Wonder Woman Wednesday

Every Wednesday I will be sharing a story of an inspirational woman, who has either changed the world for women or is just simply a credit to womankind,  in a piece called ‘Wonder Woman Wednesday’.

Aspiring female journalists need look no further for their role model than risk taking investigative journalist Nellie Bly.

Pen name for American born Elizabeth Jane Cochrane, Bly’s work was both ground breaking and record breaking. From going undercover to expose neglect at a women’s asylum, to travelling around the globe in 72 days, and even covering World War I, this lady reads as a definite force to be reckoned with.

Born into a modest labouring family in 1864, the importance of hard work and determination was instilled in Elizabeth from a young age. Education was brief, attending boarding school for just one term, being forced to drop out due to lack of funds. Life started to change for Elizabeth when in 1880, she moved with her family to Pittsburgh.

The fiery 16 year old noticed an article in the local Pittsburgh Dispatch entitled ‘What Girls are Good For’. The article is exactly as it sounds, implying that women are only suited for raising families and keeping a nice clean home.

Instead of begrudgingly accepting this misogynistic view she decided to fight back on behalf of her sex, writing a response to the papers editor, signed ‘Lonely Orphan Girl’. The passionate outcry caught the attention of the editor George Madden, who ran an advert calling for the writer to identify herself.

Madden offered her a job at the newspaper, constraints for women at the time meant she must take a pen name. Writing under her new name Nellie Bly, she began to write investigative pieces on the plight of women in the workplace and their rights in the increasingly industrialised society.

Bly was outspoken and honest, a trait that didn’t lie well with some of the times leading businessmen. After advertisers threatened to withdraw their business from the newspaper, Bly was time-outed to the fashion and beauty pages, I guess women were good for that too!

Not one to do what she was told, Bly decided to up sticks and travel to Mexico where she would write about the corruption and
poverty that was occurring under the rule of dictator Porfirio Diaz. Threatened with arrest for her protest, she fled back to the United States and headed straight for New York, the epicentre of world news.

Landing a job in New York World, Bly was about to take on her biggest investigative story yet. Taking the initiative to go undercover for ten days as a patient in the Women’s Lunatic Asylum on Blackwell’s Island in New York to expose the much rumoured neglect and brutality of its patients. She published her findings in a book called ‘Ten Days in a Mad-House’. Her findings revealed that patients were not only being held in horrific conditions but most were locked away with physical illnesses, not mental, or by family members for various unrelated reasons.

Her revelations shamed the authorities into no longer ignoring the situation and a grand jury was set up to put actions into place that would ensure only clinically insane were detained and to change the conditions in asylums for years to come.

Deserving a well earned holiday, Nellie decided to take a trip around the world, after being inspired by Jules Verne’s Around the World in Eighty Days. On November 14th 1889 Nellie set off from New York city, updating over 1 million New York World readers with daily articles recounting her adventures. Returning to New York to immense fanfare 72 days later after breaking the record, Nellie published her story in her book ‘Around the World in Seventy-Two Days’ … ok so the title wasn’t very inspired but it did grant her worldwide notoriety.

After all this, you wouldn’t blame Nellie if she retired to some small island with her rich husband never to be heard of again. But as you can probably guess, Nellie wasn’t one for the relaxing, instead she went on to run an iron manufacturing company with her husband where she turned her hand at inventing, taking the US patent of the simple milk can all dairy farmers know and love today!

After her husbands death in 1904 she took over sole responsibility for the company, introducing improved employee benefits, she also brought in recreation centres and libraries for her factory workers, unheard of at the time. She fast became one of the worlds leading industrialists, not bad for a woman of the early 1900s! However, her employees paid her good deeds back by embezzlement and the company trailed into bankruptcy.

Nellie sailed away from her financial woes to England in 1914, the outbreak of World War One didn’t scare Nellie back home. Instead she stayed in Europe until after the war, reporting for the New York Evening Journal as a war correspondent. Producing headlines such as, ‘Suffragists Are Men’s Superiors’. What a title!

In 1919 she returned to New York and continued to write for the paper on subjects such as poverty and women’s right to vote. She became a confidant for women who had fell on hard times, helping them find work and raising money, as well as helping local orphanages.

Nellie Bly passed away in 1922, aged 57, the next day the Evening Journal posted a tribute entitled, ‘The Best Reporter in America’ where they called her a pioneer in the field of investigative journalism.

