Kids, if you haven’t yet noticed, I’m just going to come right out and say it: I’m not functioning at full capacity lately. As such I’ve found it very difficult to write good content for this section of the website in particular. It kills me to put this whole section out to pasture for part […]
A recent AdWeek article (hat tip: Mir) cites a study done by eMarketer that defined mommybloggers (for the purposes of defining ad verticals, that is) as “adult female Internet users with children under 18 in the household who write blogs about any subject at least monthly.” The total number of “mommybloggers” by this definition — […]
The summer is a crappy time for the business of blogging. Ad sales go down. Reader stats go down. The number of interesting posts go down. Even psycho crazy stunts by bloggers tend to go down . . . until during and after the BlogHer conference, of course, and then they go way, way up […]
Does Moving On Up Have To Mean Losing Touch? Update On The Blurbodoocery Housing Situation & Some Open Ended Questions
Well, the three-part update on Dooce’s housing situation is now complete, and it looks like the Armstrongs will indeed be moving, just as we suspected, even if HGTV is not (immediately) involved. I say immediately here because, at the end of the fourth post, Dooce made a reference to the “opportunities” that are offered by […]
When I first started blogging, I read a bunch of posts about people being invited to PR events and felt envious, which is no doubt what the posts were about, because otherwise I cannot imagine what else they would be about. The wonders of air freshener? Parties that you have to spend three hours driving […]
I totally get that they’re strapped, but I think this is really bad news. Rumors suggest that the New York Times is close to announcing that the paper will begin charging for access to its website, according to a post in NY Mag from earlier this week. Sources for this story are vague and shadowy, […]
Jane Aldridge reflects the cupidity of her generation; I reflect the cynicism of mine.
We might be able to read your Poker Face, Lady Gaga, if you would let us see it.
In which I consider starting a blacklist against Roman Polanski’s supporters.