UNDERGRADUATE RESEARCH BLOGS
The Office of Undergraduate Research sponsors a number of grant programs, including the Circumnavigator Club Foundation’s Around-the-World Study Grant and the Undergraduate Research Grant. Some of the students on these grants end up traveling and having a variety of amazing experiences. We wanted to give some of them the opportunity to share these experiences with the broader public. It is our hope that this opportunity to blog will deepen the experiences for these students by giving them a forum for reflection; we also hope these blogs can help open the eyes of others to those reflections/experiences as well. Through these blogs, perhaps we all can enjoy the ride as much as they will.
EXPLORE THE BLOGS
- Linguistic Sketchbook
- Birth Control Bans to Contraceptive Care
- A Global Song: Chris LaMountain’s Circumnavigator’s Blog
- Alex Robins’ 2006 Circumnavigator’s Blog
- American Sexual Assault in a Global Context
- Beyond Pro-GMO and Anti-GMO
- Chris Ahern’s 2007 Circumnavigator’s Blog
- Digital Citizen
- From Local Farms to Urban Tables
- Harris Sockel’s Circumnavigator’s Blog 2008
- Kimani Isaac: Adventures Abroad and At Home
- Sarah Rose Graber’s 2004 Circumnavigator’s Blog
- The El Sistema Expedition
- The World is a Book: A Page in Rwand
Parthenogenesis – Creating Virginity (Part 1)
I was sitting in my high school biology class, during the lecture on bees. The slide that detailed their reproductive systems outlined two distinct paths of procreation: 1) the fertilized egg, produced out of two gametes, 2) the unfertilized egg, produced out of parthenogenesis. What was that, Dr. Ryan? gamete, derived from the ancient Greek word for “wife” or “husband” (think polygamous). Parthenogenesis, derived from the ancient Greek word parthenos or “virgin.” How can these social constructs that relate sex to marital status remain in today’s biology textbooks? Do we really think the queen bee wants or is deserving of all the problematic social baggage that comes with the title of ‘parthenos?’ Let us attack this issue head on… or more appropriately – maidenhead on.
Ancient Greek culture (and not-so-shockingly, into contemporary Western culture) uses marriage as ritual symbolizing the physical union of two individuals. As with most rituals, the actions performed in the ritual are often metaphoric of the internal (physical and emotional) changes that we undergo in the process of developing and moving through life. The study of Ancient Greek wedding rituals can, therefore, be incredibly indicative of the cultural perceptions of the female body, as she changes from parthenos to gyne or ‘unmarried woman’/’virgin’ to ‘married woman.’ Seeing as most girls of Mediterranean Antiquity were expected to be wed between the ages of 14-16 years old and ritual itself culminated to the nuptial consummation, the wedding rituals symbolized such a transitional period of girl to woman. Reflecting on content from Little Lamb, who made thee?, the marriage ritual from this period (and up to today) is strikingly similar in imagery and cultural perception to a sacrifice, thereby expressing then sacrificial killing of the bride’s girlhood. This is further conveyed in the ancient ritual practice, in which the betrothed girl would perform a ritual sacrifice of her childhood toys and garments on an altar the day before her wedding. The customary attire of the bride was also expressive of the symbolism of the marriage ritual: a veil and a girdle was to be worn. Respectively, the veil acted to protect the vulnerable female, as she walked the dangerous liminal space between girlhood and womanhood, and the girdle (called a “zone”) symbolically held the eruptive, feminine sexual energy that she had been preserving for her husband. The husband’s removal of the “zone” was culturally associated with the ritual of consummation, which occurred upon the marriage night. Casey M. Reynolds, in “The Nuptial Ceremony of Ancient Greece and the Articulation of Male Control Through Ritual,” points out that without postnuptial education, citizenship, or societal power, gynes remained children in the emotional and sociological sense. Perhaps the supposed transition to womanhood was, thus, conceived in the physical changes that came with nuptial consummation.
Michael Rosenberg’s Signs of Virginity excellently outlines medical and cultural conceptions of virginity from Mediterranean Antiquity, which will be helpful in navigating this liminal space between parthenos and gyne. Throughout the introductory chapter “Defining Virginity, Making Men,” Rosenberg details that this cultural compartmentalization of virgin vs nonvirgin was most likely generated out of the male fear of infertility or impurity in the female body they selected to bear their progeny. Moreover, a virgin came with the promise of undefiled, pristine reproductive organs, and near full certainty that the child was a product of his sperm only. With this, a cultural importance of virginity emerged, and the medical constructions of the virginal body followed suit.