Nellie Bly’s legacy stands strong, she has even inspired a Broadway musical and in 2002 she was one of four women journalists honoured with a U.S postage stamp. She continues to inspire exhibitions, plays, and on screen characters years later. She is a true example of standing up for what you believe in, fighting until the end, and never forgetting about your fellow woman.

Truly a Wonder Woman!

 

Wonder Woman Wednesday

Every Wednesday I will be sharing a story of an inspirational woman, who has either changed the world for women or is just simply a credit to womankind,  in a piece called ‘Wonder Woman Wednesday’. To set the scene…

In 1940 William Moulton Marston, an American psychologist, inventor, and comic book writer approached All-American Publications, later to become DC Comics, with his idea for a new kind of superhero.

Marston wanted to create a new era of superhero, which would open the medium of comic book writing to a new wave of educational potential. He dreamt of a character who would triumph not with fists or fire-power, but with love. ”Fine” said his wife Elizabeth, ”But make her a woman”.

And so came into being the super-heroine that is Wonder Woman. At a time when comic book pages were dominated with powerful male figures such as Superman and Batman, Wonder Woman stepped on the scene in her red go-go boots set to shake the comic book world up forever. An Amazonian warrior princess who could steal any man’s heart, but also kick their ass!

Marston, working with his wife Elizabeth, wanted Wonder Woman to represent the eras unconventional, liberated woman. He stated, “Wonder Woman is psychological propaganda for the new type of woman who should, I believe, rule the world”.

The creator of systolic-blood-pressure-measuring apparatus (in later incarnations we know it as the lie detector test), Marston’s experience showed him that women were altogether more honest and reliable than men. He wanted his heroine to show this, to have the loving and caring characteristics of a woman mixed with all the power and might of Superman. Believing that women’s strong characters had become diluted with weakness, he wanted to show the comic book reader a heroine who possessed both strength and emotion.

Sure Wonder Woman had her mishaps, like that time in the 60s when she surrendered her powers in order to remain in ‘Man’s World’ and opens a mod boutique under her alias of Diana Prince. But hey, it was the swinging 60s and a girl can’t be blamed for wanting a little fun, she already had the go-go boots after all!

Thankfully, she returned to her superhero roots in the 70s and after a few outfit changes she began to once again, rise to the role which her creator had intended. Paving the way for female superheroes, up to modern day she continues to represent the powerful female force in a male dominated world.

 

The Job Search

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So I’ve been unemployed now for just over 2 weeks after becoming a victim of company downsizing, working in Marketing with a construction company during a recession may do that to you. Losing my last position definitely was not the worst thing ever (so you can stop feeling so bad for me), I’ve no massive life commitments and it was never going to be my career anyway. Continuing to further my education and an enjoyable (hopefully well paid) job is definitely firmly in my future. I was guilty of becoming a little comfortable so perhaps it was the kick up the butt I needed.  Therefore, I can’t say I was absolutely devastated then when my boss told me he could only keep me on until the start of September, it surely didn’t help that my car had broken down in a dramatic fashion that morning, but hey, it was never that stable of a position, kind of like my car, ironic!

The thing that devastated me the most was the immediate, the thoughts of visiting the social welfare office and driving to a post office once a week. Not saying there is anything wrong with this but my god it has to be the most dispiriting experience, there is nothing worse than feeling like you don’t have control over money and the whole system is just so confusing to someone who has never experienced it. Of course, with the high volume of people being forced to do it nowadays, I didn’t  feel alone, however I do wonder if sometimes I am the only one who feels the overwhelming urge to shout ‘I REALLY WANT A JOB!’ to the woman in the post office methodically scanning my social welfare card and handing me a white slip to sign. It’s hard to shake that social stigma that I’m sure is just all in my head.

I definitely am not a person who is comfortable with unemployment. I like the routine a job gives me, it itself can be hectic but I like the routine of getting up and going to work, coming home and relaxing. I’ve worked since I was 16, through school and college. I truly believe that encouraging your child to work is the biggest advantage you can give them. My dad said to me lately that all those evenings he drove me to work the late shifts in KFC (oh those glamorous first jobs!)  and collected me he thought he could have just as easily given me the money and saved on petrol costs, but I am so grateful he didn’t because its given me the strong work ethic I have today.

