I’ve decided to start an email newsletter, named after a line from this poem by Dorothy Parker. Sometimes, the way the supposedly-egalitarian internet reveals itself to be just another male-dominated space makes me feel like this:
I want to do something about it, however small.
(Tumblr is the notable exception to this, of course - Tumblr never makes me feel like that.)
Please sign up here if you’re interested. I’ll be sending the first one late Friday afternoon, and then hopefully all the Friday afternoons after that.
In yesterday’s hubbub, I didn’t get a chance to reblog this, which I’m doing with a recommendation of such intense fervor that it’s probably going to embarrass Caroline a little bit.
But you know, a really extraordinary editor has this kind of innate good taste, or judgement, or instinct. That works, that doesn’t, etc. I’ve been writing for Caroline since the spring and I’ve marveled at her sense of things, as an editor, how she knows where small changes need to happen, or where big ones are necessary. She is sensitive and generous and kind and so, so smart.
I wrote a piece for a conference in July, one so deeply personal that I’m still afraid to publish it, despite the fact that I read it aloud to a group of people. The night before that conference, when I was struggling to make the piece come together, she read it—after work, in her free time—and called me on the phone to talk me through what needed to happen. Everything clicked; I’m not sure if she knows how valuable our conversation was. And when I did get up to read it—to a conference dedicated to a famous author, with that author sitting in the back row, ominously taking notes—I knew it didn’t matter too much what they thought of it, because Caroline liked it: I’d won over an audience of one.
So how’s that for a recommendation, eh? SORRY CAROLINE. Subscribe!