People who believe they have any authority to request—or, more typically, demand—that the author alter or remove a portion of the post. This is almost as bad as people who leave comments that are like “where is the philosophy” or “you used to write more like X and now you write like Y, write like X again.” Sorry I missed the memo that says you’re supposed to write exactly what one person out of like ten thousand wants to hear.
a lot of times people will find something they deem abstractly wrong or displeasing in your article or argument, especially if it is about them or something they’ve created, and demand you change it or take it down. that’s not how publishing works, brah. real errors can be fixed with an editor’s note, but you can’t just secretly change or delete what you already published and the public has seen.
The study, which used data collected by the Census Bureau, found that the median wealth of Hispanic households fell by 66 percent from 2005 to 2009. By contrast, the median wealth of whites fell by just 16 percent over the same period. African Americans saw their wealth drop by 53 percent. Asians also saw a big decline, with household wealth dropping 54 percent.
The declines have led to the largest wealth disparities in the 25 years that the bureau has been collecting the data, according to the report.
Median wealth of whites is now 20 times that of black households and 18 times that of Hispanic households, double the already marked disparities that had prevailed in the decades before the recent recession, the study found.
It was hard to graduate into this, but our generation’s kids are going to deal with a serious income gap and horrible racial disparity. at least they’ll have the internet?
Let’s get more copywriters into one place than HAVE EVER BEEN BEFORE. What will come out? A jingle? 1,000 headlines? A disaffected screenplay? Who knows!
Tired of sitting in your hovel all alone, writing furiously in the voice of a “caring mother,” “devoted farmer,” or “sensual bather?” Tired of dealing with copywriter amnesia, where you ask who wrote an ad about “bringing diapers on the go” only to be stared at, open-mouthed, as someone answers, “Uh, you did?”
The only other person who can understand is a fellow copywriter, so let’s get a bunch of us together and drink alcohol and discuss “logical punctuation” for five minutes and gossip about agencies and complain about the heat.
Invite your whole copywriting team! (Except for that one guy who sucks.) Invite your talented friends who want to be copywriters but are currently unemployed too!
About me: I’m Becky Lang, a copywriter at Zeus Jones and also the creator of The Tangential. Let’s schmooze. Sign up on Facebook and reblog to all your peeps if you’re one of those influential people.
1. You want meat. You’re not sure when this occurred, but suddenly your lungs need to inhale buffalo sauce to survive, and if you don’t get grease all over your hands, they are going to shrivel up and become unable to type, pick your belly button or scratch your dog.
2. Cheese. Did you mention cheese? You want your wedding to involve at least one bird drowning in a cheese fountain, because there is going to be that much cheese. Guests will have to register at a small British cheese shop, and leave a portion of the gift unwrapped so you can masticate it immediately. Honeymoon sex? Alcoholic whipped cheese.
3. Your daily routine involves sleeping until noon until your dog farts on your face. Then you roll onto your stomach and read Reddit until a GIF of a cat turning into a croissant makes you pee a little. That means it’s breakfast time. This involves placing a banana and two apples into a penis-and-balls-like position and then eating them in >1 minute, washing it down with a full jug of apple sauce.
4. By now the TV is on, tuned to MST3K and you are also having a video chat conversation about an early renaissance war and trying not to let on that you are discreetly removing sweat from a fold somewhere on your body.
5.You have a few goals for today, one of which is to plant tomatoes in your garden, which actually isn’t a garden but more like the place where you stomp and yell “Why god, why!” at the earth and get in a fight with an inchworm that you feel is “mocking” you. Then you will try to go for a jog, which lasts ~22 minutes and ends with you stuffing popcorn in your face and making plans to drink whiskey.
I created a real website for myself over the last couple weeks. It’s not a portfolio/resume thing, because I’m not looking for a job, but it’s more just a house of all the stuff I do. (Other than my beloved weird land of Tumblrs.)
People have asked me to help them design a website after seeing this and The Tangential but the depressing truth is that they’re just stylish themes designed by others. I can maybe make a design, but I can’t actually make it happen on the internet, all by myself.
I’d like to learn to someday.
In other news The Tangential got voted the best local blog by Minneapolis’ alt weekly Vita.mn.
We’re like a nail polish blog or something. Our editor @jaygabler was voted best local tweeter, and he is fucking funny shit, I should know since I’ve spent a million hours with him and he’s also my neighbor.
I also got voted #7 “local celebrity crush,” which totally surprised the crap out of me. i don’t think people in minneapolis actually know who I am, other than people in the twitterati or whatever, but i’m definitely flattered to have beaten “snowball.”
