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.
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…
In which Jessica Bennett, mother whose child was slapped by insane racist Delta seat-mate, has overtaken me in Google Search rank. It only took 8 years and hundreds of articles to overtake a) Jessica Bennett the star of Passions, b) Jessica Bennett Shoes, and c) Jessica Bennett the 13yo star wrestler. #yuppiecatastrophy
In which Rachel Simmons and I take on the Watergate of modern email etiquette: the workplace XO.
XO has surfaced in the digital correspondence of everyone from Arianna Huffington to Nora Ephron. Wendy Williams, the talk-show host, says she wishes she could stop using it, but just can’t. Anne-Marie Slaughter—foreign-policy wonk, Princeton professor, and she who still can’t have it all—doesn’txo, but knows several professional women who do. In Diane Sawyer’s newsroom, staffers say, the anchor usesxo so frequently that its omission can spark a major panic.
“I feel like xo has taken on its own kind of life,” says Karli Kasonik, a Washington consultant.
“I do it, most women I know do it,” says Asie Mohtarez, a writer and social-media editor.
“In my field, you almost have to use it,” says Kristin Esposito, a yoga instructor in New York.
Having breakfast with Kreayshawn is a little like taking your rambunctious niece out while her parents are away. She orders bacon with a side of “pee and poo.” She wants a pancake with a sad face on it. She needs orange juice, milk, chocolate milk, water, and coffee. Her posse includes Lady Tragik, her friend and collaborator, Isabel, her roommate and sometimes assistant (whose Twitter profile simply says, “sweet hawaiian ganga baby”) and a shaggy haired pre-teen named Baby Scumbag, whom Kreayshawn claims is “her son.”
Presenting Lynn Povich’s (Newsweek’s first Female Senior Editor) Great New Book On the Landmark Class Action Suit Against The Magazine In 1970. And 40+ Years Later, Read How Her Contemporary Counterparts Question How Much Has Actually Changed.
“It’s only been six months,” longtime R.E.M. frontman Michael Stipe says quietly. “So it’s really hard to even figure out who I am.” The 52-year-old is of course referring to life after his band, who — after three decades, 15 albums, and a meteoric rise from indie sainthood to mainstream superstardom — announced they planned to “call it a day.”
“It’s pretty wild,” Stipe says. “I have this sensation that I’ve never felt … It’s kind of a newfound freedom.”
It was the end of an era, and not only for Stipe, but for anyone who’d grown up with REM. And yet, even as Stipe soul-searches, he is making some of the most creative work of his life. He’s got a studio in downtown Manhattan, where he is creating bronze sculptures of old cameras and cassette tapes. He’s producing a documentary about Internet fame. He (was) on Instagram, until a few weeks ago, when he proclaimed he did not want “any part” of Facebook “up in my grill.” And he has a crazy, beautiful, eccentric Tumblr — Confessions of a Michael Stipe — that he uses as a scrapbook to document it all. We sat down with Stipe at the Tumblr offices (among many giddy staffers) to get inside his head.
We sat down with Michael Stipe, who talked about life after REM, his sculture and, well, TUMBLR. Let’s just say there were a lot of squealing engineers in the office.