Little Lamb, who made thee?
In the tradition of the past few posts, The Wandering Womb and Barking and Broken Bitches, it seems only customary to discuss the next animal which served as a primary analogy for the female body in Mediterranean Antiquity: the lamb. Galen, a male pioneer of OB/GYN in 2nd Century Rome, was the first to relate the uterine lining to an amnion – a cup that was used to collect the blood of sacrificial animals. This takes direct influence from previous Hippocratic imagery that compares menstrual flow to the flowing of blood from a sacrificial animal. Moreover, Galen develops Hippocratic constructions of the female body, by constructing the amniotic sac to be a cup that collects the sacrificial blood of the female body; perhaps this blood was considered sacrificial because the female body suffered in the process of generating new life, and thereby Hippocratic physicians and Galen were seeking to construct a deeper meaning to menstruation. In this interesting instance of Mediterranean Antiquity that relates human biology to religious ritual, the female body, on one hand, becomes empowered with significance and somewhat revered for its martyr-like suffering for the greater benefit of a growing community and new life.
This is surely a revolutionary view of the female reproductive system as being anything but violent, repulsive, and shameful. However, on the other hand, this construction of the female body delivers a similar feebleness and “repress-ability” of femininity that previous gynecological treatises incessantly construct. Male physicians, such as Galen and Hippocrates, use this sacrificial imagery to equate women to animals, such as lamb, that lack the mental agency to lucidly consent to valiant efforts such as a sacrificial ritual. Just as male leaders of religious traditions believed that they could take advantage of the lives of feeble minded animals as a means of “honoring” their gods, Galen urged Mediterranean men of Antiquity to take advantage of the female body. Continuing, as the bodies of sacrificial lambs were considered only significant to the religious ritual, Galen’s detailing of the uterine lining implies that bearing children is the sole purpose of the female body and that a woman is not able to achieve anything greater than or outside giving her entire self to the production of new life. Similarly, Galen’s constructions of the “amniotic sac” implies that male physicians of the time viewed the process of gestation as a metaphoric slaying of the mother. The question we must ask out of this, then, is who is sacrificing the mother? Is it men through the aggressive act of penetration? Is it God through the painful biology of menstruation? Is the woman’s wandering womb, which violently attacks its feminine host? or could it possibly be the female body revolting against itself, in its own monthly realization of its own “innate” inferiority? However this question is answered, femininity and the female body are depicted as lesser than and something of which to be ashamed.
This medical construction in itself functions as somewhat of a sexual assault on women, as they are unconsentingly giving their bodies over to the control of others. It is quite absurd, in my opinion, that contemporary gynecologists and obstetricians continue to use vocabulary that inherently constructs women as animalistic, lacking in agency, and controllable by men, such as “amnion” and “amniotic fluid.”
So to answer the age-old question that so wrongly has been posed at Jesus, instead of the entirety of womanhood: Little Lamb, who made thee? we can confidently answer that it was Galen and the male gynecologists of Mediterranean Antiquity that made women into the sacrificial animals that we continue to see them as today.
Little Lamb, God bless thee.
From a corner booth at Kenyan coffee shop:
I’m officially one month into my travels—coined by many of classmates as “Hannah’s World Coffeeshop Tour”. While they’re not entirely wrong, I’ll have you all know that I’ve only been consuming about 20% of my normal caffeine intake. Small victories.
My plane landed in Kenya four days ago, and I cried. I’ve prided myself in having not cried this entire trip (aside from watching the fire scene in This is Us), but when we landed—I broke down. They weren’t tears of exhaustion, homesickness, or any of the like. Rather, they were tears of relief, joy, and excitement:
• Tears of relief because I’m three countries in to my six-country world tour—I’m 30 days into my trip, but it’s simultaneously felt like both the shortest and longest month of my life. London and Liverpool feel like months ago, but the bedroom of my Meemaw’s guestroom feels like yesterday.
