in transit


Because all women have walked to their car in the dark, keys clutched tight in hand, one poking out between two fingers.

Because when I go out to bars or clubs, I have to think about whether what I’m wearing is too suggestive, instead of putting on whatever I please.

Because I feel the need to apologize when I’m not wearing makeup or my hair hasn’t been washed, or when I’m generally looking anything other than flawless.

Because there was nothing I could do about the man who touched me inappropriately in the middle of Gillette Stadium as I waited for my then-boyfriend to come out of the bathroom. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STADIUM.

Because there was also nothing I could do when a man touched me inappropriately in the middle of a crowded street, his arm around his girlfriend. Because retaliating in the way I wanted to…

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The other part of my job

I have been sitting in a bench in a court room, labour court to be specific. My job is to manage media for a mining company and I have learned in the past few months that I not only need to be a pro in my actual job, but I also have to be equipped in dealing with all aspects of the business.

I am in court today, to field my fellow journalists who are covering the story of the platinum mining industrial action. I have not seen any of them outside, I guess my presence here today is just warming the bench.

My colleagues from Employee Relations, Human Resources and Legal take these issues in their strides. Listening to robust conversations around the affordability aspect of the wage demands and all sorts of conversations. The mediation process really is something else, the mediator comes and talks to one party about a certain position and that position is communicated to the other party….this does not mean there is agreement. There are caucuses in between…poor mediator has to take positions and responses across both parties.

I love my job everything that it is and with everything that it is not. Everyday, I learn some thing new….there is no day as the same as the previous one….


Mission accomplished: Avengers fight cancer!

Something for a rainy day


Well, this has been an adventure and a half. When we started out on Monday evening, all we wanted to do was to make it possible for my father to see The Winter Soldier and maybe to get a few superhero selfies to make him chuckle. In under 48 hours our mission was accomplished – the kind people at Marvel got in touch on Wednesday to say they’d organise for dad to watch the film at home when he gets back from hospital soon, and Mark Ruffalo was the first actor to tweet a picture for dad on Wednesday morning, with more following suit after that.* And then, suddenly everyone was interested, and… we kind of went viral.

I have to admit something right now: as a bit of perfectionist, it really bugs me that I can’t stay on Twitter all the time and thank each and every one of…

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