She had a PhD in psychology from Columbia.
The network handed her a stack of books on prizefighting.
It was 1955. Joyce Brothers was twenty-seven, newly married to a medical resident, and mother to a newborn. They lived in a freezing walk-up apartment on $50 a month. Rent was $75. They ate crackers for dinner and skipped meals to keep the heat on. She washed her hair with dish soap.
Universities wouldn’t hire her because she was a woman. Clinics wouldn’t hire her because she was a mother. Her profession had locked her out.
One night, desperate for money, she applied to a new CBS quiz show that was giving away huge sums. The producers liked her looks but rejected psychology. They offered her one category: boxing.
They assumed a petite blonde housewife would be gone in a week.
Joyce didn’t argue. She walked to the library in the freezing rain, checked out heavy volumes on boxing history, and carried them home.
For four weeks she barely slept. While her baby cried beside her, she memorized weights, reaches, referees, ring records, and obscure fights from the 1890s.
On live television, inside the isolation booth, she answered every question flawlessly. The sponsors panicked and made the questions harder. She still didn’t miss.
She won $64,000.
Then she used her sudden fame to get what she had wanted all along: her own television show.
By 1958, Dr. Joyce Brothers was on air talking about postpartum depression, anxiety, and marriage — subjects no one else would touch. When the network tried to cancel her for discussing menopause, she read viewer letters on camera. They backed down.
She had beaten the game they built for her to lose.
Dr. Joyce Brothers: the woman who memorized boxing to break into television — and then used it to help millions of women think about their own minds.
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Dubliners, suggestions for a pub with a back room or space that can be rented/reserved, ground floor ideally cos of accessibility. Sunday afternoon into the evening.
I'm not fussy am I?
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#journorequest - looking to talk to a kitchen designer or an interior designer who specialises in kitchens and is based in Ireland. DM if any thoughts. Shares appreciated.
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“He wants to own what he cannot tame.”
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The lyrics of this new “Greenland Defense Front” video. 👌🏼
Just - WOW.
‘Epic’ doesn’t even begin to describe it.
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At Minneapolis airport, @maitlis watches on as shackled ICE deportees board an aircraft.
"It's one of the most dystopian, the most chilling things, I think i've ever witnessed."
"The plane doesn’t have a name or number, it’s a 'dark plane' - it doesn’t officially exist."
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Word has spread on the long tailed tit grapevine that I run a very good bird café. This family group (likely brothers & sisters from a 2025 brood) came to dine. I’m passing on these 5 adorable tiny birbs (colloquial name: flying teaspoons) to you bc we all need a bit of joy rn🪶:
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My latest cartoon for tomorrow's @Telegraph
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In Cumbrian dialects, dandelion is dog-posy or pissibed. The floating seeds are called 'faeries' and it's lucky to catch one.
art: Adam Oehlers
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My cartoon in today's @irishexaminer.
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Older Women are notable pawns on the chess board of social media. When disagreeing,we are irrelevant, unsightly & stubborn coffin dodgers. When we concur & are attacked from without,we are poor little old ladies deserving of respect for our noble years.
Across the board.
Wankers
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***HELP NEEDED*** I want to grow as many trees as we can but have no funding. To help we're looking for 10l catering buckets, used to hold ketchup, mayo, etc. Any delis/caterers/etc looking to get rid of them? 100s would be great. 1000s better. Will collect. Galway(ish) area.
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#journorequest looking to talk to someone in or from Ireland who lost weight on Ozempic but put it back on again when they stopped taking it. DM if any thoughts. Shares appreciated. #ozempic #weightloss
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In the autumn of 1952, a thin and hungry tabby cat walked into a classroom at Elysian Heights Elementary School in Los Angeles.
A lesson was already in progress.
The cat calmly entered, sat down in the middle of the room, and began to groom himself.
The students were delighted.
The teacher allowed him to stay.
When the school day ended, the cat quietly left.
The next morning, he came back.
Then he returned again the day after that.
Soon, it was clear this was not an accident.
The cat had chosen the school.
The students named him Room 8, after the classroom he first entered.
Room 8 quickly found his routine.
Each morning, he arrived at school.
During the day, he rested in sunny spots, let children pet him, and moved calmly from room to room.
In the afternoon, he left.
He never disrupted lessons.
Teachers and students noticed his gentle and quiet presence.
Small privileges became important to the children.
Feeding him was special.
So was carefully moving him if he fell asleep in an awkward place.
Over the years, Room 8 became part of everyday school life.
He was there during reading time, math lessons, and art classes.
He did not take part.
He simply watched.
When yearbook photos were taken, Room 8 was often included.
From 1952 through the late 1960s, he appeared in class photos, sitting among the students as if he belonged.
By the early 1960s, his story spread beyond the school.
In 1962, LOOK magazine published a feature about him.
It brought national attention to the school cat.
Soon, fan mail began to arrive.
The letters were addressed to “Room 8, Elysian Heights Elementary School, Los Angeles.”
Children and adults from across the country wrote to him.
Some sent small gifts or drawings.
Room 8 had become a celebrity.
Years later, guitarist Leo Kottke composed an instrumental piece titled Room 8, inspired by the cat.
As Room 8 grew older, his health declined.
By the mid 1960s, he was injured in a fight and later developed pneumonia.
One of the teachers, Virginia Finley, offered him a home.
She lived in a house directly across the street from the school.
From then on, Room 8 spent his nights with her and his days at Elysian Heights.
When he was strong enough, he crossed the street on his own each morning.
As he grew weaker, teachers and students sometimes carried him so he could keep his routine.
On August 11, 1968, Room 8 died peacefully.
His exact age was unknown, but he was believed to be about 20 to 22 years old.
This was very old for a cat who had once lived as a stray.
The Los Angeles Times published a long obituary about him.
It described his years at the school, his national fame, and the love students felt for him.
Room 8 was buried with care.
Teachers, students, and admirers mourned his passing.
In 2006, Virginia Finley wrote a children’s book titled “Room 8: The True Story of the School Cat.”
The book preserved his story for future generations.
Through the book, new readers learned about the cat who slept in classroom windows and sat quietly during lessons.
Room 8 was never trained.
He was never officially adopted by the school.
No one planned for him to stay.
He simply arrived.
And the community made space for him.
For sixteen years, Room 8 was a steady presence in the lives of thousands of children.
He became part of their memories, their yearbooks, and their lessons about kindness and care.
His legacy is not about fame.
It is about belonging.
Sometimes, all it takes to find a place in the world is to walk through an open door and be allowed to stay.
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For the lake swimmers, Lidl have the €15 snow boots at the moment. They are very toasty after a swim.
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