• Tears of joy because I’m back to where it all began—my first trip outside of the States was the long 35-hour journey to Kenya. The time I spent here the summer of 2016 was easily the most difficult and the most rewarding two months of my life. I experienced happiness, heartache, homesickness and everything in between. Despite every challenge thrown my way that summer, I had a lot of triumphs: I built priceless relationships, grew more independent, and gained a more global perspective. Ultimately, I was bitten by the travel bug and haven’t been able to stay in the U.S. for more than a few months at a time ever since. Kenya sparked my interest in world travel, and I must credit this beautiful country for all of my world adventures ever since.
• Tears of excitement because, in one week, I will be returning to Kakamega, Kenya—there, I’ll visit the host family that took me in as one of their own for two months and take a trip to the NGO with which I interned and spent the bulk of my time. When I said my goodbyes two years ago, they were incredibly difficult. I assumed it would be at least a couple decades before I’d be able to return for a visit, but luckily, I was incorrect.
I’ll be here in Kenya for a little over three weeks, the longest of any country visit this summer. During this time, I will visit two different El Sistema organizations: El Sistema Kenya and Ghetto Classics. I began my time with El Sistema Kenya earlier this week. Founded by Karis Crawford in 2014, this budding organization serves primary school children in three different schools across Nairobi. On Monday, I visited where it all began for the organization—Kawangware Primary School. El Sistema Kenya, like many similar organizations across the world, aims to provide more than just a violin instruction. The teachers strive to develop the character of students through growth in leadership, teamwork, respect, self-expression, and more.
Stay tuned for more updates on my time with El Sistema Kenya! Feeling extra thankful for:
1. Spotify—whether cranking out interview transcriptions or just jamming in my hotel room, I’ve done a lot of music listening so far this summer. I’ve developed what I believe to be the most perfect country music playlist in the existence of all playlists. It’s over seven hours long, and I’m not even a little ashamed.
2. Thomas George Whitehouse, III—you may or may not be getting a charge on the phone bill for my $7 call with Mama last night. I’m sorry.
3. This still-not-real-feeling opportunity—you know that feeling when you spend the night at a friend’s house for the first time, and you wake up frantically asking yourself “Where am I?” for like 15 seconds? I’ve had that feeling every day for the past 30. I wake up each morning, panic, remember where I am, and become engulfed in a wave of gratitude. I couldn’t have asked for a smoother month of adventure and growth, and I look forward to another 7 weeks.
Barking and Broken B*tches
The ancient Greek κῠ́ων (kuon), meaning “dog,” serves as a strong image in the cultural and medical depiction of women and their reproductive organs. Coming off of The Wandering Womb post, we have already investigated the animalistic construction of the uterus, which functioned to instill fear in women over their own bodies and create urgency in women to have sex with men. This post will continue that notion, by looking into the common analogy of women and dogs, as seen in various texts from ancient Greek culture and science.
Homer specifically, in his Odyssey, is quite generous with his use of analogies to dogs when he describes vicious women. For example, Homer uses the word κύντερον (kunteron), roughly translating to “more dog-like,” in two instances in the Odyssey: first, when describing a woman that viciously and shamelessly killed her husband; secondly, when describing a violently hungry stomach. According to Helen King, the word for stomach (gaster), used in Homer’s text was used to describe both the bowel and the womb, as Greek physicians hypothesized that digestion and gestation occurred in the same organ. Continuing, there are over ten instances in this text where Homer uses the phrase “shameless bitches” or “impudent bitches” to describe women that seem to obstruct, dominate, or hurt men of the epic. Similarly, Hesiod in his Worls and Days and Theogony adopts a similar practice of comparing Pandora and her womb (gaster) to dogs, as she is said to have been divinely created with ‘a bitch mind,’ and ‘ravenous inside.’
Throughout gynecological texts from Greek Antiquity, there continues to be a strong relationship between women, wombs, and dogs. Aristotle, in his earlier treatises, compares a sexually aroused woman to a sexually aroused female dog, in that her breasts will swell. This suggested comparison links femininity to the insatiable sexual appetite and dissolute insolence with which Aristotle describes undomesticated dogs. Obstetric vocabulary of Greek Antiquity itself seems to draw the link between the kuon (dog) and kuein (the quality of being swollen or pregnant).
