I just discovered
Arielle Schlesinger's blog. She's the postmodernist computer "scientist" who wanted to do the post-modern post-patriarchal transhumanist programming language which doesn't feature objects (because objectification) or boolean logic (because binaries are oppressive since traditional bits can't be both on and off at the same time).
Very informative blog. I'd consider it satire, except there's way too much dry analysis and obscure postmodernist textbooks referenced.
The history of AI is built on institutions that privilege an unspoken understanding of normal, and maintain a conveniently forgetful retelling of history. Ada Lovelace is a cultural icon in computing, thought to have written the first computer program in the 1800s. When Russell and Norvig mention Lovelace in the Chapter 1 of the book Artificial Intelligence: A Modern Approach, why do they feel compelled to mention Lord Byron? When they mention Lord Byron, how is it they forget to mention that he abandoned her and her mother? When they mention Lord Byron, why do they forget to mention that Ada’s mother hated Byron so vehemently that she forced Ada into mathematics to spite him? Why do they forget Ada had no substantial relationship with her father? It seems that no woman can enter the venerated halls of history with a dick to claim her.
(emphasis in the original.
touche, Arielle! Very clever!)
Note the entire reference to Lord Byron in the textbook is "Ada Lovelace, daughter of the poet Lord Byron". Nevermind that Ada Lovelace also features prominently in biographical references to Lord Byron. Their relationship was equally tenuous in both directions, yet biographical information links them
both ways. That tends to happen when two famous people are related to each other, and is nothing to do with gender. Also the main reason she had no substantive relationship with her father was that he died when she was 8. And the "just to spite him" thing ... well, he was already dead at this point so that can't really have been a thing unless the mother was insane. It's not like Lord Byron had a grudge against mathematics.
Someone save feminism from the postmodernists. They're like intellectual cancer.