Following bread crumbs
Sometimes the workday is slow and you can just follow bread crumbs around the Internet until you find something that stops you in your tracks: Birdy - The District Sleeps Alone Tonight (Postal Service cover) by smithblogsatlanta
Me: It really pains me that I feel as if I have to never joke around, never crack up — essentially not be myself — to be taken seriously. Or thought of as “mature.” I feel like if I were a boy, I could do all those things and still be considered a professional. Friend: Oh yeah, I agree. I feel like we’ve gotten to a point where a woman can be a lot of things, but we’re not...
On Facebook (I didn't write this)
My friend Trevor did. And although I think, probably for my job’s sake, that I’ll never be able to quit Facebook, this made a whole mess of sense: Dear Facebook. I’m leaving. Thank you for keeping me in touch with lots of people. Some of those people were my friends, some still are. Some I have no clue. Maybe I met you at a shady (or bright for that matter) shin-dig. You always...
Today I was chatting with a friend online and revealed that sometimes (rarely, but on occasion) I find myself wishing my boyfriend would get moved onto site at some bumfuck town so that I could cease working (he ardently asks me to come with him in this scenario) and spend my days drinking white wine and writing a fantastic blog that will eventually become a book that will eventually become a hit...
spot of hope
There’s a lively discussion going on today on the Mizzou Journalism alumni list serv. Basically, the back story is that an alum recently espoused the virtues of a career in journalism to an aspiring young photojournalist who was having doubts about j-school, and now the alum is feeling all guilty that he recommended the world’s most worthless profession. So he pitched his ethical...
Swiftest and best rejection letter ever
So, today I applied to be Men’s Health’s next Girl Next Door (theirs is abandoning them to offer unrealistoc sex advice in Cosmo). I sent a couple clips and a pic with plenty of clavicle, and within fifteen minutes I had this response from their senior editor: “Thanks for reaching out. Loved the posts - it’s hilarious that they let you lush out like that - but I’m...
First things first
I should admit, before anything, that not a lot of thought has gone into this. This will probably be a space where I pose a lot of questions that I can’t answer but make a little more sense when I see them in black and white. I’ll probably write about people I don’t know, and relationships — especially the fucked up kind, and bitch about things that bug me and keep tabs on...