Cultural and medical connections between wild dogs and women serves to further depict women as uncontrollable, violent beings that require domestication from men. From this, not only is the physical anatomy of women being animalistically portrayed, as discussed in The Wandering Womb, but the symbolic entity that is femininity becomes reduced to a recklessly sexual, wild animal. Perhaps, therefore, the wandering womb can be projected to the ancient Greek male perception of femininity itself, being something that is fleeting and uncontrollably moving away from where it “should” be. Just as intercourse was thought to anchor the womb, perhaps impregnation was an ancient man’s way of controlling and constricting woman from achieving things that their wives would have, had they not been so suppressed by their social and medical constructions.
With echoes in contemporary gender roles, this fragile and insecure male perspective of femininity influenced much of development gynecology, specifically the physes in Hippocratic treatises. The treatises outline the idea that a woman who has given birth suffers from considerably less menstrual pain than a virgin, as the vaginal flesh has been stretched and broken. Just as the penetrating man destroys the strength of the girls vaginal flesh, he is symbolically destroying her “natural” feminine tenancies for overt sexuality and fleeing mobility. Conclusively, to be a fully-realized, socially correct woman of Greek Antiquity was to be a broken bitch.
The Wandering Womb
Of all the medical constructions of the female body, the wandering womb stands out as one of the most distant from the contemporary understanding of female anatomy. With this, it should be analyzed significantly, as it is through these historical cracks of comprehension that shines the truest cultural perspectives from the time.
The hodos was what Hippocratic physicians identified as the full body channel that spanned the nostrils to the vagina, as a unique part of the female body. Hippocratic treatises detail the lack of ligaments or tendons tethering the womb down, so we can think of the hodos as a path upon which the womb could move or “wander” throughout the body. The womb, unlike the rest of the female flesh was considered dry, and therefore could be considered an entirely separate entity from the wet body that houses it. Plato, a relative contemporary of Hippocratic practitioners, details this in his Timaeus, where he describes the womb as “like an animal living inside an animal.” The remains of this animalistic characterization of the female reproductive organs can be seen in contemporary use of anatomical vocabulary, such as labia (lips) and cervix (neck), that construct the female body to have a second set of anatomical features. Hippocratic philosophy develops these ideas by saying that the womb wanders around the loose female flesh in search of moisture from especially wet organs, such as the heart or the liver. Hippocratic treatises even assign discrete sensitivity to the womb, detailing a cure for a wandering womb should be through placing pleasant smelling perfumes near a woman’s cervix and foul smells near the nostrils. Hippocratic physicians explained that a womb that drifted too far from its pelvic home can endanger the female body, as it will remove vital fluids from the important organs and will not have access to its the vagina, which was the primary and preferred orifice of menstruation. In such a case, blood would build up in the womb, thereby causing abnormal amounts of blood to collect in the chest, which was thought to lead to agitation, epilepsy, and eventually suicidal behavior. The word “hysterical” comes from this exact physis of the female body, as the Greek word for uterus is “hystera,” and according to Hippocratic treatises “the womb is the origin of all diseases in women.”
The doctors of the time aptly provide a solution for women suffering from wandering wombs and hysteria: sexual intercourse. Ejaculation into the womb was thought to be a means of moistening the womb, which would weigh it down and prevent it from further drifting in the body. From this, it can be deduced that to be a woman in ancient Greece meant that penetration from a man was a requirement for your health and continued life. Hippocratic treatises and practices told women that they were objects that needed men not only to cure them, but to protect them from the vicious animal that lived within them.
Today I go to Marrakech. And then the Sahara
This post will be short, but I’m on my way to the desert!
I will return to my French classes in a week, but right now I’m on my way to Marrakech.
It’s the city I’ve heard the most about since I’ve come here. But honestly I’m more excited for the desert. I have never seen a sky full of stars. I’ve lived in urban areas my whole life. I want to see a sky filled with light, with constellations I can’t name. Wish me luck and safe travels!
I have thankfully also recovered in terms of digestive woes and am feeling much better. My French has also grown rapidly here, and I feel really proud of where I am with the language.
I hope I’ll get to post soon, but if not, I’ll post in a week.
Happy travels y’all.
From Skaramagas Refugee Camp:
Today’s my last day in Athens. I’m downright sad that I have to leave this place so soon, but I can easily say that I will be back sometime in the near future. No questions asked. As cliché as it sounds, there are not words to fully sum up my experience with El Sistema Greece. This organization is filled with incredible people doing incredible things.
