Saturday, May 31, 2014

Office Update #√(π/17)

Because I believe in including ALL the numbers.

Public Service Announcement:
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Dear any owners of gravity meters who are planning on sending in data to my company, asking if their meter is working,

Please,  do not, by any means, tell me where your meter is located.  This will not at all aid me in determining if that weird signal you saw is real or a sign of busted meter-itis.  It will certainly not help me to avoid developing a whole erroneous theory to explain said signal involving heavy flooding in a European country.  And most certainly do NOT, when I present this whole theory to you, which is the best I could come up with given the data, and even though this theory necessitates the somewhat troubling appearance of 7 m of water a scant 12 hours after the onset of the beginning of rain to explain the magnitude of the gravity signal, do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, take this opportunity to explain that this theory makes absolutely no sense because your meter is not, in fact, somewhere in the European countryside, but is, in fact, ON A VOLCANO IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PACIFIC OCEAN.  This information will in no way prevent me from tearing my hair out trying to figure out why I keep getting residual tide signals in the data, because this is in no way relevant to the fact that the meter is located ON A VOLCANO IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PACIFIC OCEAN.

In conclusion, please, I beg of you, do your utmost to send me chasing after completely incorrect theories for about a month by withholding this one piece of completely non-critical, trivial information.

Yours sincerely,
The recently bald geophysicist

Friday, May 16, 2014

Derivations from Deliberate Dancing Deviations

Google images also does not believe that women can lead in social dance.  However, men can apparently follow - in case you're interested, here's the article that goes along with it - it made me smile.


So I am very glad that I am not, in fact, a professional columnist, or that my capability to acquire edible food is in any way tied to the frequency of posts on this blog, else I'd be a might bit peckish at the current time.  In my defense, April happened.  Everything happens in April.  This is what April is for, apparently.

So, if you have perchance read any of my other posts* or you know me personally** you most likely know that dancing is one of my critical needs for mental survival.  At the moment, this need is primarily filled by salsa and contra dancing. And I really must highly recommend the dancing community in Boulder, because unlike many experiences I've had in the salsa dancing scene in Vancouver, I actually still have yet to encounter the Token Creepy Guy at the Boulder salsa dance, which I count as nothing short of miraculous, frankly.

*There's all of, what, nine of them currently, it's not too hard....
**Highly likely, as I rather doubt anyone beyond my Facebook-verse encounters these posts, which is...really, okay.

The dancing environment is so good, in fact, and the lessons beforehand so cheap, that I've felt comfortable enough to take the leap and start learning to dance lead*.  Aside from the initial kerfluffle of explaining to several very courteous men that thank you, I'm dancing lead for the lesson, and feeling just a twinge guilty about dancing lead when there was a shortage of follows, things weren't actually all that awkward.

*Whilst wearing a cute skirt, naturally.

The only aspect that bugged me, at first a little, and later, a lot, was the comments I kept receiving from my follows (all female):

"Oh, you're dancing lead!  I'm so impressed, I could never do that!"
"Oh, that must be so difficult."
"You're doing what I could never do!"

At first, these comments made me feel flattered and proud.  They approved of me dancing lead!  They admired that I was taking on something difficult!  But that inevitable follow-up comment, "I could never do that," just kept bugging me.

It finally dawned on me why - why did all these women think they couldn't do it?  I mean, goodness, I've danced with enough struggling male beginner leads to know that they certainly find leading difficult at first.  And good following, in my opinion, isn't necessarily easier.  It may be easier to pick up in the beginning, but to really follow well requires a considerable practiced ability to listen and understand a myriad of subtle non-verbal cues, that are all going to be different from person to person.  So why are all these women so very convinced that they lack the capability to lead?

I keep reading articles expounding on a common theme, that women don't advance, particularly in STEM fields, because they aren't confident, because they're socialized to think that if they struggle with something, it means they're too stupid to understand it and therefore they'll never get it.  I don't think I really believed that idea, until I realized I was most likely witnessing some of that very aversion to struggling in my salsa class.  And it made me just a tad annoyed.  Annoyed, because I know it doesn't have to be this way.

The whole idea that women apparently keep getting this message that if they struggle with something, it means they're innately incapable of doing it, makes me fume just a bit because it is just so alien to my own experience.  I mean, people keep telling me I'm "smart", but I've encountered really smart people, and personally I don't think I'm one of them.  Okay, maybe I'm a little quicker on the uptake sometimes in some areas.*  But really, I think the reason I seem smart is that I can be dang stubborn, and I've always been taught to be that way.  My parents rarely if ever let me give up because it was hard, although I'm sure there were times they would liked to for the sake of our collective sanity.

