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How to Endure and Possibly Triumph Over the Adorable Tyrant
who Will Ruin Your Body, Destroy Your Life, Liquefy Your Brain,
and Finally Turn You
into a Worthwhile
Human Being.

Written by Alice Bradley and Eden Kennedy

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I am good at very few things. Very few things, anyway, that one can get paid for. I can be charming. I have a relatively nice singing voice, and have no problem telling humorous tales or singing ditties for an audience. I can sketch pleasant renderings of people or landscapes. I am a consummate doodler. I can cook, sort of, and I can bake (usually). Oh, and I can write.

Basically, I would be a good hostess. I am excellent wife material. Add a few harp lessons, and I would have been in high demand in the nineteenth century.

I am, however, helpless when it comes to office work. I am qualified only to be an editor or a copyeditor, and I hate editing and copyediting. Above and beyond my hatred of editing, I deeply, deeply loathe offices. The fluorescent lighting, the bad coffee, the squeaking door of the ladies’ room—I’m breaking out in hives even thinking about it. I find nothing as depressing as sitting in a cubicle. I know, I know, it’s no one’s idea of heaven. And I don’t want to sound like a big ol’ crybaby, but that’s exactly what I am. I really can’t do it. I spent almost every day at my last job weeping at my desk or sniffling in the bathroom stall or choking back tears on my way to the bad Thai place down the street. I racked up sick days and came in late and “worked from home” and took long lunches and missed deadlines and practically begged them to fire me. Finally I managed to get out by first getting myself knocked up and then developing an agonizing array of repetitive stress injuries. It’s not a strategy I would recommend.

Anyway, then I had this kid, and decided, for lack of any better ideas, to stay at home. This is a life that works for me and makes me happy; I would not go back to office life for anything. My time is my own (when it's not hijacked by Henry's latest Star Wars fantasy) and when the child is away or asleep I can do some freelance writing, and work on Big Secret Projects that might someday result in some money.

That said, I’m not making enough money—we’re not making enough money—and changes have to be made.

For a time I seriously contemplated quitting the blog, as it was a drain on my free time, which is the only time I have to generate any sort of income. Then I realized how much this site means to me. Quitting wasn’t –and isn’t—an option. But because I have to prioritize the projects that pay (alliteration!), Finslippy often falls by the wayside, and then I get grumpy emails from you. And you know I don’t ever want to see you grumpy.

All of this is my incredibly roundabout way of saying that I am going to make more of a commitment to Finslippy in the coming months, and along with this increased commitment, you will see an increased number of ads. I will try not to make them overly obtrusive, but I know that no matter what, some of you will find them so. It’s not possible to make everyone happy. And the bottom line is, there’s nothing better than getting paid to do something you love.

I hope my ads don’t make you too grumpy. But then, if your grumpiness is all I have to suffer in order to keep basic cable, then I’ll have to live with it.

Reader Comments (92)

Ugh. See, now I wanted to look all cool but screwed up the link. I should have just emailed you. Here it is, and my apologies:
November 6, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterMFA Mama
Yeah! More Finslippy! More Henry! More melting Star Wars cakes! Go for it and good luck.
November 6, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterRayne of Terror
Oh, I have to be the voice of dissent here. Finslippy, are you seriously going to let the Man muck up your display of creativity just so you can..I don't know, eat? Sellout!

I'm kidding, of course. I'd pay to read this site (why aren't you charging admission?), and I'm with the person above who asked if we have to click on those ads, so the companies can see that yes, they're getting traffic from your site, and do we have to buy things? So they know they're making money off of you?

This is a triple win situation as far as I'm concerned. I read finslippy, I laugh, I notice that a company advertising on your blog has a fantastic cheese-grater, I go buy a cheese grater, finslippy gets money, writes more blogs, which I read and then laugh about and then buy more cheese graters... really, how could this be bad?
November 6, 2005 | Unregistered Commenterkim
Way back when you were thinking about moving to the suburbs, I was one of many who left a passionate comment urging you to stay. So how could I possibly tell you not to put up ads that will help you stay in NYC so that you can write about it so I can live vicariously?

And why would I want to say that anyway? Go! Write! Advertise!

