Why do hurricanes with girly names result in more deaths? Lingering sexism as the main author of the study suggests? Perhaps. But I'd still want to double-check while thinking about this explanation:
For a start, they analysed hurricane data from 1950, but hurricanes all had female names at first. They only started getting male names on alternate years in 1979. This matters because hurricanes have also, on average, been getting less deadly over time. “It could be that more people die in female-named hurricanes, simply because more people died in hurricanes on average before they started getting male names,” says Lazo.
The study author argues that those facts don't matter, but surely the much smaller sample size of hurricanes called Chuck or Bob affects the comparisons. So might the very large death tolls of the early hurricanes, though, once again, the author states that this is not the case. I haven't looked at the study, what with being tired after traveling and also emotional as is the wont of female goddesses.
Just kidding there. #NotAllGoddesses are emotional basket-cases (though Hera is). I plan a long post on the #NotAllMen and #NotAllWhites Twitter hashtags, by the way. Very very long it will be, and complicated.
This is an interesting piece about how to review literature written by women. I partly agree, partly need more thinking on all that (i.e., asking myself if male writers are held to the same standards or not).
And this series of pictures teaches you how to be a man. It's tongue-in-cheek, and right away made me imagine similar series of pictures about how to be a woman (walking on corkscrews under your heels, the prison of bras etc.). Why does performing a gender have to be so much work?
An interesting story about the real estate market in London, England. It suggests that the reasons why some invest in housing have nothing to do with wanting a place to live in. That's obvious, of course, but what happens when a plurality of buyers act on those kinds of incentives?
Finally, I really really want to be a fly on the wall in one of the Bilderberg meetings, to learn what our overlords (and a few token overladies) are planning for this planet.