Tonight, I depart for Kenya where I will spend the next 23 days. Tying loose ends on research notes and saying farewells to new friends has called for some late nights and early mornings—so it’s needless to say that I’m running on very little sleep.
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It’s 7:15am. I’m in Doha. I’ve slept precisely 3.5 of the last 48 hours. For more profound thoughts regarding my time with El Sistema Greece, be on the lookout for my next World Ensemble article!
Thankful for…
- 1. Ms. Pitman—in the 8th grade, I memorized the Greek alphabet to woo my Latin teacher–Ms. Pitman’s–boyfriend. While it obviously didn’t work, I can now somewhat make out Greek street signs, grocery store packaging, and bus stop names.
- 2. Bottled water—don’t get me wrong. I’m so very much opposed to purchasing bottled water in the States. Very much opposed. But after a terrible encounter with tap water earlier this week, I’ll be drinking bottled water until I return in September.
- 3. My health—was feeling pretty ill earlier this week. I had to miss Monday’s programming with ESG, only making me feel worse. However, I’ve gained back both strength and energy, and I’m looking forward to a happy and (hopefully) healthy rest of my trip!
The Wet and Dry Dichotomy
Without surgery or X-ray imaging, bodily fluids became the ancient physician’s primary insight into the body. With this, it’s understandable why the wetness of the body was used as one of the principle physes to differentiate feminine from masculine. Referring to the “One-sex” Model entry, Hippocratic treatises constructed feminine flesh to be of the consistency of wool and masculine flesh to be of the consistency of cotton. Moreover, women’s flesh was thought to be able to absorb more fluids then that of a man’s, which explains why female bodies had to expel the unused fluid through menstruation. On the other hand, due to the less absorbent nature of masculine flesh, men could more readily use bodily fluids to nourish and energize their bodies, which constructed men to have a higher physical potential than women. The wet and dry dichotomy functioned at the center of sex differentiation in ancient Greece medicine.
Physicians, especially those practicing under Hippocrates, worked within the wet and dry dichotomy to further confirm the social conception that women were inferior, uncontrollable, and repulsive. Moreover, to be female, was to be constantly outpouring, constantly erupting with fluids that were themselves symbolic of their bodies’ failure to function with the physical perfection of a man’s. Men of ancient Greece were dry, contained, compacted, whereas ancient Greek women were overflowing, boundless, loose and dilapidated. These male physicians projected their desires to control and contain women onto their medical perceptions of them; such a situation exposes the danger of medicine, in that if we culturally assign truth to everything a doctor says, we forfeit our agency over the ways we understand our experiences in our bodies. Hippocratic physicians were able to convince both men and women of ancient Greece that female bodies medically required the help of men to be tamed and contained. Hesiod’s myth of Pandora compliments this Hippocratic construction of female bodies, as her deceptive nature as a woman and her refusal to be controlled by men leads to a familiar outpouring of evils and atrocities from her jar, which is often seen as a metaphor for her body (to be discussed in greater detail in a later post!).
Histories like this can expose to us the power of medicine as a tool of social injustice. What “scientific” franchises are you buying into? What agency over your body are you sacrificing when you forget to be exhaustively critical of the medicine you accept as truth?
“One-Sex” Model
Perhaps the first hoop to jump through while attempting to understand the cultural conception of the “female” body in Ancient Greece is to understand their approach to gender. According to Laqueur, in his Making Sex: Body and Gender from the Greeks to Freud, the “two-sex” body model that exists today is a relatively new phenomenon that began in Europe in the 18th Century. Predating this constructed anatomical binary was the “one-sex” body model, which essentially depicted men and women as different versions of the same sex. While this may sound shockingly progressive to a contemporary audience, the caveat to this body model was that people born with feminine genitalia were most often viewed as inferior to men. Moreover, this cultural conception of bodies informed somewhat of a gender spectrum, on which people where placed depending on their overall performance of masculine or feminine characteristics. For example, the Hippocratic treatises “On Generation” and “On the Nature of the Child” detail a two-seed system for conception, in which both parents donate a seed to form the fetus within the womb. The sex of the child was determined by the strength of the respective seeds, with weaker seeds combining to form feminine progeny and the stronger seeds forming masculine children. While this assertion may suggest that a person born with a vagina and womb would have the ability to reach the strength and therefore the masculine perfection of men, Hippocrates and other such male physicians were sure to qualify their arguments with details that kept such a situation from happening. Noting menstruation as a greatly unique qualities of feminine bodies, Hippocratic treatises elaborate that due to the nourishment that women lose through their menses, they would never be able to reach the physical potential of men. The physician fortifies his argument by detailing a new physis – “invisible nature” – of feminine flesh as more absorbent, wool-like, prone to hemorrhaging than the cotton-like, masculine flesh, using menstruation and lactation as evidence. Hippocratic physicians, in Diseases of Women 1, even claim that “the womb is the origin of all diseases in women.” Accepting these as truths, women would be entirely convinced that their feminine disposition prevented them from achieving the physical potential of men, and thus the ancient Greek society used the “one-sex” model to strengthen the construction that women were naturally destined for more passive, sickly, and limited lifestyles.
