research has confirmed the reality of gender bias against women. A staggering 90 percent of women reported experiencing gender harassment in the workplace, a2010 University of Michigan study found. The results suggest that such harassment had the purpose of driving women out of jobs and not the generally assumed motivation of trying to draw women into relationships.
“One could argue that, in these instances, ‘sexual harassment is used both to police and discipline the gender outlaw: the woman who dares to do a man’s job is made to pay,’” the researchers wrote, quoting an article by Katherine M. Franke, an associate professor of law at the University of Arizona College of Law.
As for millennial men specifically, they have been less accepting of female leaders than their older male counterparts, according to a 2014 survey of more than 2,000 adults residing in the United States, the Harvard Business Review reports.
Half of Millenial men said their careers would take priority over their partners’.
Three-fourths of women, on the other hand, said their careers would be at least as important as their husbands’.
oh look its the shit women have been saying all the damn time and antifeminists stamp their feet and cry about
Yikes
Securing Funding and Doing Science Easier Than Listening to Marginalized People, Study Finds
I hate modern dating. I do not know how to do it and dating apps are so confusing to me. I meet someone but becasue I do not know them I never know if they are interested or not and if I am waisting my time or not. But they also make me feel funerable, because I want to be in a realtionship snd be with someone. I hate it.
I left the coffeeshop and started my morning walk to the library. The coffee was in my right hand and my bike in the left, rolling besides me. It had gotten colder, and I was glad I took my scarf with me. When arriving, I locked my bike and started my way up the stairs. I hesitated to go to my usual place. My friends sat there, not of them working or even being concentrating. I hated their attitude towards education. None of them took university seriously. I turned and went looking for another desk to work at. Once I found one, I pulled out my book I had to read for one of my classes. I noted down whenever something important as mentioned and added my thought to the rim of the text, so I could remember later. Ever now and then I sipped on my coffee.
The girl across from me looked quite pretty. I realized that while taking a break. She was focusing on the books in front of her, always taking notes. She did not seem to notice me and so I took my time looking at her. Her eyes were beautiful, and I loved the shape of her face. When I had to start working again, it took all my willpower to refocus.
The next day I picked the same working space again, drinking my coffee. I decided to listen to music while working. Surprisingly, the girl from yesterday sat across from me. She worked in a manner tat suggested she was ambitious to be good at what she was doing.
This howl watching her study thing continued from now on. I soon learned that she sucked her lips into her moth when she was reading something complicated, and you could see the panic in her eyes when she could not find a fact she knew was there. She never relied on only one source. Her coffee was black, and she rarely listened to music while at the library. I only ever saw her walk here and soon I knew her schedule by heart. Or at least whenever she would arrive here. I learned about her habits and her routines. And I loved it. Yet, I never found the courage to talk to her. I was afraid she might be different then what I imagined her to be. And so, the next semester rolled around without me saying a single word to her.
It was Monday morning, the first day of lectures. I sat next to my friends, talking before the lesson would start. But then she walked in. Her hair was open, and she wore this flowery dress. All I could think about was how lovely she looked.
Later, when I was at the library again and sitting across from her, that was when I decided to talk to her, but I did it in a way that would be me. I took out my notebook and ripped a page out. I took my pencil and wrote “Hello my beautiful stranger. I think it is about time that we get familiar with each other. Beloved, your favorite study buddy”.Lastly, I added my number.
I sneaked it into her backpack when I was leaving university today. I was hoping she would find it soon and be interested in me and text me. Hopefully, this was not a mistake.
Coming of age is the most exhausting process I ever had to go through. I just turned 18 and now realise, that from now on I am the only one resposible for my actions. And that means that I simply cannot hide in bed when something is wrong, I have to get up and fix it. And even tho I luckly was not faced with such a situation yet, I know it will come. And I am scared because it is so new and I do not have any experince in beig forced to be the only one in control. It is new and you cannot learn it from a book. You have to experience it. And that is what I fear. The sitting around and waiting. The waiting for the first big decision I will mes up, the first time I will fail big time. And there is nothing that can prepare me for it.
I once owned a goldfish. It lived in a little fishbowl. It used to be my grandmothers. When I got it, his bowl was bare. No sand or any kind of plants. This goldfish never swam around. It stood mostly in the same place, barley existing. To me, it always seemed sad. Its world was so colorless. Nothing existed in it. The bowl was just filled with water and the fish itself. And I knew that he could see me and my flat. At the time, my rooms were filled with all kinds of things. Lamps were giving off lights in different shades, on every table was a tablecloth and on all the seats were pillows in all colors of the rainbow. Most of the time, there was music playing. I had such a lively apartment, I always felt happy when I entered it.
