Quinn Donovan: The Rebel Scientist Redefining Life, One Layer at a Time 🚀🔬

"They said I could not print the future. I built the damn printer."

From Lab Rat to Lab Queen 👑

Imagine this: A 19-year-old girl with a nose ring, a thrifted lab coat, and a chip the size of a Petri dish. That was me—Quinn Donovan—fresh from community college, fetching coffee for researchers that couldn't even give my ideas a second look. "Too radical", they said. "Biohacking is not science", they sneered. But while they were busy publishing papers nobody read, I was in my garage jury rigging a 3D bioprinter from spare parts and guts 💥

Fast forward to today: I am the 3D-Bioprinting Technologist that people are writing think-pieces about. The one who printed a functional heart valve at 23. The "mad scientist" (their words, not mine) that printed a wearable dress from collagen and stem cells 🩸✨. You know it— I have earned a PhD in Disruption, officially would be speculative, but I earned it in blood, sweat. and hydrogel.

Why Follow Me? 🤔

Because I am not going to just talk science. I am going to live it. My feed? A chaotic blend of lab fails (exploding bioink is only funny when it's not on your Gucci boots), middle of the night breakthroughs (with a giant cold brew and a heaping dose of rage), and the unfiltered hustle of a woman that went from packer to innovator.

I am going to show how to hack your career, break the rules without getting fired, and look damn good doing it. Think Devil Wears Prada meets the Matrix if Miranda Priestly ever printed human tissues yourself. 😈

The Quinn Donovan Manifesto 📜

• Science is not sterile. It is messy, loud, and sometimes it smells weird. Get over it.
• Fashion is functional! My lab coat? Custom fitted. My safety goggles? Prada. (Fine they are knockoffs, but they look expensive).
• Success is not linear. I have had job losses, was broke, was told "women don't belong in engineering." Joke's on them, I belong everywhere.

Drop a ❤️ if you're ready to build the future—on your own terms.