My name is Jacqueline (but my ‘inner circle’ calls me Jackie, Jack, Jax, Jack Attack; you name it, I’ve most definitely been called it), and I’m a Canadian-born, globally-raised girl, who ‘specializes’ in culture and communications with a heaping serving of human rights and a burning love of fashion thrown into the mix.
In the past couple of years, I’ve lived in London, where I completed a Masters in International Communications and Development, and New York City, where I assisted with the US launch of the world’s most ‘socially relevant’ fragrance line, and traveled in England, France, Holland, Portugal, Italy, Turkey, and around East and West Africa. I am currently based in Southern Africa (more specifically, Zambia) until December 2013, and then… it’s back to North America for this girl!
Throughout my educational and professional careers, I have worked across borders and cultures, through international human rights organizations including Women without Borders and the Violence Against Women Day (V-Day) Campaign, to raise awareness about critical issues that women and girls face globally. I have had my writing featured in BUST and Faze magazines and in various online publications.
As you can probably sense, I really enjoy traveling and meeting people from all over the world! It is, without question, one of my favourite things to do!
When I’m not hopping planes, trains, or automobiles, I spend my ‘down’ time cooking, running, singing, volunteering, writing, keeping up on current events (read: trying to…), and partaking in anything fashion-related. travel, meeting new people, writing, women's and girls' rights, volunteering, the arts (varying mediums), fitness (all kinds!), fashion, photography Patience! When I want something, I have a tendency toward the "do it now" line of thinking. Cross-Cultural Communications and Studies, Women's Rights, Writing/Reporting and Editing, Alternative Media, Marketing
My Vision for the Future
Shelters must advertise because women are no longer breaking down their doors; burquas don’t equate with “prisoner” or mini skirts with “whore”; our daughters don’t know the meaning of a catcall – mutual respect and consideration is second-nature to them.