*As long as it's not a pop culture reference.  I make a bad trivia team member.

And if I continue along that thread this post will turn into "blah blah, BACK IN MY DAY, blah blah".  I could go on all day about this or that thing that programmed me to not give up in the face of something hard, and end up trivializing the struggles of all the girls in trigonometry or physics or [insert hellishly hard STEM class here], which I don't want to do, because, yes, they are hard.  Even with all the things I had going in my favor, they were really hard for me.  And no, you may not get some of it, or a lot of it, the first time round.  Or the second.  Or maybe even the third.  But, I've learned recently, rather to my surprise, it doesn't mean you can't.

I've been finding this to be true more and more in my current job, and this is one of the aspects of my work I think I most enjoy.  Okay, does anyone out there remember Taylor series?  .....I hear crickets.  Anyway, it's this thing where you take a derivative of a function and multiply it by the value of that function at 0, or whatever, and then you make a series out of all these second and third and so on derivatives, and I really don't remember the exact definition and I'm feeling too lazy to look them up and it would be in math-speak anyway.  For a long time I knew them as these things I learned at the very end of calculus, and they were tedious, and they were hard, and I had no concept of any use for them.  They certainly weren't something I really understood.  I mean, I think I passed the tests, but I'm also pretty sure the knowledge only stuck around just as long as it needed to, for survival purposes.

So, enter my job now.  Erm, I'm going to struggle explaining this a bit, but basically when you measure gravity, the gravity meter has to be level, so you're consistently measuring the vertical force of gravity.  Since we do not live in an ideal world, the meter isn't always going to be level, so you track how off-level the meter is and correct for it. Well, there are these constants you have to set that determine how the computer translates the electrical signal from the levels into a signal than actually means something in terms of angles, rather than volts.  If these constants are off, the angles the sensors spit out aren't correct, and the tilt of the meter isn't being corrected for properly, and you see a corresponding signal in gravity vs. time, which we want to be flat (because gravity at one location isn't actually supposed to change*).  The way to remove this pesky extra signal is to tweak those constants.

*Unless VOLCANOES.

And this is where Taylor comes in*.  See, these constants for converting electrical signal to actually useful data signal are wrapped up in this nice nasty formula involving multiple trig functions**, which mean you can't just take the level data the meter spits out, multiply it by a number, and yay, you're done.  No, you have to multiply the level data by a number and then take the COSINE!  And then MULTIPLY the cosines!  And subtract THAT from something ELSE!  All of which makes it an absolute nightmare to figure out what these special constants should be after the fact.  And this is where Taylor series come in - you can make a Taylor series of this nasty trig expression, and the resulting Taylor-ized expression IS something you can easily just multiply constants by and poof, no more tilt signal!

*And you thought I had totally gone off on a tangent.  You were almost right...
**Regardless of how I feel about Taylor series and least squares now, I STILL hate trig.

You still with me?  Okay, I think there may be at least three of you who haven't run off screaming in horror.  Anyway, the point of all that was, a) Taylor series turned out to be kind of cool and actually useful and b) I didn't really understand Taylor series in my math class years ago, but I was, in fact, able to dust off what remnants of that knowledge I had left, and use it to make a hard problem actually doable, for a practical purpose.  And there's all sorts of other math examples like that I'm finding - things like least squares, FFTs, various aspects of matrix manipulation, and so on.  Things that, despite my earlier encounters, I find I can understand after all, and better yet, can apply to do some cool stuff.  I'm actually finding I like math, and although I've never felt I was bad at math, I never used to feel like I was good at math or that I liked it.  Honestly, I still don't feel like I'm good at math.  BUT, I can use it, and that's really all I need.

So I want to send out some encouragement to all the women and girls out there struggling with science or math - no, you don't have to get it all right right now.  Enough to pass the class is probably helpful, enough to understand the science, also good.  But you don't have to get it perfect, you don't have to be that kid who knows out to 100 digits of pi*.  This isn't your last chance.  You will get many more chances to bang your head against a wall with this stuff, and eventually, most of it will get through.  Or at least, enough to makes some pretty graphs of properly corrected gravity data**!

*Something tells me at least three of my friends are that kid.
**Because all of you are going to go into gravity geophysics, right???

