Women who talk about themselves are the type of women that society loves to hate, that basic bitches who write for Jezebel and Slate love to dismiss.
The reality is, we are feeding her illness with every retweet, we are not giving her the space to step away from it all and get the help she needs.
Vice doesn’t get journalism. No, not at all.
When my high school’s drama program announced the spring show, Les Miserables — one of the most beautiful and tragic broadway musicals to date — I couldn’t bring myself to audition. Aspirations were questioned. They were changing.
Journalism and creative writing may be on the opposite ends of the literary rope, but each of them is helpful and necessary.
Collecting and disseminating information: that’s all Foley was trying to do. And he paid for it with his life.
1. You read the newspaper with a highlighter in one hand.
I reach an old house; countless guitars on the veranda near the entrance assure me that my struggle has paid off.
C’mon, even Thought Catalog’s news coverage does better than this. Surely NPR can outclass us.
If we click bait folk can’t rely on theft, just what the hell are we supposed to do? Get real jobs?