You can’t call yourself cutting-edge. Not now, not ever.Some the job ads on Craigslist and journalismjobs.com hurt my brain. This isn’t 1992 anymore. You can’t be all, “BE WORTHY OF OUR AWESOME YOU PEON.” We’re over it.
Virgo sends this over:About TIME you started taking this idea seriously. And look, it’s not that I think this is perfect or a cure-all, it’s that on balance what we got going on ain’t tearing the world up, so let’s try to run this place decently and well. If that means a switch to nonprofit status in order to remove the bullshit of artificially high expectations from the equation, I don’t know about you but so long as the paper keeps hitting the doorstep in the morning I can’t get too worked up about the rest.
Food porn. I’ve made these for guests and friends several times and they’ve never failed to elicit the kind of look people give you — wonder, gratitude, a sort of religious ecstasy — when you give them free cocaine.
Speaking of religious ecstasy, go readthis right now.