November 6, 2005 | Unregistered Commenterelswhere
Agree with all of the above. You are an awesome writer and it will be great to be able to read you more regularly. If ads enable that, then bring 'em on.
November 6, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterLeah
I, too, nearly hyperventilated at the preliminary hint of an end to Finslippy. By all means, woman, ADS!!! Whatever it takes!! And, as I do for Dooce, I will *try* to remember to click on them for you.

Please realize, an end to your blogging would send thousands (?) of us hungry Readers out here into Finslippy Withdrawal. Potentially as rough as the SSRI's...?
November 6, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterNEB
Yea! Worry for nothing. We all love you and care not at all about the ads.

November 6, 2005 | Unregistered Commenterelise
We are all so desensitized to advertisements by now I probably won't even notice them (but I will click on them from time to time). I think it is wonderful when parents can find creative ways to stay home with thier children. Good for you! :)
November 6, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterAmy
I know *exactly* how you feel about the 9-5 cubicle hell. I even blogged about it today. I'm happy that you've managed to escape the hell. (Well, OK, and jealous too. ;-) But in any case, keep blogging -- who cares about a few ads in the sidebars?!
November 6, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterJanet
Your blog makes my workday better, so by all means, ad away.
November 6, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterLori
From what I understand, the Google Ads people prefer that site owners not encourage their loyal readers to click on the ads. TANSTAAFL. We could probably click the hell out of those ads for a little while, but unless the statistically predicted number of clicks resulted in sales, the Google folks would catch on fast that something was fishy. I'm guessing it works out best for everyone (readers, site owners, advertisers, and Google) in the long run if readers simply click on the ads that actually interest them.

And I know we all want there to be a long run.
November 6, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterDave
Have you ever submitted yourself to be a Typepad featured blog? You so obviously rock, and more exposure = more money!

(Finslippy readers: we can nominate her as well!)

November 6, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterDoink
Very sensible. Do it!
November 6, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterSarah
Hi! I love you, Alice. You're hilarious & fun & honest (well, for all I know -- I am a tad gullible).

So I love seeing a new update from you. But it's your life. It's your blog. You do what you need to do, OK? To show my geek tendencies I shall now paraphrase Wil Wheaton aka Wesley Crusher -- the blog shouldn't become about "I have to do this". It should be "I GET to do this." (and I apologise for my patronising, patrocious punctuation and attempt at palliteration).
November 6, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterMeg
Can I be selfish? I would miss you if you "left" so by all means, bring on the ads. You gotta do what you gotta do.

Good luck!
November 6, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterJill Camacho
This is my first time commenting, but I must: I love your blog and miss you when you don't post, but heck, you don't OWE me this great reading. And as for the ads, I assume we all know how to read with blinders on by now, and (but?) if it lets you do what you love, good on you.
November 6, 2005 | Unregistered Commenterbernalgirl
Whore! (I'm nothing, if not predictable)

By the way, I can't get your BlogAds link to load. Is it just me...or is it Satan?
November 6, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterFlippyO
Wow! I think it's unanimous!

Certainly better than being forced to work as a governess or chamber-maid, or having to tat lace by the light of a single candle in some dark, draughty garrett...
November 6, 2005 | Unregistered Commenterroo
Ad away, no grumps from me. I so sympathize with the 19th-century lady of leisure skill set, and the not enough money--anyone who says they don't get that one is lying.
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterMomVee
Bring the ads. Bring it! I can handle 'em. I'll even click once or twice, if it'll help.
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterDreadmouse
Hey, I was already a Typepad featured blog. Clearly the fame this brought me was all in my head...
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered Commenteralice
I stopped reading when you said you had "no problem singing for an audience." That's not what I've been told, missy...

Anyway. I am all for the ads, of course. You better tell me how much you're getting for them!
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered Commenterdebl
are we supposed to click on the ads to make them pay off for you? please tell us ... i periodically click on ads of the blogs i read that have them (you, dooce, etc.), hoping that will somehow bring the writers more revenue, but i have no idea if that's how it works.
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered Commenterlizpenn
Debl, there's a difference between "singing for an audience" and "a few people at brunch bursting into 'I wish I were an Oscar Mayer Weiner' while everyone around them looks at them like they're total gaybos." The former I can do. The latter makes me want to hide under the table. There!
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered Commenteralice
Hmmm. No ads = no Finslippy. Ads = Finslippy. Sounds like a no-brainer to me.
November 7, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterAlly

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