Don't Know What You Got Till It's Gone!
A week ago, Bitch magazine announced it was hanging up its fishnets and combat boots after 25 goddamn years of beautiful, inclusive, intersectional feminism, culture, and theory. Autostraddle, itself beloved, had this to say:
"But, that’s the thing, indie media is always hanging on by a thread. I wish that more people would believe it when we (us, Bitch, whoever else) say over and over that without reader support, we will go away. I almost always have their magazine on my counter, an article open in one of my tabs, the words of their writers in my head. This is an incredible loss, and I think, it might be a loss that we didn’t have to see.”
When I noted that paragraph in tabs, you took note, and a lot more of you sent us money than on a typical day. But a lot fewer of you are sending us money than on any typical day a couple of years ago. You're bummed about inflation maybe! You are having economic Unmarvelous Mrs. Malaise!
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Oh the diamonds I would buy just kidding nobody wants diamonds, diamonds are gross.
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