Other physicians of the time worked within the “one-sex” body model in different, yet similarly imaginative ways: Galen of the 2nd Century CE detailed the vagina as an inverted penis, Aristotle of the 4th Century BCE explained feminine bodies’ continuously failure to convert seminal residue into generative matter. In most every case, women of ancient Greece were told that they were the deformed and dysfunction versions of men that were deserving of the lowest societal positions and stagnant lives.
I went clubbing. I took an L.
A ton happened last week.
Okay, to catch everyone up: I went on a trip to Chefchaouen last weekend. On Wednesday, I changed my host families, and then just last night was the clubbing experience.
This post is about the clubbing experience. I’m going to make another post later on about the Blue City and the host family change.
First, clubbing was an L.
I went with some friends to a club because it’s legal at age 18 here to drink. However, the music at the club wasn’t good and the crowd that was there fluctuated between forty somethings and teenagers???Seriously, I never wanted to know what a middle school dance looked like on adults, and yet I do. However, before I even got to the club, the night began on a downhill spiral.

I got harassed on the street.
The plan was to all meet up at the Pizza Hut near Myriam’s apartment. I live really close to the Pizza Hut. I thought, “Okay, I’m gonna get dressed up, I’m gonna look really cute for the club, and I’ll walk to the Pizza Hut to wait for my friends.”
So I get dressed up, and as soon as I walk out of the door, I am harassed by almost every car, man, and group of men that walks by. About 7/10 men I passed harassed me.
Walking from my apartment to the Pizza Hut, I round a corner, and some guy on his balcony catcalls me from directly above. I walk down the street, and as I’m walking, guys in their car are driving slowly next to me to call out from the window. Even taxis honk as I pass. Guys that I pass in the street whistle. Someone walks next to me and he tries to make conversation in French. I don’t respond and eventually he stops. I cross the street to get away from the cars, and some random dude who happened to be across the street asks me if I crossed the street for him. He then starts trying to walk with me, saying that he sees that I’ve been getting harassed a lot, but then he propositions me for sex. At this point, I was near the Pizza Hut, but I could see that waiting there wasn’t going to be an option. I needed to go Myriam’s apartment, and I didn’t want this guy to follow me there. I tell this man to stop. I yell at him in French, cross the street, and go into Myriam’s building, shutting the door really fast with the hopes that no one tries to follow me in. Across the street, someone loiters, watching me. I call the elevator to go up.
I want to say something for the record: I wasn’t scared until I was near Myriam’s apartment. It was all the same old annoying BS and street harassment I’ve experienced in the States, until I realized that I was trying to enter a building where someone could try to follow me inside.
Beyond making me a public spectacle in a way I had never been before, street harassment is an example of how male-identifying people feel entitled to access women’s lives.
For what? Some lipstick? Some heeled sandals? A skirt two inches above my knees?
After I finally made it to Myriam’s apartment, I had a safe haven and some friends to wait with me for Rita and her friend who was driving all of us to the club. When I finally got in the car, there were hugs for me. I’m lucky I have that here. I took the next day to recover. The only thing worse than experiencing harassment is to let it break you. I was intentional the next day and am still trying to be intentional now to heal from this incident.
This experience hasn’t ruined my experience here in Morocco. Not even close, but it does remind me that the sexism I’ve faced back in the States is global.
Still alive, still safe.