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New Writing Gigs

I had two new articles come out today on Managing Madrid and Lake Show Life:

No Straight Line: Fandom In The Age Of #MeToo
This is undoubtedly a difficult subject, and putting it out there has been tough. A fellow woman writer on the site recently published another great piece on the matter, and she helped me through the process. I wish I could say the responses weren’t largely horrifying, to the point that comment sections had to be shut down and police reports filed. Despite all that nonsense, these are important conversations to have, and I am extremely grateful to the staff at Managing Madrid staff for supporting these types of stories. That is something exceedingly rare, especially in the world of sports writing, and I have honestly been blown away by it. I cannot thank them enough, but I would love it if anyone around these parts has any way to provide positive feedback through Tweets, Facebook shares, or just generally non-reprehensible reactions. I doubt the trolls could ever be outnumbered, but if we could busy them elsewhere it could gum up their whole process. In the meantime, I’m avoiding all that as much as possible. Please, though, do check it out and support it if you can.

Los Angeles Lakers: 5 reasons to look forward to 2018-19 season
This one is more your standard preseason prediction piece with a run-down of exciting narratives for the coming season. Not nearly as heavy, considerably more upbeat, and maybe a little bit of fluff, but hyping up your favorite team who has recently been pretty poor seems like an always useful endeavor. It’s finally basketball time, and I’m excited to see where LeBron takes this group. A nice little fluff piece to balance out the heaviness of that last one.

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All Falls Down

My first real job was at the Wherehouse. Most people today aren’t familiar with this store, but when I was growing up it was the main place where I bought my music. I remember going there on Tuesdays to get the newest albums as soon as they came out. When I needed a job in college, it was close to home and an obvious choice for me given my love for music and the amount of time I spent in the store anyway. I once locked myself out of my apartment, and I decided to wait – all afternoon – at the Wherehouse for my fiancé to get out of class. I must have been asked if I needed help fifteen times before I finally explained the situation and was left alone, albeit amidst some strange looks.

I did my undergraduate studies at UC Santa Barbara, which had at the time (and perhaps still does; I haven’t checked) the whitest and most affluent student body of all the UCs. It was also adjacent to Isla Vista (or “IV” as it was known by those same super hip kids), where the vast majority of students lived and parties were so insane that they literally closed off the city to outsiders on Halloween. Because shit had gotten so out of hand on these major holidays that they simply couldn’t handle any more madness. Continue reading “All Falls Down”