My middle sister is trying to start a company aimed at getting school-age girls to love science. Leaving aside the advisability of this as a solution for gender discrimination - what, you're going to instill a love of discovery and science in them, so that when they get to higher education, they can be extra disgusted at gender bias and outright stupidity? - I mean, good luck, whatever. Sure, why not!
However, the Evil Book of Faces brings me regular posts by people she's pitching to, which invariably reference how she's 'overcome so much adversity' (and has a PhD and is so smart, which I'm fine with). Let's review that adversity: married a jerk at age 19; moved abroad; picked a grad lab full of sexist jerks; changed labs; realized spouse was a controlling, borderline abusive, alcoholic jerk; got divorced; did a postdoc; realized postdoc advisor was a sexually harassing jerk; found another job.
In my world, if your own serially poor choices lead you to EVERY SINGLE ONE OF the difficult situations you are 'overcoming', I don't call it adversity. I call it taking responsibility and time to grow up and, most especially, adulthood.