I remember now,
How the threads of life unravel
A time ago unwrapping blessings became difficult
But I remember a love that kept me embalmed in water
And made me a water bearer.

There were times when I wished for even a fathers shadow
Days when I yearned to be yoked to my mother.
When I swam unclear waters hoping to cleanse
And I was baptised over a hundred nights
Washing in sacred tears that made the god of my grandmother weep to her knees.

I remember how to unclench my fists
I had nestled my insecurities into my core
And forgotten I had roots
But now that i see holiness in my skin
Now that my heart has grown into its own
Days of been an island are over.

– water bearer - Tapiwa Mugabe, tapiwamugabe.tumblr.com (via tapiwamugabe)


From the “Fucking Tourists!” series by Jolipunk, who asked local people like this Peruvian woman to express their real feelings about having their photos taken by tourists.

From the “Fucking Tourists!” series by Jolipunk, who asked local people like this Peruvian woman to express their real feelings about having their photos taken by tourists.

Some molecular biologists say that, aeons ago, the mitochondrion was a free-living organism with its own DNA, and possessed the secret of generating lots of energy. It invaded single celled nucleated organisms and has stayed on ever since, dividing, like yeast, by binary fission. …So each of us inherits our mtDNA from our own mother, who inherited her mtDNA intact from her mother, and so on back through the generations – hence mtDNA’s popular name, ‘the Eve gene’.

To say that we get exactly half of our DNA from our father and half from our mother is not quite true. One tiny piece of our DNA is inherited only down the female line. It is called mitochondrial DNA because it is held as a unique circular strand in small tubular packets known as mitochondria that function rather like batteries within the cell cytoplasm. Some molecular biologists say that, aeons ago, the mitochondrion was a free-living organism with its own DNA, and possessed the secret of generating lots of energy. It invaded single celled nucleated organisms and has stayed on ever since, dividing, like yeast, by binary fission. Males, although they receive and use their mother’s mitochondrial DNA, cannot pass it on to their children. The sperm has its own mitochondria to power the long journey from the vagina to the ovum but, on entry into the ovum, the male mitochondria wither and die. It is as if the man had to leave his guns at the door.

So each of us inherits our mtDNA from our own mother, who inherited her mtDNA intact from her mother, and so on back through the generations – hence mtDNA’s popular name, ‘the Eve gene’. Ultimately, every person alive today has inherited their mitochondrial DNA from one single great-great-great-…-grandmother, nearly 200,000 years ago. This mtDNA provides us with a rare point of stability among the shifting sands of DNA inheritance. However, if all the Eve chromosomes in the world today were an exact copy of that original Eve mtDNA, then clearly they would all be identical. This would be miraculous, but it would mean that mtDNA is incapable of telling us much about our prehistory. Just knowing that all women can be traced back to one common ancestral Eve is exciting, but does not get us very far in tracing the different lives of her daughters. We need something with a bit of variety.

This is where DNA point mutations come in. When mtDNA is inherited from our mother, occasionally there is a change or mutation in one or more of the ‘letters’ of the mtDNA code – about one mutation every thousand generations. The new letter, called a point mutation, will then be transmitted through all subsequent daughters. Although a new mutation is a rare event within a single family line, the overall probability of mutations is clearly increased by the number of mothers having daughters. So, within one generation, a million mothers could have more than a thousand daughters with a new mutation, each different from the rest. This is why, unless we share a recent maternal ancestor over the past 10,000 years or so, we each have a slightly different code from everyone else around

Over a period of nearly 200,000 years, a number of tiny random mutations have thus steadily accumulated on different human mtDNA molecules being passed down to daughters of Eve all around the world. For each of us this represents between seven and fifteen mutations on our own personal Eve record. Mutations are thus a cumulative dossier of our own maternal prehistory. The main task of DNA is to copy itself to each new generation. We can use these mutations to reconstruct a genetic tree of mtDNA, because each new mtDNA mutation in a prospective mother’s ovum will be transferred in perpetuity to all her descendants down the female line. Each new female line is thus defined by the old mutations as well as the new ones. As a result, by knowing all the different combinations of mutations in living females around the world, we can logically reconstruct a family tree right back to our first mother.

