I'm a New York-based writer, editor and multimedia journalist. I cover on gender, pop culture, social issues & trends for the New York Times, The Atlantic, Cosmopolitan & Time.com, where I'm a columnist. I also edit special projects for Sheryl Sandberg's women's foundation, Lean In. Past Lives: Executive Editor of TUMBLR, Senior Editor at NEWSWEEK.
As departure memos go, this will be a short one. I had a great year-and-change working at Tumblr, and that was entirely because of (a) the work and (b) the people, not in any kind of priority. When you do work you love with people you love, the two become the same in your mind. The work is mostly on display here. The people are too many to name, though I must call out Jessica and Sky and Topher and most recently and too briefly Jason. That is Tumblr Editorial and they are brilliant, excellent, choice types you would be lucky to know. Other folks at Tumblr were also my jam and you know who you are, present and past alike. Even if it ended too soon for my taste, I’ll forever be thankful to those responsible for the chance we had to make and play. Amazing how simple it gets, the more there is to do. Looking forward to even more — I’m gone but I ain’t leaving. If you’re interested in having me do something with you, for you, or to you, feel free to get in touch.
A year ago, Tumblr did something unprecedented — we created an editorial team of experienced journalists and editors assigned to cover Tumblr as a living, breathing community. The team’s mandate was to tell the stories of Tumblr creators in a truly thoughtful way — focusing on the people, their…
Perfect reading for a snow day: Part two of Tumblr's series with The Rumpus to highlight emerging writers (and the books they love). This week: 18-year-old Lucy Uprichard on Irvine Welsh’s Trainspotting prequel, Skagboys. Submit an essay!
Since the massacre at Sandy Hook Elementary School, more than a half million cards, letters, and drawings have been sent to the people of Newtown, Connecticut, from around the world. These messages of love, sadness, and hope have been on display in the town hall and viewed there by many residents and visitors. Now they’ll have a permanent home — on Tumblr. Brought to you by Mother Jones, in partnership with Tumblr’s Storyboard.
I’m super excited to share the first installment of The Last Book I Loved, a Tumblr partnership with The Rumpus to discover — to borrow the words of our lovely Rumblrs — YOU: the fabulous, literate, funny, and smart members of Tumblr. This week we selected an essay from Tumblr user Stephanie Wong — and it is a knockout. She talks about women and failure and being invisible and the power of that invisibility. Read it, either over at Storyboard, at The Rumpus, or on The Rumblr. Oh and submit your essays!
The front cover of the last book I loved bears neither gold seals nor laurels to rest on. If you’re looking for flashy art direction, keep moving. Here, there’s just a shadowy still life photo (inventory: one open notebook, one glass ashtray, one bowl, two pens, many loose leaves of paper) set against a plain white background. And yet, if ever there was a book that should be judged by its cover, it’s this one. Open it and you’ll learn that the cover photo is not stock but Treilles, 1996 by French theorist Jean Baudrillard. That’s your first clue. I Love Dick doesn’t look like any other book on the shelf, and it doesn’t read like any other book I’ve read either. Read More
What Was the Last Book You Loved? We Want Your Essays!
We’re excited to announce a Tumblr Storyboard + The Rumpus partnership to highlight Tumblr writers and the books they love — an extension of The Rumpus’s ongoing “Last Book I Loved” series. Here’s how it works: Got a book you can’t stop thinking about? Send us a writeup – a little bit book review and a lot about why you loved it – along with a short bio. Beginning next month, we’ll publish our favorites every Friday, both on Storyboard and TheRumpus.net. Visit our SUBMIT PAGE for more information — and get reading!
Each morning, at a small depot tucked away under the Williamsburg Bridge, the New York City workers who call themselves the “pothole gang” pore over a giant spreadsheet known as “The Daily Pothole.” On it are thousands of potholes all over the city: giant gorges caused by rain and sleet, small interconnected divots that can flatten tires, and pretty much every other roadway wound you can imagine. The sun is barely up, and yet for these men — members of a street maintenance team tasked by the Department of Transportation with roadway repair — the race has already begun.