How Bloggers Are Paid

Blogs are a weird thing. No, look… When I was young, I wanted to be a journalist. I’ll wait till you stop hissing.

The thing is, I wanted to be a real journalist. And because I grew up with all sorts of books set in the thirties and forties, I both believed that journalists would tell the truth and that they had a pathway where they came up by doing obituaries and flower shows and worked up to investigating homicides and crooked politicians.

Weirdly interning for a newspaper over thr...