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.
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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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