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The name’s Amanda Holden, but my pals call me Mandy, Mandicakes, Manderson Pooper, A.Hol (get it? like J.Lo but…grosser??) and—you guessed it—Dumpster Dog. Ahhhh yes, ol’ Dumpster Dog, that’s me. What you’re probably not thinking is: For a young and single working gal, that is one darling nickname!!
It’s okay—I love it. The nickname took root during a eight-month stint where I didn’t buy food (see this post for the gruesome details) and it has really stuck, glued to me like day-old bean burrito guts on a Taco Bell wrapper. The easy fusion was surely thanks to my preference for Birkenstocks and half-eaten gyros over stilettos and grooming; creativity over tedium, always. This brand of scrappiness is the very essence of Dumpster Dog, and accordingly, the perfect name for my blog on money!
Why a blog on money? Here’s the deal. Everyone has to learn this finance-y stuff eventually. There is no way around it, ‘less you got a plan to ride some 93-year-old oil baron’s D until his ticker explodes. So, if we are going to do it—if we are truly going to learn these imperative adult/life skills—I figure we might as well have some fun while we’re at it. Talking about finance shouldn’t be so fucking terrible, but it is. I’m starting a blog because I want to make it…not terrible. (Wow, go me!! Shootin’ for the moon!!) That’s why you’ll find my writes served up hot and skanky, with heaping sides of boner and toot jokes. I happen to believe it’s the best (only?) way to learn.
Blog posts will mostly be finance-related, but don’t hold me to it! Ink may spilleth frometh my pen in the form of a love letter to Marshawn Lynch or as in-depth analysis of the latest Weird Al Yankovich album. Humor me? Whatever the topic, I will pull from my range of experiences over the last decade and mix ’em all up to produce a lil’ perspective I like to call Dumpster Dog stew. All sorts of odd parts brine to create my specialty goulash. To name a few:
I worked in the investment industry in San Francisco for six years. Simultaneously, I was a real dumbfuck twenty-something when it came to my own money. (I’m still a dumbfuck sometimes.) I learned a ton from both. After wriggling from the grips of my corporate job, I took a year to travel through the poor, developing countries of Latin America. Witnessing Latin American women at a consistent financial disadvantage enkindled me to move back to my hometown, Portland, Oregon, and create educational material for the demographic I care most about: young women. And that’s where I am now! I currently teach long-term financial planning and investing through presentations and workshops. (They’re fun! If you are interested in setting one up, contact me.)
I’ve got another little somethin’-somethin’ that I hope to share with you soon: Long-form content on investing, for young women. I would love for it to become a book—one with a start and a FINISH—so I can teach you everything you need to know and send you on your merry way. That fancy (read: annoying AF) little pie is still very much in the oven. Since she’s gonna take her sweet-ass time to cook—and because I have zero patience because I am a child—I’ve decided to go ahead and share some of the most timely or thought-provoking ideas here on this blog. Let us not wait to get you ladies a few blistering spoonfuls of Dumpster Dog stew!
More than anything, this blog is just another way for me to create a fun, safe place for women to talk shop. Ask questions! I want you to laugh and learn. I’ll talk about myself plenty, but know that my stories and self-deprecation are nothing more than a strategic educational tool. For example, even though I have blown all my money on Mexican trinkets on like, seven distinct occasions, I really just did it for you guys!! I did it because I knew that there was an important lesson to be learned somewhere in there! We should probably talk about it. Really, babes, this blog is for you, so you should never hesitate to tell me how I can make it better.
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Much love, The Dumpster Dog