Although it is simple to draw on the back of an envelope a recent mtDNA tree with only a couple of mutations to play with, the problem becomes much more complex when dealing with the whole human race, with thousands of combinations of mutations. So computers are used for the reconstruction. By looking at the DNA code in a sample of people alive today, and piecing together the changes in the code that have arisen down the generations, biologists can trace the line of descent back in time to a distant shared ancestor. Because we inherit mtDNA only from our mother, this line of descent is a picture of the female genealogy of the human species. Not only can we retrace the tree, but by taking into account where the sampled people came from, we can see where certain mutations occurred – for example, whether in Europe, or Asia, or Africa. What’s more, because the changes happen at a statistically consistent (though random) rate, we can approximate the time when they happened. This has made it possible, during the late 1990s and in the new century, for us to do something that anthropologists of the past could only have dreamt of: we can now trace the migrations of modern humans around our planet. It turns out that the oldest changes in our mtDNA took place in Africa 150,000 - 190,000 years ago. Then new mutations start to appear in Asia, about 60,000 – 80,000 years ago. This tells us that modern humans evolved in Africa, and that some of us migrated out of Africa into Asia after 80,000 years ago.

It is important to realize that because of the random nature of individual mutations, the dating is only approximate. There are various mathematical ways of dating population migrations, which were tried with varying degrees of success during the 1990s, but one method established in 1996, which dates each branch of the gene tree by averaging the number of new mutations in daughter types of that branch, has stood the test of time.

A final point on the methods of genetic tracking of migrations: it is important to distinguish this new approach to tracing the history of molecules on a DNA tree, known as phylogeography (literally ‘tree-geography’), from the mathematical study of the history of whole human populations, which has been used for decades and is known as classical population genetics. The two disciplines are based on the same Mendelian biological principles, but have quite different aims and assumptions, and the difference is the source of much misunderstanding and controversy. The simplest way of explaining it is that phylogeography studies the prehistory of individual DNA molecules, while population genetics studies the prehistory of populations. Put another way, each human population contains multiple versions of any particular DNA molecule, each with its own history and different origin. Although these two approaches to human prehistory cannot represent exactly the same thing, their shared aim is to trace human migrations. Tracing the individual molecules we carry is just much easier than trying to follow whole groups.

Stephen Oppenheimer
Link to article with diagrams:
http://www.bradshawfoundation.com/journey/eve.html

boxlunches:

colorsoftheswim:

pastelmorgue:

ubuntuliberation:

"The average prison sentence for men who kill their intimate partners is 2 to 6 years. Women who kill their partners are sentenced, on average, 15 to 17 years. A pair of Maryland cases vividly illustrates this inequality in sentencing. In one case, a judge in Baltimore County, Maryland sentenced Kenneth Peacock to 18 months for killing his unfaithful wife. The very next day, another judge in the same county sentenced Patricia Ann Hawkins to three years in prison for killing her abusive husband. Significantly, the prosecutor in the Peacock case requested a sentence twice as long as the one imposed, while the prosecutor in the Hawkins case requested one-third of the sentence imposed.”  “As many as 90% of the women in prison today [2008] for killing men had been battered by those men.” ~ The Michigan Women’s Justice & Clemency Project

try and tell me sexism isn’t real

Hold the fucking phone

So about that one song in Chicago

boxlunches:

colorsoftheswim:

pastelmorgue:

ubuntuliberation:

"The average prison sentence for men who kill their intimate partners is 2 to 6 years. Women who kill their partners are sentenced, on average, 15 to 17 years. A pair of Maryland cases vividly illustrates this inequality in sentencing. In one case, a judge in Baltimore County, Maryland sentenced Kenneth Peacock to 18 months for killing his unfaithful wife. The very next day, another judge in the same county sentenced Patricia Ann Hawkins to three years in prison for killing her abusive husband. Significantly, the prosecutor in the Peacock case requested a sentence twice as long as the one imposed, while the prosecutor in the Hawkins case requested one-third of the sentence imposed.”

As many as 90% of the women in prison today [2008] for killing men had been battered by those men.

~ The Michigan Women’s Justice & Clemency Project

try and tell me sexism isn’t real

Hold the fucking phone

So about that one song in Chicago

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