Some thoughts for Taylor Cotter (the 22-year-old girl who wrote about wishing she could be poorer on the Huffington Post):
Right now things kinda suck. I know. You wrote an oblivious-sounding piece about how you kind of wished you were getting the chance to be poor and scrappy in your 20s, like artistic people are supposed to be. Like the girls on “Girls,” which sometimes seems very realistic because Lena Dunham is the only young woman with any body fat on TV. And then the piece went up on HuffPo and then Gawker picked it up and now everyone is making fun of you.
My friend sent it to me. She was like “OMG this girl wishes she was poor!” and I was already worried about you.
I mean, maybe you’re totally OK and don’t even care. Maybe you’re laughing. But if you’re anything like me, I’m guessing you’re not. I’m guessing you’re more like, “Oh shit shit shit. No wait! I didn’t mean it that way! Wait, guys! I’m not that bad! I swear. I said that in a funny way. I was trying to make this point, and I was trying to illustrate it, and the piece is more about how we’re taught that being poor is cool when you’re an artist than about how I actually really wish I was poor. The piece is really more about the images we’re given of artists. And how it can be awkward not to fit the image, even if that means being more stable than the image. You know? Seriously! I’m not a bad person!” Keep reading »
Here’s a comforting thought: while our planet threatens to transmogrify into an Easy Bake oven, the world economy teeters on the edge of collapse, and Scientology is permitted to exist as a viable religion and way of life, there’s a 22-year-old out there who’s bummed out because she’s never been poor. Taylor Cotter, a 2012 graduate of Northeastern University, grieves the fact that just two months after completing her Journalism degree, she has an editorial job, a car, an apartment, and a 401k, none of which factor into the “10-cents-a-word” life she always dreamed of. It’s not surprising, coming from a girl who begins her lament, titled “A Struggle of Not Struggling,” by stating that “like most female journalists,” her only two inspirations in life were Carrie Bradshaw and Harriet the Spy, and it makes me wonder — has Cotter, who lives outside of Boston, ever actually been to New York City? Keep reading »
When you leave your house everyday to go to work or school, you assume that your cat is keeping things in order, right? Like, maybe he’s playing with a ball of string or has found the odd hair tie to chew on under your bed, but certainly he’s not doing anything terribly unseemly. Not so, say the makers of Ca$hCats.biz, a site devoted to chronicling cats with cash, drugs and guns. “I got a couple of New Year’s Eve photos that were way off the charts.” says Will Kleinart, who founded the site. ”They’d probably give PETA a heart attack. Literally, just, like, huge lines of coke and the cats near them with bottles of champagne in the background. And, of course, the requisite 20- and 50-dollar bills.”
What does it take to make a photo worthy of Ca$hCats? A stack of money and a cat, really. Check out a few more examples after the jump. [Vice] Keep reading »
I am going to smack the next idiot who tells me that raising her children full time — by which she really means going to Jivamukti classes and pedicure appointments while the nanny babysits — is her feminist choice.
This is how writer Elizabeth Wurtzel begins a piece on TheAtlantic.com entitled titled “1 Percent Wives Are Helping To Kill Feminism And Make The War On Women Possible.”
You know, subtle.
And it goes downhill from there. Keep reading »
I wasn’t always good at negotiating. As a writer, I was usually just delighted to be getting paid anything at all, so if I was told a freelance rate or a starting salary was standard or set in stone, I took it and I liked it, with the kind of deranged enthusiasm that you only have at the beginning — until a few years ago, when I walked into my boss’ office and quit my job. I didn’t have another full time job lined up; I quit so I could freelance full time.
Suddenly, I had to hustle. I was pitching stories sometimes multiple times a week, and negotiating a rate for each and every one. I wasn’t great at it at first—it was scary to ask for more money even when an assignment clearly called for it. But I did, again and again. Soon, I had it down—I was successfully negotiating for a higher rate more often than I wasn’t, I found a steady freelance gig I could count on for steady cash-flow, and by the end of my second year freelancing, I was raking in more than I had ever made when I had a full time job.
Anyway, so just wanted to share all my good fortune. Hope you guys are good, we should totes get together for a drink sometime, byeeeee.
Oh, wait, you wanted some advice for how you can become a better negotiator too? Sure, I’ve got that.
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We’re broke, we’re unemployed, we owe student loans, we’re living off our parents, we have degrees in things like English and Philosophy, we’re unprecedentedly narcissistic, and as if we couldn’t get any more charming, all the money we do have we spend on luxury goods: welcome to Generation Y, bitches! The millennial epoch, composed of those born between 1980 and 2000, is the fastest-growing demographic of those who purchase luxury goods. Consumers of this generation increased spending on premium fashion and services by 33 percent in 2011, and while boomers remain the foremost buyers of luxury items at 50 percent, millennials have altered their habits drastically in the past year alone. Keep reading »
I am celebrating today because I got my tax return in the mail and used it to pay off every cent of credit card debt that was hanging over me like a dark cloud. I won’t say how much, but it was in the thousands. I bought a new computer, had some doctor’s bills and before I knew it, the debt was piling up as it tends to to. I am pleased to announce that as of this morning, I am 100 percent credit card debt free for the first time in over a year. And I plan to stay that way. It’s weird, but I feel lighter somehow. Debt really weighs down your spirit. Right now, mine is carefree and doing the River Dance. Woot woot! So Friskyverse, I want to know how you are planning to allocate your tax return funds. I hope someone out there is already debt free and using the dough to buy something completely frivolous, like a mini pony or something. I want to live vicariously through you, please. Share with us in the comments.
Twelve years ago, Daniel Suelo left his last $30 in a payphone and walked off into the desert. Daniel had decided that money was “an illusion” and no longer wanted to be a part of the capitalist financial system. So he decided to live off the grid — way off the grid — surviving off of foraged food, roadkill and the kindnesses of friends and strangers. He set up camp in a cave in the Utah wilderness, but also began blogging — because even though he wanted to live without money, he also wanted to stay connected to his fellow humans.
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Ryan Gosling memes never get old — especially not on Equal Pay Day, a date symbolizing the extra days a woman will have to work in 2012 in order to earn, on average, the same amount as a male counterpart did in 2011. You know, that “equal pay for equal work” stuff that feminists are always blabbing about. You can learn all about the pay gap between men and women right here … but I’m warning you, it won’t be as easy on the eyes as The Gos. [The Daily Muse; Pay-Equity.org]
Oh, hey there. Guess what day it is? April 17th! No, it’s not my birthday. It’s Tax Day! Alright, so maybe this isn’t an occasion for excitement and joy, but whether you like it or not, taxes must be paid by midnight tonight (unless you are filing an extension or giving the finger to Uncle Sam like these celebs). With that in mind, we’ve compiled some straightforward advice for you tax-filling slackers who waited until the very last second to file — like yours truly. Keep reading »