So, back to dance - I think it also dismayed me so much that all my follows found it intimidating to lead because I think I developed the guts to attack math – and, by extension, leading – from following in salsa dance.  There's something about following, at least for me, that grows a kind of gutsiness.  The kind of gutsiness from knowing that, although I have no idea what this lead's going to throw at me, I'm going to try my best to follow it, and if I end up flat on my face, well, at least I've got a great story for later, and will have probably learned a thing or two.  And the overwhelming majority of the time, I end up doing things I didn't think I could do.  Like, for instance, gracefully handling getting flipped upside down.  That was fun.  And, for me, after being challenged like this over and over, and still (rarely) falling flat on my face, it's not really so big a leap to make the jump to lead.

So, yes, it's hard, yes, there's that annoying kid who gets everything in three seconds - but you can do it.  If not now, the next time, or the next, or the next.  But I promise you, it is possible.  Embrace the fight – it doesn't mean you're weak, it's just what you have to do to learn something new and potentially awesome.  If you find yourself thinking, "I can't do this" – do it anyway.  You might just surprise yourself.

That post got a bit mathy/sciencey, so I most whole-heartedly welcome your stupid questions, because they are my very favorite kind.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Alone



In the past few years, I've read stories from many other women in the sciences, little bits and pieces of their experiences that I've learned from, taken heart from.  Part of the reason I wanted to starting writing is that I wanted to share my story, so that I might help some other woman of science in the same way I've been helped.

I also want to be honest.  And I feel like I wouldn't be telling my story honestly if I didn't write about the bad experiences with the good.  And right now, I'm finding it hard to be my normal cheery self.

I don't want to be an angry feminist. I don't want to be mopey and depressing. I would much rather be a hoorah cheerleader for LOVING my science. But dang it, this week... I'm tired.


I'm tired of being the only female in my office.

I am tired of not fitting in because I'm not a tomboy and I don't mountain bike or climb or ski.

I'm tired of being unable to participate in conversations about cars.

I'm tired of only being able to drink one beer if I want the slightest chance of being able to function after.

I'm tired of the whole office clearing out for lunch, and no one thinking to so much as pop their head in my office to let me know, before I raise my head from my work to suddenly notice how quiet the office is, and how empty the lunch room is.  

I am tired of dealing with a capricious boss who will sing my praises as a genius one day and effectively call me an idiot to my face the next.

I am tired of seeing every person who comes in for a job interview be male.

I am tired of torturing myself wondering if this new (male) geophysicist they hired, who has a bachelor's degree to my master's, is making more money than me and will eventually replace me before I had planned to leave.

I'm tired of being the one who doesn't quite fit, and of the treacherous fantasy that whispers that if I just changed the way I dress, researched cars, learned to mountain bike, then, then I'd have my in.

I'm tired of the nagging fear, thinking on how many female geophysicists I know who are my age (maybe two?), that this environment I encounter now will be the only environment I will ever know in my career.


I know in many ways I've got it crazy easy.  No one is sexually harassing me, no one is questioning my right to be there, and I do happen to like the work I'm doing – a lot.  But all these constant reminders of how I don't fit and how precarious my position is in this world.... that drags on a person.

Thankfully, there's a light at the end of this tunnel.  I'm getting out.  I know for sure now I'm starting my PhD in the fall.  I know there's at least one other female in my research group, and from what accounts I've heard thus far my future adviser is one of the nicest in the department.  I can have some hope that my life past the PhD would be different than my situation now, as I'm currently in the strange situation of a geophysicist working in what is effectively an engineering company.  In reality, I have yet to experience what working at a true geophysics company would be like, so I'm holding out the hope that working with geophysicists might be better than working with engineers (or at least these engineers).  I have to hope in the power of statistics – that my sample size of one is not statistically representative!

I find that my awareness of my situation as a female in a STEM field is something of a double-edged sword.  On the one hand, I am that much more aware of the negatives I face.  The gender disparity in my workplace and all it creates is all the more vivid for my awareness.  On the other hand – I can see around the negatives, I can know it's not just me.  This situation doesn't have to be "just the way it is".  Maybe I can't make it better, for myself, right now, but I can hope that in some small way I can make it better for the next female engineer or geophysicist or technician who walks through the doors.  I'm here.  I'm not going away.  I'm damn good at what I do.

And yes, I am wearing pink.