After giving myself a week to regroup after finishing my job I hit the job search hard, I’m learning to self promote like crazy, to take full advantage of social media like Twitter, LinkedIn and Jobbio. Job searching now is definitely a far cry away from my KFC days but its exciting and different and as the responses start to slowly trickle back I’m starting to enjoy my late night scrolling through Jobs.ie, but hoping it doesn’t last too long! There is definitely opportunities out there its just about getting noticed in a big pool of very talented graduates. Employment schemes like Job Bridge, I feel, are not doing anything to help the Irish job market at the moment. A Job Bridge ‘success story’ as Minister Joan Burton would call me, I recently wrote an opinion piece on my experience which I will post it here soon.

I’m liking the venting feeling I’m getting from writing about my job search so will probably share some blog updates along the way on this. Now, time to update my LinkedIn!

Thanks for reading.

Adeline x

@addyminchin

Originality – Has Someone Done This Before?

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First off just let me acknowledge how I’ve been on complete hiatus from my lovely new blog for a while. Honestly though between work and my new obsession with Kanye West I’ve had some bloggers teething problems with finding time but to quote Mr West himself, ‘Bitch I’m back out my coma’. I know, and I totally do not apologise for how uncool I am.

Standing in the leaving cert bathroom in school many more years back than I care to mention, I vividly recall the horrifying moment (dramatic i know but hey, I was 17) when my best friend told me she thought I was copying her style, and so ensued a dramatic week long fight full of silent treatments and nasty looks from either side. This memory stays with me as the moment when I suddenly started to worry I was a personality fraud, a mixed up mess of other peoples ideas and feelings. Oh Jesus (Yeezus), I just want to stand out from the crowd a bit.

In this vast cyber land of blogging I feel the worry that what you write has to be different than everything people have read before and it must change peoples outlook on life as they know it must be a problem encountered by many blogger newbies like myself. Its definitely one of the reasons I haven’t been banging away on my noisy old laptop keyboard as much as I would like.

Then one day after complaining to my boyfriend about being in a complete mind freeze because I can’t come up with anything so completely new and utterly groundbreaking to write about, he said to me something that I have since pinned with the other life lessons on my fridge door, ‘everything is just a form of something which has gone before’.  So this calmed me right down, now I feel no matter what I write and where I got my ideas from doesn’t really matter because I will put my own unique spin on it and 30 years from now your kids will probably be reading a blog post by some paranoid 25 year old who thinks the whole world is scrutinizing her because she borrowed her writing ideas from the latest edition of glamour magazine!

This post has been 99% Adeline Minchin 1% Kanye West

P.S. Just to acknowledge how weird it is that schools have a separate bathroom for leaving certs, or was that only my school!?

I shall be seeing you soon for more nonsense!

Adeline x

Creativity – Who Wants To Be Part Of The Crowd?

Sometimes I feel like i’ve lost my creative streak. Sometimes it feels like it been gone now for exactly 11 days, 10 hours, 9 minutes and 8 Years. At times I know I stress over its unexplained absence so much that I push it away even further.

I often compare my ‘creative streak’ to one of those friends who you absolutely love and have the best time with but you can’t really rely on when the going gets tough (cannot type that phrase without Ronan Keatings voice in my head). But why would it be reliable to a fault when I’ve been so horrible to It?

My Creativity and Me are not good friends, I give out about it, I put it down, I’m constantly disappointed in it and comparing it to other people. Worst of all I’ve been guilty of being ashamed of it. Up to now we might have even been frenemies.

But this has got to stop! If you have read my last blog post you’ll know i’m in the middle of what I diagnosed as a ‘Quarter Life Crisis’ . With this diagnosis I’ve prescribed myself a sharp dose of reality and a daily shot of get up and go! No more time wasting, letting life pass me by, comparing myself to others and always coming up short (no height jokes please)! And with this new determination came my decision to embrace my creativity and god damn hug it to death until we become BFF’S !!

When I was but a mere young one, I was always being told I was creative. Not to assume that I am the flighty highly intelligent artistic type, to my dismay I suck at that stuff so I leave the drawing and painting etc up to the professionals. Rather that, when I was younger I think my teachers in primary school told my parents I was creative because I was a dramatic show off, craving the spotlight so much that I even once convinced my 5th class teacher to let me play St.Patrick in our school play, yes I know but hey he had the most lines!! In secondary school I was always getting my journal taken off me for scribbling poems and short stories in during class, and at home I was the entertainer who kept a diary and wore funny hats. When school ended I had done so little focusing that I had no idea what I was going to do with myself, I fell into one college course after another that didn’t suit until I finally stuck with an general Arts Degree. The perfect medium in which to be creative I hear you shriek. Yes, you are so right, however by this time I had become so unsure of myself and my future that I self sabotaged, pushing any creativity away. Sure it made fleeting appearances, my love of writing and acting came back at times and we had lots of fun together but the minute it tried to show itself in public I shamefully shoved it back into the dark corner in which it had came and tried to act as one of the crowd. Suffering from that mundane and stupid fear of worrying what other people thought. Screw that I say!

