No information gathered on this site will be shared with any third parties. I take privacy very seriously. I will never share the emails of readers or giveaway participants with third parties; if I ever get around to starting a newsletter, I will not sign anyone up to it (unless there’s a glitch on their end or something and they ask). I don’t keep a list of email addresses anyway.
I am occasionally compensated for posts. Occasionally I use referral and affiliate links to products, which may result in me earning a small amount per click or percentage per sale if you choose to buy them. Sometimes I receive products in exchange for a review, or in exchange for a review and payment.
Posts where I have been compensated with payment or product to post about a brand will be either disclosed as such in the copy, categorized as “Sponsored” (to stop my BlogHer ad running alongside them), or both.
My opinions are always mine, whether they’re enthusiastic, lukewarm, or disappointed. If I ever sound robotic, I was probably just tired and uninspired.
Comment Policy: Sit Back, This Is The Long Bit
This blog is my personal platform and as such, I choose what runs on it, including the comment section. If you’re a risk to my welfare, I will delete your comment and/or block your e-mail address, user and/or IP address from commenting or accessing my site at my discretion. This is a private digital space that I maintain for myself: you have zero rights to being featured or entertained on it, and I don’t owe you any of my time.
Going forward, I will enforce a zero-tolerance policy for:
» Personal attacks on me, my body, my mental health, my academic status or my finances
This is fairly self-explanatory. If you call me an ableist slur, pass judgment on my weight, deny my mental health issues, hold me to weird moral standards re: how I spend my money that you wouldn’t hold someone who had plenty to, state or imply that I’m not pretty enough to be a model, dismiss or invalidate my skills on the basis of my not having completed college, derail from feminist points or lived experience by accusing me of reverse discrimination (not a thing!), blame me for having this bullshit thrown on me, or otherwise harass me, you’re out.
That list is subject to additions.
» Disparaging comments about the content I choose to put out or run on this blog and thinly veiled attacks and gaslighting related to it
Say I write a post about toothpaste. My teeth are sort of like my brows in that I’m super insecure about them, only I don’t have a compulsive disorder where I pull them out, so it could happen. You’re welcome to say, ‘I tried that toothpaste too, and I didn’t like the taste at all.’ You’re not allowed to say, ‘This is boring, stop talking about toothpaste,’ for the very simple reason that I and my blog don’t exist to please you. You’re not allowed to say, ‘Your teeth are so crooked, you shouldn’t be showing them to people,’ because it’s pointless and insulting.
You’re not allowed to accuse me of attacking modern medicine because I was never able to afford braces and don’t consider them an utter necessity, and you’re not allowed to try to invalidate my opinions based on how many toothpastes I’ve tried in the past or how long I’ve been brushing my teeth. The latter is particularly unwelcome on posts about feminism, anxiety and/or my real lived experiences in the creative industry. I don’t need to have catered to the industry for twenty years to recognize when people are taking advantage of me, disregarding my comfort levels, trying to impose their priorities on me, or playing out-and-out psychological coercion.
» Tone-policing/respectability politics
I have emotions, and if I make them a part of the argument, that is my prerogative. If something angers me or upsets me, I won’t wait until I’m calm to talk about it. I may never be calm about it. When something threatens my humanity or devalues my worth as a person, that has a real effect on me that goes beyond unaffected disagreement. I will not tolerate anyone telling me to be “nice” or “respectful” about something or someone that isn’t nice or respectful to me. That’s conflating emotion with irrationality, suggesting that my points are less valid because I don’t have the luxury of not caring about them, which is an empty argument that has been used for a very long time to silence women. Tone policing is also the ultimate derailing tactic — you’re making sure we stop talking about the issue at hand so we can instead talk about my phrasing and how it might make the people who have wronged me feel.
I wonder: why do you care so much about those people’s feelings but dismiss mine as childish, immature, irrational, disrespectful? Do you identify with them, and if so, have you considered the possibility that you’ve been led to believe your wishes and privileges are more important than other people’s choices and feelings?
Finally, I would like to note that these measures are taken to minimize my anger and pain. Doing this lessens my anxiety symptoms; when my mental health issues are at a low, I am more stable and my productivity rises. This makes me a better me to me, a better friend to my friends and a better freelancer to my clients. I fuck up less, I complain less, I feel less guilty, and you have less shit to call me out on. Everybody wins.
These policies were last updated on October 7, 2014.