I’m Dr. Confused and I’m a rocket scientist.
That’s not quite true. I haven’t done any work on rockets, though I am probably relatively close to qualified to do so. I have a Doctorate of Philosophy in Aerospace Engineering. I work more on the “aero” side of things than the “space” side. As part of my undergraduate degree, I did in fact have to take one class in space propulsion (that is, rockets), and I assure you, it’s much easier than you’ve been led to believe. Aerospace engineering on the whole is not as hard as it sounds. I find it much easier, for instance, than getting a photocopier to staple my documents, or using public transit in a country in which I don’t speak the language. I’ve only been a doctor for a few months now, and frankly, nobody calls me doctor in real life, which may be why I feel compelled to use it in my handle.
I wasn’t going to tell you exactly what it is I did, but in a couple of the posts I’m planning during my guest-blogging stint here at Feministe, my area of study comes up tangentially and is hard to avoid. Just don’t use it to try to find out who I am, ok? I’m looking for a tenure-track academic job, and I don’t need potential employers finding the comments I’ve left on this blog. Not that I’m ashamed of any of the things I’ve said, but I’ve told a number of stories from my past that I wouldn’t share in a professional context.
I will be guest-blogging here for about ten days. Topics you may look forward to: sexism in our everyday professional lives, the leaky pipeline in science and engineering academia, the intersection of feminism with pregnancy and birth, gender-stereotyping of children, and whatever random thoughts come into my head during the next week.
My first substantive post will be sometime this afternoon. I’m only up right now due to pregnancy-induced mid-sleep hunger, and am hoping to get some more sleep.