Contributed by Alana Elsner

The Glass Hammer has published several pieces in the past on how women in finance can get involved in charitable enterprises that put their skills to work helping women in need. In this article, a new contributor to The Glass Hammer highlights her experience with socially responsible investing.

505984259_91c2bc3fae_m.jpgEver wondered what happens to your money when you invest in a “green” fund? In addition to posting strong returns, the goal of socially responsible investing is to make a difference in the world. But how can you see the tangible results of your investment? This question snuck up on me one cold January night. With the holiday season passed and my New Year’s resolutions already broken, I decided now was the time to take an active role in making the world a better place. This is the story of my journey down the rabbit hole of microfinance. This is the story of how I help catch fish in Uganda.

I asked myself, how was I to start saving the world? My typical ten hour work day, plus occasional weekends, left me with little time to spare. Then one evening I caught a news report about Kiva.org, a website linking poor borrowers with U.S. lenders. In the era of billionaire philanthropy, my $25 realized its full potential as I became a Kiva lender. With a few swift clicks of my mouse, I teamed up with Sara from San Francisco, Bobbi from Atlanta, and 44 other lenders to raise funds for Gertrude, a 44 year old mother of nine. From the moment I went to the website, Gertrude’s picture and story fascinated me. As a fishmonger, Gertrude’s fish stock and profits help support her family. But now she is ready to become one of the few female entrepreneurs in Uganda. Gertrude plans to use my $25 to multiply her fish stocks. Once her profits increase, she hopes to open up a clothing business. I was surprised, but I also admired this woman, continents away, who had not one but two business plans. After seeing Gertrude and hearing her story, how could I not help?

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akilimanjaro.jpgFor those of you who don’t know me, I am a cat-like creature at heart. Happiest curled up by a warm fire, with a good book, a glass of decent red wine at my elbow, and some music playing. I don’t do wet, I don’t do cold, and I usually avoid energetic.

So it surprised even me when, a couple of years back, I volunteered for a nine-day hike through dripping rainforests and freezing valleys culminating in an ascent on the summit of Mt. Kilimanjaro in Tanzania.

The climax of the trek was a night climb from a camp high up the mountain, which required over seven hours of phenomenal effort to reach the top of Africa’s highest mountain, at 19,344 feet (a shade shy of 6,000m). This was achieved at temperatures below 0°F, in swirling mist and snow.

I signed up to climb Kili for charity, thinking Tanzania in December would top off my tan, and the exercise would help with pre-holiday weight loss. Even better, I could do a good deed and raise funds for my favorite charity at the same time. Win-win all around, really.

Ours was an eight-man team with the world of finance well represented: a trader from Morgan Stanley, a desk assistant from Deutsche, and an IT expert from Bank of New York. The others included a liver surgeon from Liverpool, an HR specialist from Switzerland, a financial adviser from Marlow and a guy who did something for GE but I didn’t ever quite understand what. And me.

Kili is a marvel – you encounter all kinds of weather and terrain, from rainforest to savannah to frozen slopes. All have their pros and cons – rainforests are, naturally, very wet, and you squish along through mud with wet gear and boots; the cold at the top bites into your very bones, and the high altitude makes many hikers ill.

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So it may not have been the best year for women in finance, or even the best year for finance professionals in general. Still, for those of you who work at top performing places like Goldman Sachs or hedge funds that shorted subprime loans this year, Santa might still be squeezing down the chimney for you at bonus time. But the holidays are over, and now, if you have some money to burn, might as well spend it on yourself. Drowning your sorrows in retail therapy? We can help with that too.

Here at the Glass Hammer, we present five fabulous symbols of conspicuous consumption to help liberate your bank accounts of that bonus …

  1. blackdiamondbirkin.jpg Crocodile Birkin Bag by Hermès. This bag is the ultimate luxury indulgence. While some coveted models have a waitlist as long as six years, other models can be found on shorter notice. While this diamond-encrusted 40 cm black crocodile patent Birkin will set you back a cool $65,000, it will certainly announce to the world that you have arrived. Less outrageous models available from $6,000. Even if you can’t afford your very own yet, you can head over to the new Hermès location right on Wall Street and ogle till your heart’s content, or at least pick up a more reasonably priced scarf. Read more

193636096_1f34d7a78d_m.jpgThe idea of taking to the high seas never really occurred to me before. I’m not the kind of person who likes being cold and wet, for one. Sailing just didn’t really push my ‘I want to try that’ button. I had a head filled with misconceptions about what it was really like, with no reason to challenge them until recently.

Life has a habit of throwing the unexpected my way, however, so when my husband developed a sudden and irrational longing to pursue yachting, I sighed. Why doesn’t he have a yearning to lie by a sun-drenched pool with an exotic drink and a stack of books? Still, if he’s going to have a mid-life crisis, I suppose I’d rather be there for him (lest he run out and buy a sports car while I’m not looking). So, with a quaking heart, I signed up with him for a five-day ‘Competent Crew’ course in the Mediterranean.

Turns out, we had a ball. Yes, there were scary moments. Like when we were in Ceuta, a Spanish enclave in Morocco, and I was manning the helm and came out of the lee of a large rock and hit a force seven wind with all sails up. The boat heeled over to a 45 degree angle, I yelped and struggled to keep our course as the churning sea rushed up over the stanchion rails and we were tossed around like a cork in a washing machine. We graduated from that watery baptism without mishap, only to encounter an even stronger wind, with a tidal tug around Europa Point on Gibraltar, but more of that later.

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skydiver.jpegThis new series of articles, called “Passions,” is not a cheesy soap opera on day-time television. Rather, it explores what young successful professional women do when they are not working, and sheds some light on the hobbies and interests that they are passionate about.

Think that only a crazy person would jump out of an airplane at 13,500 feet and free fall towards the ground before your parachute opens? Well it might be a little crazy, but its also incredibly fun, at least according to the skydivers I talked to.

I have always been curious about skydiving, as I’m a pretty adventurous person and it seems like the last frontier in extreme sports. I’ve tried bungee jumping, hang gliding and parasailing, but something about skydiving whispers in my ear, “that stuff is all for wimps! Try jumping out of a plane!” I have tried to sign up for skydiving lessons in various countries and at different times in my life, but somehow, it hasn’t happened yet.

Then, I had dinner with my friend Joanna, who had just been skydiving the week before. She has been twice, and completely loved the experience. “It’s the rush of a lifetime,” she said excitedly. “It’s the closest you will ever get to flying.” She describes the experience of jumping out of a plane as both terrifying and incredible, and says that she would go back tomorrow if she didn’t have to go to work.

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