Single Male Engineering Student Biggest Advocate of Women in STEM
With Valentine’s season upon us, many students, especially those in the college of engineering, are finding themselves single, lonely, and unloved; however, senior electrical engineering student Josiah Stevenson refused to wallow in his existential dread of dying alone and has become the university’s most influential advocate for women in STEM.
“Texas A&M simply doesn’t do enough to promote women to pursue STEM majors. Eighty percent of my major is men,?” Stevenson said. “I’ve done the math. If engineering stays this male dominated, I will statistically be unable to find a girlfriend before the year 2051.”
Since he began his campaign, Stevenson has thrown multiple successful rallies about the importance of getting more women into STEM fields. These rallies have been greatly attended by both men and boys. However, while feminists agree with the surface level message of encouraging women in male dominated fields, they have raised concerns about Stevenson’s “dubious motivations”.
“Many seem to want to misconstrue my intentions. The foundation of my message has always been empowering women,” Stevenson said. “Namely, empowering women to more easily be able to date me.”
Others have come outright in their opposition to Stevenson’s ideas. Men in more women dominated majors believe there is no need to change the status quo.
“You guys are going to be making all that money after you graduate. At least let us have the women for now,” Jake Pike, a sophomore education major, said.
Despite the hot start to his career as a political activist, Stevenson has, in the past week, seemingly been missing in action, and all his upcoming speeches have been canceled. This news follows in the wake of salacious photos surfacing of Stevenson on a coffee date with that “cute brunette” in his ENGL 210 section. When asked to comment if he was trading his passion for equality to get some action, Stevenson just muttered “Of course I’d still love you if you were a worm.”
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