Salon, the original longform Internet destination for liberal thinkers, has many good qualities. They’ve recently expanded their writer pool, and the new hires are a diverse, interesting group. Joan Walsh is a long time badass, and without Salon, I never would have gotten to know Glenn Greenwald or the gonzo Boomer spectacle that is Camille Paglia.
Now that the compliments are out of the way, yesterday, Salon published this piece of Thought Catalog drivel about how ungodly hard and (I shit you not) oppressive it is to be a successful pop culture freelance writer.
Oh is it, now? Please, tell me all about it, you poor thing. Somebody get this poor lost soul a warm blankie and some cocoa, before he posts even more links to his own clips or chokes on his navel lint.
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‘Oh no, I can’t enjoy anything in case someone tries to pay me for it later. My life is so hard, you guys.’ Also love how he tries to don the cloak of chronic illness because he had to go to the hospital this one time.
Auntie Selena is my favorite.