soccer and the boys
Boys and soccer they seem like they own the field i HATE being teased or something just because my image is to them girly but really im not all prissy and know it all im a GIRL who knows how to play soccer and my team has won 2 years in a row……and this site has helped me know that girls rock and dont let the boys think what you are not we all have are girly days ….but i sure know im sick of BOYS AND THERE IMMATURE thinking that us GIRLS cant play the game soccer cause the best victory against the boys was me and my bff played against *Ryan and *jeremy and we won!!!!!.
*names have been changed for personal info
Girls Can’t Be Programmers, Part 2
I always find it interesting whenever I hear stories such as Sam’s in Girls Can’t Be Programmers. I have been pretty much studying programming also but I also dive into computer engineering (working with hardware and telecommunications). I’m pretty intuitive as to how people treat me and interestingly, I very rarely felt discriminated against. It is possibly due to the fact that I am a visible minority who has grown up in Vancouver, Canada. My tomboy (still so at this age) personality and my keen sense to learn might also have to do with the perception, especially with my peers
I was interested in computing from the get-go when I got my first computer. Even with 7 years of clicking and HTML experiences, by the time I entered university to get a career in computing, I realized I didn’t know how to program in the strictest sense of the verb. I understood code just fine, but would be completely lost as to what to do with an empty screen and a page of specs. I had to repeat the programming course and retook it over a summer semester. (I’ll say first that I’m lucky and grateful for the teachers/mentors I’ve known.) That summer semester was when I literally had one-on-one with the same instructor and eventually all the abstract concepts hit me. Never was there a look, an utter, nor a gesture that would indicate I shouldn’t learn how to be a programmer or anything sexist.
My soundtrack
I’ve got a pretty lame fight song and some others that don’t quite fit, but some pretty good ones, too!
1. Opening Credits: “Bittersweet” - Galactic
2. Birth: “Hell” – Squirrel Nut Zippers
3. First Day At School: “Try to Explain” – Mudhens
4. Falling In Love: “The River” – Garth Brooks
5. Fight Song: “My Lonely Sad Eyes” – Maria McKee
6. Breaking Up: “Bedbugs and Ballyhoo” – Echo and the Bunnymen
7. Prom: “The Riddle”- Five for Fighting
8. Life: “Scattered”- Green Day
9. Mental Breakdown: “Chuco’s Cumbia” – Los Lobos
10. Driving: “Come Original”- 311
11. Flashback: “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”- Israel Kamakawiwo’ole
12. Wedding: “Open Ended” - Sebadoh
13. Birth of a Child: “Clamp Down” – The Clash
14. Final Battle: “Take Down the Union Jack” – Billy Bragg
15. Death Scene: “Personal Jesus”- Johnny Cash
16. Funeral: “Turn the Light Out” – Big Head Todd & the Monsters
17. Ending Credits: “Steve McQueen” – Sheryl Crow
Women in Poker
Ask any woman who plays poker about her first time playing a live game. Ask her what she was feeling the very first time she stepped toward the poker room in a live casino. Ask her what was going through her head at the very sound of “Shuffle up and deal.” In all likelihood the hair on the back of her neck was standing up on end and she felt like she was going to vomit. I know that sounds silly but entering a poker room as a woman is not the easiest thing to do. In online poker rooms women make up about half the players. But in a live poker room it is more like 6-10%. So for every 100 people only 10 might be women. And for some poker rooms that number is generous.
Since the beginning of time poker has been considered a man’s game. It was played in smoke filled back rooms of the elite and in dusty cellars of underground card rooms. Not many women dared to make even the slightest attempt at entering the room unless they were scantily dressed and prepared to serve drinks. It was a gentlemen’s game and has remained that way for centuries. Even in the 1980’s women at the tables were frowned upon and not taken very seriously. Not until Barbara Enright showed them otherwise when she became the only woman to make a World Series of Poker Championship final table. Even twenty years later women are still not taken as seriously as we should be. But we are working on it.
About Me
Before I tell you a bit about myself, I want to congratulate Gretchen on a job well done! The site is a great outlet for women who are trying to compete in what used to be a “mans’ world.” I hope you all get all you can out of it and put into it what you can.
My name is Amy Zupko on most forums and sites I go by the name Zupko2001. I am a wife and mother of three. Two boys ages 18 and 15 and one girl who is just turning 7 and truly believes that she is a princess. I can tell you from experience that my mother got even.