While I might never appear on the stage of The Gaiety, which my favorite teacher wrote she would see me in my journal when leaving school, I will follow my passion for writing whether it goes somewhere or stays just for me, whether people read it or not, if people think its pure genius or utter tripe. As, frankly, life is to f*ing short right!?

Who wants to be part of the crowd!?

This is a two part blog post, next post: ‘Originality – Has Someone Done This Before?’

Quarter Life Crisis…

As I was confiding in a close friend of mine the other day, some could call it whinging, she mentioned the words ‘Quarter Life Crisis’. ‘Everyone goes through a quarter life crisis’ she said, and I thought Oh My God! why hadn’t I been prepared for this !!

Turning 25 at the start of April had turned into something I was dreading. However while telling myself the usual typical one-liners; ‘an age is only but a number right?’, ‘What difference will it make?’, I seemed to avoid any major tantrums on the day.

As the days rolled on after my birthday something in the way I was thinking about my life started to change. I started to become more critical, of myself and everything around me. While I’m perfectly comfortable and healthy I started to think, now edging closer to 30, had I wasted my life up to now!?

25 and haven’t moved out of home yet, oh the horror! Up to the big 25 this fact hadn’t too much bothered me, while I did quite often feel I had to explain it to people, now I felt I was having to reassure myself it was OK!  I began to feel inferior, comparing my circumstances to others around me, doubting my maturity, wondering if they doubted my maturity!? These negative thoughts weren’t just inward, I started projecting them outwards, complaining to anyone who would listen, nagging my boyfriend about our future, criticizing our life together so much that I’m sure I nearly drove him mad! It was definitely the cause of one or two fights. What was going on, this wasn’t me, I was meant to be confident and secure! Sure, I’m not where I really want to be in life at the moment, be that in my professional or personal life, but what was this sudden rush of negative emotions!?

Then I asked myself, am I really as confident or secure as I think? I’ve spent as long as I can remember being hyper critical of myself, comparing myself to others, not wearing skirts or short dresses because I think my legs are fat, wearing baggy clothes because showing my body might make the townsfolk recoil in utter revulsion, shying away from all forms of camera because the sight of my captured image sent me into some kind of ridiculous panic. NO FUN!, for me or people in my company.

Most tragic of all to me, I spent a lot of my late teens and early twenties ‘putting on an act’, trying to be a version of myself that I thought people would like which, looking back must have came across so needy and awkward, and which on occasion concluded in awkward and dramatic events, which are today embarrassing to even recall. Trying too hard to the point of complete destruction is, I  think, the reason that in my mid-twenties I could count on one hand the amount of friends I actually have, shameful to admit but this blog is about honesty! The issue of ‘friends’ has always been a troubling one for me. Some say they are unlucky in love, I say I’ve been unlucky in friendships, future blog post all of its own!

I spent about a week (or more) moping around with all these negative feelings surrounding me, then I thought F* this, I’ve spent too long hiding under  a pile of baggy tops and leggings, too long hiding my face, too long complaining I didn’t have a body like that good looking girl on my Facebook news-feed!! Time to make shit happen, time to get that confidence I seem to be lacking! Sure I’ve made this promise to myself before and it turned out to be empty, however, there was something about this time that made everything seem so different, was my 25th birthday the event I needed to push me to change?

It annoys me no end when people make you feel like you need to apologise for ‘complaining’ about your age, they brush you off with the ‘Oh you’re only young’ comment! Age is such a personal thing and even more so how people feel about it. Let people whine for gods sake !! they aren’t calling you an old bag, they might just be saying they aren’t where they thought they would be in life!

I had never heard of a Quarter Life Crisis before but now its a phrase stuck in my mind. To me it is all about awareness, weighing up whats important and whats not, realisation of whats right or wrong in my life and gaining the utter unstoppable determination to transform myself into the person I have always had in my mind that I wanted to be.

So what did I do? I cleaned out my wardrobe, I started running (slowly), I created a blog, I decided to buy a bowler hat and I tried to start smiling for the cameras!

I am going to end this post with a quote that has really inspired me over the past while, from director, producer, screenwriter and all around risk taker Kevin Smith;

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Thanks for reading!

xx