I have a question though - How come on all kids shows about witches, witchcraft never really works? Every time they use a spell, they end up destroying the universe or at least their reputation in the 7th grade. It’s like the lesson of witchcraft is “don’t use witchcraft.” Wouldn’t it just die out eventually?
i just remembered a time in high school when my english teacher was looking through my iPod and for some odd reason I had a bunch of recordings of Michel Foucault speaking and I was like, “Haha it’s some guy named Michael Foocalt talking in French.”
My teacher’s voice reached a very high pitch for a man and he clarified, “Mee-SHEL foo-COH?” He looked at me like a) why the hell would a high school kid have this on their iPod b) Clearly she doesn’t know who that is c) why the hell would a high school kid who doesn’t even know who that is (and doesn’t speak french) have it on their iPod?
I was just like “yeah, whatever, i’m going to go buy a diet coke.”
4 drinks: I just love your boobs. Can I just say that? Like, seriously, every time I see your boobs my boobs just get all sad inside. I mean it–your boobs are like these two amazing pillows filled with whipped cream and mine are like these pathetic little windsocks on a still day.
i was raised on magazines. i spent almost all of my allowance on them until i got a job, when i started buying subscriptions. it wasn’t till i discovered esquire and gq that i realized i was getting played by girl magazines. not that i don’t love them - i do - but there’s no way in hell they are going to teach you how to invest in the stock market.
A.V. Club's Down-to-Earth Guide to Drinking Your Way Through a Minneapolis Summer
I wrote this. It took 4 years of research.
If you want a guide to the choicest glass of pinot or gastronomic drinks that emit small prisms, this is not it. This guide has taken great pains to shove aside any pretense of classiness that may be associated with imbibing the beloved molecule, ethanol. Instead, get ready to plan nights around your reptilian brain, skipping off across the Hennepin Avenue bridge with rail booze in your liver, and a craving for a hot dog in your heart.
If a night of drinking also means a night of chain-smoking Why not embark on a chain-smoking tour of bars with patios? (Many strictly organic restaurants are out; they’ll politely tell you to “take a walk around the block with your cigarette.”) Start at the Kitty Cat Klub in Dinkytown, where you can smoke in the face of the slightly eggy smell coming from under the bridge. Then cab to Club Jager to pick up a scent of bonfire as you huddle with journalists, fashion designers, and other scenesters. By now you’re getting sloppy, so go somewhere less dignified, like The C.C. Club [2600 Lyndale Ave. S.], where the back porch is a “Who am I kidding? I’m asking for cancer” den of people just like you. The next morning, smoke into your bloody Mary on the rooftop patio at Uptown Cafeteria.
If you want to figure out if your friend is gay or not Challenge him to a night of gay bar hopping. If he protests, he might be hiding something. Promise him that Northeast’s Lush is a classy bar with a unisex bathroom and drinks that come in highball glasses. Once there, analyze whether he pays more attention to the gaggle of straight girls or to the giant monitor streaming Lady Gaga. After a buzz is on, bus to the Saloon, which is known for its Long Island Iced Teas. Now it’s time to flat out ask your friend if he is gay. He totally is, so head to Jet Setto celebrate in a bar so pretty that it feels like a window installation piece on disco balls and leather.
i know this movie’s old, but i’ll say my thoughts anyway.
• i’m no “frida expert,” but to me she seems like a sad, spooky, frustrated woman. i doubt she was a spicy, energetic salsa dancer who was cool with major problems after throwing a jar across the room. i’ll blame the producer instead of salma hayek, just cuz … she so pretty.
• why was it in english? frida and diego were mexican revolutionaries. they woulda been so pissed it wasn’t in spanish.
• wikipedia, which i trust more than my own mother, said, Their marriage was often troubled. Kahlo and Rivera both had irritable temperaments and numerous extramarital affairs. The bisexual Kahlo had affairs with both men and women, including Josephine Baker; Rivera knew of and tolerated her relationships with women, but her relationships with men made him jealous.
i felt like the movie mostly ignored her affairs other than when she touches some blonde chick’s leg in a cafe, while putting immense weight on his. seems annoying to me that they assumed her sadness was mostly caused by being the victim of a cheating husband when maybe it was really more that she also couldn’t commit to one person (or even gender) and this was confining to her.
• the animations were kinda neat, although i kept waiting for them to get laughably stupid like in the movie “howl.” a better movie wouldn’t have flirted with that line so hard.
• despite all my criticism, i was pretty riveted. (although i did take two smoke breaks and a shower during the movie. mild ADD.) it was pretty, lively, interesting and at the end, very sad.
now i’m going to go stalk pictures of frida to decide how pretty she was/ how good of a painter she was. my downstairs smoking neighbor doesn’t like her work, but i do. probably because i love portraits.