One evening I sat in a chair, listening to a musical peace by Mozart. In my hand was a whisky on the rocks. And on the table in front of me stood the little bowl with the goldfish. Right there, I started thinking about how this fish must feel. It is in its little bowl filled with nothing. It spends all its days watching my happy and filled life. I thought about how I would feel if it was me in that bowl watching that goldfish life my live. And honestly, none of the emotions I felt were good.
Th next day, I called in sick at work. I had a coffee and a toast for breakfast and got dressed. I left my apartment, went down the stairs and sat in my car, I took out a CD and put it in the radio of my car. Shostakovich, the second waltz. As I started driving, my fingers tapped along to the music. The destination: the zoo shop. It only took me about 15 minutes to get there. I parked and got out of my car. I strolled into the shop, looking for somebody to help me on my mission.
First, I got a bigger tank so my goldfish would have more space. Then I picked out different types of soils for said tank. Next, I went to get all types of decorations. Plants, caves, and decorative stones. I also bought the needed technology and better food for my goldfish. Lastly, I got some company for my goldfish. I thought it might be lonely. I went to the counter and paid for everything. Getting all the new stuff to my car took me a few trips for and back.
When I arrived at home, I was lucky because the parking spot before the house was free which meant I would not need to carry everything so far. So, I started unloading and carrying everything up to my appartement. Soon, I realized I had underestimated the weight of everything and when I was finished carrying everything upstairs, I was sweating.
I had a quick lunch and then got to work preparing the tank. I filled it with sand, stones, and soils. Next, I planted the different plants I had bought. I decorated and put in the little cave. Afterwards I got to work installing al the technology which was harder than it sounds. Finally, I filled the tank with water and put in the new fish. Overall, it took me 3 hours to get the tank ready for the move in of my goldfish.
Finally, I went and grabbed it and his old bowl. I talked to it, explaining what was about to happen. Then, I carefully put it into the tank to the other fish. It swam around once and then in the cave. I looked at it and thought to myself, what a shy fish it must be and that tomorrow it can start forming new friendships. Then it would finally be able to life its happy ever after.
Later that day, I took a drink and set down in my armchair. I was grabbing my book and read but took another look at my goldfish in its new home. I considered its new life and came to the realization that it was in desperate need of a name. And just like that, I decided to name it Beethoven. I did in fact not know his gender, but he anyways always felt more to be a male fish to me.
I read a little and went to bed. The next morning Beethoven still swam in his cave. I fed the fish and left for work. When I returned home, he was once again in his cave. This pattern continued and, on the weekends, I realized that Beethoven was not leaving the cave at all, not even to eat.
This did not change over the weeks, and I began to worry. I did not know what to do and so I did nothing and prayed it would get better. And sadly, one morning, I woke up and Beethoven was dead. I took him out of the tank and flashed him down the toilette.
I never expected it, but I was sad Beethoven was gone. Sitting in my armchair one evening I began thinking about why he was dead. I mean he died when I just made his life more colorful. He after all got a life just like mine, only adjusted to a fish.
He had all a fish would need and refused to take it. He did not eat or swim at all. It seemed like he was sad that I tried to better his life. It was like he wanted to stay in his tiny, empty, and depressing bowl and just be a fish. Was that what had been wrong? Did he want that life? But why? Or was it just me that thought he was not content in his old home, alone, and without a name? Is it my fault he is dead?
I sat there, in my thoughts about Beethoven’s death for hours and when I finally fell asleep it was already 3 a.m. Yet, I can recall my last thought before sleep took me extraordinarily clear: How can I assume to know how Beethoven felt? After all, I am not a fish..
Hello everybody and happy new year! I know I have not been posting lately, but I have been on vacation. First of all, I want to say thank you to all my followers, the past year has been great. And I am looking forward to keep building my account. But there is one thing I want to change. Tumblr created a way of making money with your account and I would like to use that. Mostly because I love what I do and because I wan to inspire. But I will not lie to you guys: I will start university soon and need to finde a way to support myself. And I want to do that with this blog. I still will post like usuall, but on the post+ version of my blog will be more in depth content. I will not start this right now, but I will post content that shows what this post + version will be like.
I can already say that it will be conected with history, society but also culture or my own writings. And maybe I will start a seperated podcast, but that will definetly take time.
Please give my some feedback so I know what you guys want and like about this blog so I can keep and better my content. Thank you!
Sorry that I was not more active lately. I am in the beginning exam season and I am STRESSED. I will try and post more regularily, but I cannot promisse. ~ Pauline
