An inward grin

I appreciate that women in science are a minority due to cultural pressures which I hope to negate where I see them. Having never seen any convincing biological evidence, I tend to disbelieve in intrinsic reasons. Neither do I go out of my way to look for biological evidence, because it's a sad endeavor to seek truths which disempower people.  

I am content being a quiet mover in a movement which is, at skin level, dominated by louder movers. The loudest movers are fanatical and I cannot take them seriously. They speak of good and evil, and are astonished when they meet people without their ardor for truth. Though I sympathize, their company is often difficult, conversations are fraught with hard statements with no soft edges. Often the loudest movers are the ones who have been most hurt by these cultural pressures. Though they have recovered enough to empower themselves to help others, they never fully recover and bear the scars of lifelong battle. Frailty, bitterness, grand jagged speeches. Gone is the fluidity of a calculated response, instead emotions run them ragged and betray them as still-victims.

It's refreshing to see fellow quiet movers. I don't find them as often in the debris, but sometimes they betray themselves by a compassionate remark which remains smoothly light-hearted. I grin and pat them on the back. Metaphorically of course! I am never one to betray myself.