First year, second semester, first day of the class called “Theory of Algorithms. “The professor walks in, takes one look at us, and utters, “Where is our science going?” Our class consisted of three boys and 47 girls.
This selection comes from the recently published nonfiction graphic novel, Soviet Daughter: A Graphic Revolution.
Ironed Curtains is excited to share our first-ever video submission. It was sent to us by the one and only Crazy Russian Dad (Facebook, YouTube), a seasoned observer of Russian/American culture. In it, he extends his expertise on American-Russian relations by examining the differences between Russian and American women, workplace taboos, and kotleti.
When I think about what it means to be a Russian woman, I think about clean, folded clothes.
What I've noticed in my math classes is that the harder they got, the less women were in them.
“I know, I know, you are all feminists now,” my dedushka likes to say. I can never fully tell if his tone is contempt or admiration when he says this.