I loved being a writer. I HATED being around other writers and especially hated milquetoast editors.
One year when our building was being renovated, the editorial department moved me -- and me alone -- upstairs to where the graphic designers and computer operators sat. This was easily the happiest time of my life. I got to do a job I loved and do it around a bunch of cool guys. It's the closest I've come to the manosphere atmosphere in real life.
One year when our building was being renovated, the editorial department moved me -- and me alone -- upstairs to where the graphic designers and computer operators sat. This was easily the happiest time of my life. I got to do a job I loved and do it around a bunch of cool guys. It's the closest I've come to the manosphere atmosphere in real life.