Friday, March 14, 2014

Office Update #395.23: Four reasons it's probably a good thing I don't have an office mate right now

I have arbitrarily decided, as the benevolent dictator of this blog, that Office Updates and Fails are exempt from the alliteration rule.  Accidental alliteration is acceptable.
  1. Balkan music boogie-ing
  2. Incessant mumbling whilst coding
  3. High frequency of data-related moaning
  4. Reduced likelihood of chocolate or favorite pen theft
  5. Spontaneous air fist-pumps over successful code

Of course, part of me is secretly looking forward to seeing the look on my unsuspecting coworker's face when they find out what I'm also doing when I analyze their data....

Monday, March 10, 2014

Geeking out with gPhones

By way of brief summary, a gPhone is a gravity meter that sits around for days or weeks or months or years and measures gravity very extremely precisely.  People usually use them for measuring Earth tides really really well, because apparently that's interesting to some people.  Me, I'm primarily interested in figuring out how the gPhone has gone haywire this time.

Oh dear.  I haven't explained Earth tides OR measuring gravity on this blog yet, have I?  Right then, that'll be a future post.

For now, though, you are going to indulge me in my nerdiness by geeking out with me over this lovely seismic signal that showed up in all three of the data sets I was analyzing today:


Isn't it GLORIOUS??  You can even see the P and S arrivals!!!!  This is the 6.9 magnitude earthquake that occurred off the coast of Northern California on the evening of Sunday, March 9, 2014.

It turns out that in addition to being good at measuring Earth tides really really precisely, gPhones also make pretty good long-period seismometers.  What's really cool is that these meters are so sensitive they can detect ocean waves crashing on the shore - and we're in Colorado.  Now, you won't see individual wave crashes, more just a lot of noise in a certain frequency range, but if you set up two gPhones right next to each other and look at the gravity they measure over time, this "noise" will look exactly the same, which means it's a real signal, not just some noise from the machine itself.  This completely blew my mind when someone first told me what that was.

GRAVITY IS AWESOME!!!

Friday, March 7, 2014

Stubbornly Stylish Scientist

I WANTED to go contra dancing in Boulder tonight, but, as usual, Mother Nature had other plans, and I am thus stuck at home hiding from the snow that didn't come and almost certainly would have had I driven out.  So, instead, I finished off this post.  Be GRATEFUL for your good fortune.

Since late undergrad or so I began what I thought of, in my vainer moments, as a one woman rebellion against the culture of masculinity in the Earth sciences – I wore a skirt every now and then.  Then, it became a hairstyle more elaborate than the braid and/or headband combo I wore daily for the first three years of undergrad.*  Then, a non-binary selection of shoes.  Then, tentative eyeshadow experiments.  Bit by bit, I pushed back against what I perceived as the boundaries of appropriate attire for a true Earth scientist.


*In defense of my fashion choices, it's somewhat challenging to find anything ELSE that will fit under a bike helmet and then survive the removal of said helmet without leaving the wearer looking like the more stereotypical mad scientist. **

**It's very important not to blow the cover, you see.

Eventually in grad school I progressed to near-daily eyeshadow use, and wearing *gasp* dresses to campus on a regular basis.  After a rather nasty and slow-healing wound on my knee made wearing jeans painful for months, the only clothing I could wear that I felt not-embarrassed-in-public-in were skirts and dresses, and now I find I wear jeans maybe once or twice a week, if that.  I will even, on not too infrequent an occasion, wear PINK.*


*More of a rose-pink than, say, bubblegum.  I leave the bubblegum-pink-wearing to my sister, who is much more skilled in the art than I.


What I've come to realize only recently is that I wasn't really rebelling against the dress-code in Earth Sciences.  (Well, okay, maybe a bit.)  I came to realize I was instead rebelling against my own internal definition of what it meant to be feminine.


I place a great deal of my self-worth in my intelligence.  For better or for worse, I've pretty much always been told that I'm smart, and so I've always been loathe to do anything that detracts from my "smartness", or others' perception thereof.  And it seems that somewhere along the line, I decided that "feminine" equalled "stupid".


Ever since I graduated from the EVERYTHING MUST BE PINK phase around late elementary school or so* I developed this knee-jerk instinct against anything even hinting of femininity (with notable exceptions for formal events like church, recitals, or school dances).  My dress code from about middle school on was jeans-and-t-shirt, no skirts, maybe a sweater/hoodie if I was cold.  Pink was to be avoided at all costs.


*And promptly moved on to the EVERYTHING MUST BE YELLOW phase, followed by the EVERYTHING MUST BE GREEN phase.


