Author: Deb

Compared to the abuse suffered by the women I follow on Twitter it is insignificant when my work is described as weak. Lacking Scientific Method. I still shed tears onto white, 50% recycled paper marked with three sets of track …

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The old, white man rang my mobile about ten minutes before my PhD exit seminar began. Unbeknownst to the caller, I had removed all men, including him, from my panel many years before, in an obscure form-ridden process that appeared …

My Space Read More »

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This is pretty much how my PhD fieldwork was for me. Wonky, beautiful, unexpectedly difficult. (music by Fossil Rabbit, Not Tetris created by StabYourself, featuring Zoe Konovalov)

Someone wrote to me today that they hoped I had done what I did as a choice and not a sacrifice. I hesitated a lot before answering, partially (mostly?) because I was attempting to obey the Rotary rule of ‘kind, true, necessary’ …

Choices, an elimination game Read More »

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My grandfather was a surgeon, and married a nurse. For the entirety of his working and marital life he had good women to do his bidding. It was never clear whether he really considered what they thought, what they wanted, or …

Mother’s father Read More »

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A little way back I attended Catherine Devenys ‘Gunnas’ writing class. She’s sassy, funny, clever and full of little tricks to get hands to keys. Highly recommended, see her site for class schedules. Here’s something I wrote during the day.

It was about 3 months ago that I decided that every last citation that I would include in the yet-unwritten parts of my PhD thesis would have at least one female author/editor. Sick to death of seeing strings of male …

“Find one or two women” A manifesto for the times Read More »

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My first memory is of my grandmother, a symbol perhaps of the important, inspiring and loving role she played in my life. She came down to help my family when my little brother was born. I was three. We picked …

Grandmother / Eulogy Read More »

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After a period of dormancy, the larva emerges to face the world:

The comment period is open for ten days. The public, and its affiliated institutions, are invited to hold forth on each project’s potential impact on Australia’s matters of national environmental significance, as legally defined in federal law through the Environmental Protection …

Mermaid in the Mail Read More »