I work at a local retail establishment as a “third key” in other words I do the same job as the management but don’t get the pay that goes with it. I enjoy my job though. I work with several departments that I order, market and merchandise. Only thing I am not crazy about is the hours. With my daughter so young it can be tough to work nights.
My other job is probably the most satisfying and rewarding job of all. I am a writer/publishing assistant for Woman Poker Player Magazineas well as a moderator for Womens Poker Club. I also co host a show on Hold’em Radio about women in poker.
I’m sure you have heard some horror stories about women in poker. I can easily tell you that most of us are not gambling addicts, we do not spend our mortgage money on poker, and we don’t neglect our kids due to online poker. We are women trying to make it in what has always been considered a man’s game. We are no different from the musicians, career women and athletes trying to break through the glass ceiling and just want to be treated equally and taken seriously.
Blogging Chicks Mother’s Day Carnival
Girls Can’t WHAT? is hosting the Blogging Chicks Mother’s Day Carnival for this week. Check out these fantastic writings about motherhood from some amazing women bloggers:
Being Me
Tonight I saw a woman at the grocery store whom I hadn’t seen in months. I have missed her very much…she is the parent of a girl who used to be in the same dance class as my daughter, and this woman has given me so much support over time…so much encouragement. She spoke to me tonight as if we’d never been apart, and she remembered everything that had been going on in my life several months ago. I was amazed. Then, before we left, she said, “You look good! You look like you’ve lost weight!”
*sore subject with me*
I shook my head as she hugged me and I replied, “Well, uh…no, I haven’t.” And I sort of…shrugged, I suppose. Then she looked at me and said (in front of my husband, no less): “It’s that self-image thing again, isn’t it? We all need to work on that. You are beautiful. So many women would love to look like you.”
Riiiiight. Oh, sure, I just got a call from Sports Illustrated the other day and they want me for the swimsuit issue…NOT! I think my jaw hit the floor, because I wanted to laugh in her face! ![]()
But after she walked away, I thought, “You know, my self-image is poor for many reasons. And I wish it wasn’t.”
Denial and Bumps in the Road
“Adoption was never really considered, because I don’t want my sons internalizing the fact that I am willing to give up their brother or sister….I made a choice to end two pregnancies. I made a choice to continue to give my two sons the time and attention that they deserve. I made a choice to not burden our family financially. I made a choice to spend more time with my husband and to help our relationship, as not only parents, but as lifetime partners, flourish. I don’t regret my decisions and I’m not sorry.”
“My husband and I decided that we unable to care for another child since he works 70 hours a week and I am a full time student and work full time. I didn’t feel guilty about our decision only about not taking precautions so we didn’t have to make a choice….” (Emphases mine)
(Both quotes taken from www.imnotsorry.net)
Go ahead. Go back and read them again. See anything unusual about the logic here? I am not trying to belittle these women and their experiences. In fact, it makes me sad to read what they went through, and to read of the choices they made. I am, however, using their statements to bring some things to light about abortion and womanhood. Read more
The word “Can’t” - An inspiration to us all
In my opinion, one of the most inspirational words in the English language is the word “Can’t”
How could this be inspirational?? The word “Can’t”…
… ticks off so many people
… hurts people’s feelings
… makes people ask why
… leaves room for improvement
… makes people think
… opens many doors
… makes average people shine
… makes many companies rich
… wakes people up
Girls Can’t Be Programmers
Hello,
I am being told almost every single day at the university that girls shouldnt be programmers. They can’t do it. They dont have what it takes. and then they say, that I am one of the “rare kind” that doesnt count. It bothers me and it bothers me A LOT to be in a classroom that the teacher praises the guys in and if a some girls make a mistake, its a joke. I have spoken to several staff members but nothing has solved the problem. The thing is, it is true what the teachers say, in my country the girls just want to graduate and thats it. So, they sign up their classes with easy going professors and they do succeed.
I signed up my classes with the tougher teachers and I am emotionaly suffering with their attitude towards women programmers. Several have told me that they would rather teach a class full of boys then have some girls in their. I know they dont mean me, but it still bothers me and I would like to do something about it. I am popular among staff and a board member at a programming club (the only girl, the rest are guys) and I can start something at the university, I just need help in starting something good. Something that will change the girls and will also change the teachers’ attitude towards them.
Thank you.
Sam