Back in my pink phase I also went through a phase for each successive Disney princess – hard.  Think Barbie-doll Snow White cake, taking mandatory naps holding a rose to my chest a la Sleeping Beauty, a hand-sewn Belle costume made by my mother that was a verifiable work of art, a three-tier Cinderella birthday cake....*  I had it bad.  Fast-forward back to the present, and enter the current Disney princess debate.  I never quite lost my love of the Princesses, my repressed feminine side making me squirm just a bit when I saw the anti-pink tirades, the YouTube videos trumpeting the subversive messages revealed in the Princesses' characters.**


*I should also add that this occurred during the first 8 years of my life when I was an only child with an extremely clever and talented mother who had, it must be emphasized, ONE child...


** Which I'm in complete agreement with as far as Snow White and Sleeping Beauty are concerned.  I mean, seriously, you meet the guy ONCE and you're in love, and then all you do is fall asleep for a while??  Now, Belle, on the other hand.... Stands up to bullies and is an incurable bookworm who follows her passion despite her peers' intolerance... Now THERE'S a role model.  


When I first saw the Disneyfied real-life heroines by artist David Trumble and his commentary on his motivations (Why should fictional heroines all look the same when real ones don't), I simply filed it away under "Anti-Disney" stuff with the usual flag of "vague unease and annoyance", as, generally, I did agree with the artist's point.  Like a good feminist, I viewed the sparkles and swirly dresses with the proper scorn every time the article popped up on my Facebook newsfeed, even though deep down I was secretly envious of Marie Curie's sweeping ball gown of science*.


*Which would probably be INCREDIBLY impractical in an actual lab


Some months later, I ran across this article.  I'd highly recommend reading the actual article, but in case (like me) you're too lazy to follow every link included in a blog, here's the quote that really got me:



"As I've noted before, the discomfort with princesses often seems to be a discomfort with those things considered feminine—frilly clothes, romance, sparkles, kittens, and sunshine. Making Gloria Steinem a princess is supposed to be silly and artificial because traditional femininity is silly and artificial.
But, as it turns out, making Gloria Steinem a princess is not silly and artificial. Instead, it is awesome. Which suggests, first of all, that femininity is, or can be, awesome."

Hang on a minute, what?  It's okay to be feminine?  It's awesome to be feminine?? Giving into some bits of femininity every now and then doesn't mean sacrificing my credibility as a scientist?  Well, heck.


So.....maybe my internal equation of feminine=stupid wasn't just coming from me.  I mean, it's the cheerleader stereotype, right?  Cheerleader is pretty, cheerleader is feminine, cheerleader is thus always stupid.....except I had a cheerleader in both of my AP Spanish classes.  School dances are stupid, vapid, vain, feminine affairs.... except I learned most of my organizational and people skills from helping organize groups of friends to go, plus I began my love affair with data by building the spreadsheets I used to help organize the events.


Why does it seem like a woman has be become masculine in order to become smart?  That beauty and brains are mutually exclusive?


Now, I realize when I discuss beauty I'm running the risk of opening a whole other can of worms with respect to the issues women face in the world, because of course the immense social pressure for women to be beautiful is generally regarded as Not A Good Thing.  Let me take this opportunity to say unequivocally that I'm not advocating that all women should be feminine.  I want women to could be feminine – if they want to be.

I'm not arguing that women HAVE to dress up pretty, I'm arguing that we need a world where the perception of a woman's intelligence is not dependent on whether she's wearing a dress or hiking pants, high heels or hiking boots.  I demand the right to be ALL the things!  Just as many in my mother's generation fought for the right for women to be masculine, I want it to be okay for them to be feminine, too.  We need a world where the idea of a female scientist a) exists (I'm looking at YOU, Hollywood) and b) can look like this or this or this or this or this.  There's so much talk of how stereotypes about women hold women back, that I wonder if this stereotype, feminine = stupid, isn't another one we should be trying to away with.  We need more sparkly scientists.


And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go do some hair physics.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

5 Ways to Welcome a Woman

There are no small numbers that complete the alliteration, sorry.

This list was inspired by my first few weeks working at a company where I am literally the only female in my building, and I believe the total number of females in the company is something like 5*, out of some 40ish employees**.

*Take that, Rand Paul.  I defy your statistics with my one singular data point.  Sort of like how climate change skeptics are almost certainly using the current winter.... but I digress...

**Who, as far as I can tell, share about 8 names total among the male portion.  Yelling "Ryan" would easily summon half the company.

