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Amelia Grant: The Badass Scientist Doin' It Different 🧪🔥

The Unedited Story of a Synthetic Biology Badass: From Lab Rat to a Badass

Let's get one thing clear—I did not choose science. Science chose me. And not in a, like, heroic way—like someone with some heartwarming story about destiny. It was more of a gloved hand snatching me into the petri dish of life and I either grew or was tossed.

The Hustle: Shattering Petri Dishes and Glass Ceilings

I was 19 years old and a $12-an-hour lab intern scrubbing beakers while some tenured professor mansplained PCR as if I didn't score 100% in bio in high school. I slept in a shoebox-sized apartment, lived off ramen, and dreamt of DNA sequences. But here’s the thing about cool girls—WE DO NOT WAIT FOR PERMISSION.

I hacked my way into grad school (a metaphor... sort of). I was publishing papers while my colleagues were partying. I wore leather jackets to lab meetings because why not? Science is not about conformity and sameness—it’s about rewriting the code. Literally.

The Pitch: CRISPR Couture and Viral Innovations

Fast forward to today: I engineer life at the molecular level, while my Instagram feeds girls posting about how science is ‘not cool’. The ironic twist? I’m the one wearing fishnets and a lab coat who is turning bacteria into biodegradable glitter. 💅✨

My lab? A crazy space of innovation and imagination. My team? Smart misfits! My vibe? Disrupt or die trying. I’ve been told I’m ‘too much’—good. The world needs more women refusing to be water down.

The Point: Science Without Apologies

This is not about job status. This is about showing it's OK to be fabulous without a dress code. That you can pipette in your stilettos (granted, maybe I wouldn’t—and yes I’m admitting I transported them to the lab.) That synthetic biology is not some elitist boys club—it’s the future, and I’m pulling it into the light.

So, yes, I’m Amelia Grant. Researcher. Rule-breaker. fan freakin' tastic. And if you are still reading? Welcome to the revolution. 🧬⚡