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My name is Noelle
Adams and I'm a 24 year old writer / hack for hire. I am currently based in Durban, South Africa.
In 2005 I completed my English Honours. In 2004, I spent a full year
in the workplace, as a copywriter / editor / quality
controller at a website development company. I am currently working
as a copywriter and strategist for an advertising agency, as well as
writing monthly columns for GEAR
Magazine.
View my CV.
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Why the Alice motif
and imagery?
1) The character:
I bear a
resemblance to Alice – not the blonde Disney waif, but rather Alice
Pleasance Liddell, the little girl
Lewis Carroll wrote
the 2 Alice books about, and for. I like to think I look even more like
the adolescent Alice in
American McGee’s Alice, the
EA PC game released in 2000 (Concept art by
Norm Felchle).
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This said, I cannot
stand Lewis Carroll’s books. I hated the illogical dream-like nature
of events and character interactions. I found it to be frustrating
nonsense.
American McGee’s
Alice is a different matter. The game took the dream like qualities
of Lewis Carroll's stories and wrenched Wonderland into nightmare,
throwing some lobotomized dancing toddlers in for good measure.
I’m attracted to
the dark side. I always have been.
Ultimately, what I
like about the character of
Alice (in the books and game), is her odd combination of
naďveté and confidence. Totally out of her depth, up against the
greatest odds,
Alice stands up for
herself, her knowledge and principles. She never loses faith in
herself and her abilities. I find that very admirable.
2) Wonderland as reality:
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In Alice In
Wonderland, and Alice Through The Looking Glass, the title character
finds herself in a topsy turvy world where little makes sense. She
is surrounded by strange characters - simpering mock turtles,
hash-addicted caterpillars, flustered bunnies and vicious queens
with a fondness for decapitation and flamingos.
Emerging into a
world of weirdness is really what this site is about. Forget
mid-life crises. You have your first crisis in your twenties, as you
leave the safety of college or university, and enter the real world.
That is, of course, if you’re like me - a member of the comfortable
middle class, descended from white-collar desk jockeys.
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The real world is a
terrifying place. The decisions you make are suddenly life-altering
on so many levels- Should I take the job? Could I marry him? Will
something better come along?
The decisions are
yours and yours alone. You're a legal adult. You can get advice from
your family and friends, but that's all it is. Advice. No more
shields. No more safety nets.
Then there’s the
minefield of commitments; each bomb with a sinister title like car
payments, mortgage and UIF. Each can also blow off a limb if you’re
not careful.
Who is really
prepared for all this? I can't even wire a plug.
It's a frightening
and overwhelming world... Nothing makes sense. Justice, the concept
of a natural balance where goodness is rewarded and evil punished-
something that we have been taught to value our whole life- no
longer seems to apply.
In the corporate
Wonderland especially, we newcomers are at the bottom of a system;
unimportant and open for exploitation by management types- the worst
types being bullies. Having risen to their positions through
cut-throat, often unethical behaviour, they now hold sway over us
and, if we let them, the path of our careers. They stroke their egos
by threatening us; making us cringe.
Like Alice, or
Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, we are stranded in the middle of a
strange world. There are characters that will help us and become our
friends. There will be self-serving types to avoid...
All we can do is
fend for ourselves while yearning desperately for the safety of
home. And not eat too many mushrooms along the road.
And why the online
nick of Pfangirl?
I am a
fan of actress Michelle Pfeiffer. Well, actually a "pfan." At some
early stage in the online congregation of Michelle Pfeiffer fans,
someone started calling us "pfans". The name stuck. And as I am
female, "pfangirl" made sense as a nick.
Contact me.
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