Bolstered by a year or so of reading feminist articles via ESWN (Earth Science Women's Network, HIGHLY recommend), I was prepared for belittling, attack, rejection, stereotypes.  What I wasn't prepared for .... was loneliness.

I realized quickly that I had taken for granted how easy it was to make friends in a new academic setting, where there was almost certainly a cohort of similar aged companions all new in the same way you were, with veteran students ready to welcome new companions, and, crucially, at least one other female.  Now I faced the double whammy of "welcome to the workforce" and "welcome to minorityhood".

But, goldurnit, I think there's plenty of articles bemoaning what it is to be a woman in science.  Instead, I offer something different - a practical guide, based on nothing else than my expert opinion on all of five weeks in the workforce, for welcoming the first woman (or any woman!) to your company or place of work.  So, without further ado, I present:

5 Ways to Welcome a Woman
1.  Talk
2.  Ask
3.  Inform
4.  Include
5.  Swear

Talk
This is probably the most basic thing ever, and good policy for welcoming ANY new person - talk to them!  Something as simple as saying hi in the hallway, or asking them about the last place they lived/worked, etc., can do a world of good for helping that woman feel welcome.  I promise I will not jump down your throat with a feminist diatribe the second you open your mouth.  I am scared, I am new to this job and this city*, I just want a conversation.  I know I didn't really feel like I could be settled at my current job until I'd had around three longer than three-minute conversations at my work**.  Conversations make us all human, rather than scary faceless others.

*sort of...
**One of which involved a lively discussion on various creative methods of killings spiders, the sizes of which seemed to increase in roughly the same manner as "the fish that got away".

Ask
Probably more a corollary of Talk, but....ask the new woman questions!  Give her a chance to talk about herself, and give yourself a chance to know her.  Obviously, innocuous questions like "what do you do when you're not doing geophysics?" are probably better than "so, cutie-pie, wanna go downtown tonight and analyze MY data?"....

Also, in the first month or so, questions like "Do you know where x is in the building" or "Do you know how to use x software" are good, as they give the new person a chance to either say "yes!" and feel really über confident, or "no" and get help without having to try to figure out just who to ask, and then suck up the courage to ask.  Not that I'm incapable of asking, but.... with all the mental stress of being new AND outnumbered, one less hurdle to jump is a good thing!  In my case, I really appreciated it when one of my coworkers stopped by when I was working late one night to make sure I knew how to deal with the alarm system... because I definitely a) did not know how to use it and b) would not have enjoyed accidentally setting it off!

Inform
These are getting a bit redundant...whatever, five is a nice number.  ANYWAY, make sure your new woman knows the basics.  Who to ask for help (who is IT guy, who is fixit guy, who is finance person, etc.), where to get stuff, how to do things.  It's the little things that help... I think he felt rather awkward about it, but I was glad one of my coworkers was able to brave embarrassment enough to let me know I could ask him if he needed to supply any special bathroom stuff for the women's bathroom.... In case you're wondering, guys, we generally handle the "extra stuff" on our own*.... :)

*I'm still rather mystified by the 3+ bottles of lotion in the women's bathroom.  Is THAT what he meant?  Free hand lotion paid by the corporates?  I actually can't stand wearing lotion during the day, but now the temptation for abuse of supplies requisitions is definitely there...

Include
If you've got a running out-to-lunch day, invite her to join!  A ritual after-work beer?  Hand her one!  These sorts of informal gatherings can be really important down the road for making connections, gaining insight in your field, and getting jobs, so if you care about women's success, include them in these too!  I also like whiskey....

Swear
For the love, I will not shrivel up and blow away if you drop an F bomb in front of me.   Really.  You should have been a fly on the wall of my car when I was driving in Vancouver.  I may not swear in front of humans on a regular basis, but that certainly doesn't mean I can't if I want to*.  If you're directing something AT me..... that's debatable.  But, seriously, I find it hilarious that guys (typically those my dad's age and older) get tied up in knots trying to guard their tongues around me.... just relax, and I'll be able to relax too when I slip up!

*The fact that I wrote out "F bomb" notwithstanding...

Apologies if this post verges on the saccharine cheerful, but I'll defend myself in the lamest way possible by stoutly declaring that it is way easier (at least for me) to write whining sarcasm than cheerful sarcasm.  But if any way this helps some other woman feel welcome in her male-dominated office in the future, or, very much also importantly, it helps a guy feel like yes, he can do something other than be the big bad enemy of woman everywhere, my saccharine sacrifice will not have been in vain!*

*Including that last sentence.  Wince.