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“The thing is,” I continued. “Cultural arbiters have always been the richest, whitest, most male-dominated groups. Buying into this anti-commercial mindset that heralds esoteric writing reinforces patriarchal models. The more you lobby for the literary status quo, the more you reinforce sexist paradigms.”

But banner ads turned out to be like poison ivy. People clicked them once, and learned never to touch them again. The industry collapsed in a flurry of pop-overs, pop-unders, and shame.

Until Google discovered you could serve little text ads in context, and people would click on them. The whole industry climbed on this life raft, and remains there to this day. Advertising, or the promise of advertising, is the economic foundation of the world wide web.

Too Old; Didn’t Read – On Mainstream Shaming

Too Old; Didn’t Read – On Mainstream Shaming


When all else fails, crack a spine.
Reading Week #10 – Wee Beauty

Reading Week #10 – Wee Beauty

One day late but fuck it. #nationalhugyourcatday

You Must Remember This: The (Suddenly, This) Summer Experiment


I started my podcast, You Must Remember This, in April, and have managed to produce four episodes in two months. I didn’t know what I was doing at first, technically (as I’ve noted elsewhere, I taught myself how to use GarageBand by editing the first episode), but also in a larger sense. I…

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veronikavinyl said: Ann Friedman, you're clearly amazing. How do you stay productive while writing/working from home? I saw one of your pie charts showing that you don't always wear pants while working, so I'm assuming you work from home a lot. How does a freelance writer stay on task at home instead of taking pictures of their cat constantly? Thank you for your help (I'm definitely, totally not procrastinating right now)


I don’t have a cat. And I have never once felt the urge to photograph someone else’s cat. So I’m starting from a very privileged position.

If I’m not being productive at home, sometimes I will put on pants and venture out into the world. Changing venues can help. Coffee shop noise mimics the noise of the newsroom, which is where I learned to write. I like noise.

I also try to cheat on work with other work. If I’m not feeling smart enough to write, I send invoices or answer email (there’s always some email that needs to be answered) or write to an editor I’ve been meaning to pitch or make a pie chart. It’s a lie that writing is the only task in a freelance writer’s job description.

If I have a deadline looming and am really struggling to focus, I do a thing I call “busy fingers.” I open up a Google Doc and make myself type. Just type. I have to keep my fingers moving on the keys, not letting them wander to the trackpad, for at least 10 minutes. Usually the writing starts out crap but by the end of those 10 minutes, I’ve got the beginnings of an article. I may have to give it a heavy edit, but at least I’m out of the Tumblr-Twitter-Facebook productivity death spiral.

Sometimes, if I’m feeling uninspired and I don’t have an immediate deadline looming, I don’t stay on task. I don’t chain myself to the computer and force myself to try to work just because it’s a Wednesday morning. I’ll stop and read a book or my Instapaper queue, or take a walk or something. I try to remember that flexibility is one of the rewards of freelance life, that I don’t have to keep 9-to-5 hours in order to maintain a veneer of professionalism.

“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”

—   Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath  (via lauraolin)

(Source: raccoonwounds, via lauraolin)

“These are forms of male aggression that only women see. But even when men are afforded a front seat to harassment, they don’t always have the correct vantage point for recognizing the subtlety of its operation.”