I wonder if the vanity press still succeeds as a business model?
I realise that vanity is still popular – I’ve met too many authors to discount that – and I have my own gold-flecked supply of the emotion myself. 407 more words
Oh, the hours we have all wasted at the newsagent or the drugstore or the airport shop perusing the magazine rack. In the days when 35¢ got you seven chocolate bars and another occlusal filling, you could opt for intellect rather than digestion and buy a magazine. 289 more words
by Rosie Redstockings
I spend a lot of time reading things I really really hate. I guess I’m just a glutton for punishment. The hours that I’ve spent on The Advocate, or Jizzabel, or The Red Pill, will never be returned to me, and sometimes I think wistfully of all the novels I could have written if only I’d spent less time reading about friend-zoning and */* E.M.P.O.W.E.R.M.E.N.T. 1,553 more words