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The Real "Meritocracy"

Ah, the sweet, sweet sound of corporate buzzwords . “ We value diversity .” “We pay based on merit, not gender.” “ Equality is a top priority .”Isn't that adorable? You can almost hear the CEO patting themselves on the back after putting a woman on their marketing materials for International Women’s Day . You know the drill. The company’s newest campaign featuring the "empowered women" who get empowered paychecks… or maybe not, but who’s counting? Definitely not the HR department . Let’s get one thing straight. If you're a woman in engineering, your skills are, apparently, worth a little less than your male counterparts. How? Well, the math is simple, equal work, unequal pay . But don't worry, you’re probably “too emotional” or “not aggressive enough” to ask for more cash. It’s probably your fault. But don’t sweat it; at least you can enjoy your free coffee while working on a team of men who totally listen to your ideas, especially when it’s time to talk about you...

Poop Peeping

Let me tell you the story of how I nearly lost my will to live... over poop. Yeah, you read that right. Not heartbreak, not poverty, not existential dread, just plain ol’ constipation . Or as I like to call it now, poop peeping- when the poop comes to the door, peeks out, then slams the door in your face like, “Not today, ma’am.” It started innocently enough. A few missed meals here and there, a little dehydration (I was busy, okay?), and then boom everything stopped. My digestive system clocked out like a casual intern who only came for the free lunch. I didn’t think much of it at first. I mean, it’s just a skipped meal or two, right? Hours later, I’m bloated, gassy, and already regretting every life choice I’ve ever made, including that time I ghosted someone who just wanted to talk about my bad eating habits. Poop was teasing me now. I could feel it chilling somewhere in the hallway of my intestines, humming like it had nowhere to be. I’d sit on the toilet and feel hope. Just a litt...

The Role of Solar Power in Ancient Civilizations

Solar energy , one of the most powerful and abundant natural resources, has been harnessed by humanity for thousands of years. Long before the modern-day photovoltaic solar panels that line rooftops across the globe, ancient civilizations had already discovered ways to make the most of the sun’s rays. From heating homes to creating sustainable architectural designs , ancient people understood the sun’s power and used it to improve their quality of life. Although they didn’t have the technology we now rely on, their ingenuity in utilizing solar energy laid the groundwork for the modern solar revolution. Before the industrial revolution, many societies relied heavily on the natural environment to meet their energy needs. Ancient civilizations found that the sun could be a reliable source of warmth and light. The most obvious applications of solar energy involved heating spaces, drying crops, and even providing light. However, there were also sophisticated architectural strategies that ...

Tales From the West

If you’ve never interacted with a Luo man , let me save you the trouble. A Luo man is a vibe, a whole personality, a LinkedIn bio in human form. Everything he does, says, or even implies will remind you that he is living his best soft life and somehow, you should be impressed. I have had the...pleasure?...of “dating” two Luo men. I say "dating" in quotes because, in hindsight, I may have just been a spectator in a one-man performance. The first time was in high school. Let me tell you, I was catfished before catfishing was a thing. His photos had me believing he was built like a rugby player . I showed up, and this man was...well. Worse still, he had a mountain of laundry waiting for me. As if I had signed up for a domestic internship . When I politely declined (read: absolutely refused), he had the audacity to be angry. Imagine lying to my mother to see a man who wanted me to wash his socks. Tragic. The second one was worse. I never realized that a man could talk about ...