So, many of you may know that in my free (hah!) time, I’m the lead copyeditor for Persephone Magazine. P-Mag and UfYH are what I love; I do something else to pay the bills.
Unlike other ladyblogs, P-Mag is not backed by a vast media empire or a rich benefactress who signs the checks. There are no checks, because we’re an entirely volunteer staff. Which is great, because we all love the work we’re doing, and not answering to an entity like rhymes-with-Bawker means we can write about what we love and not what’s going to garner rage-pageviews.
However, it means that some months, we pay the server bills out of our pockets to make up for the gap in ad revenue. So I’m asking a totally voluntary and totally big favor: If you stumble across some spare change while you’re unfucking in the next few weeks or so, consider donating it to P-Mag. I know that lots of you have bought the app, and lots of you will buy the Android app (soon! I’m really really trying to get it out as quickly as possible!), and many of you have donated directly to UfYH through the homepage, which I appreciate wholeheartedly.
But I really believe in what Persephone Magazine is doing, and what we’re all about, and we all work really hard to bring good content to our readers. But the server gets hungry, so if you have a few bucks that you unearthed from between the couch cushions, I’d consider it a personal favor if you’d help support a smaller, independent ladyblog that’s a huge part of my life. But no pressure. I’ll still love you even if there are no pennies to spare. I’ve been there.
UfYH in Persephone Magazine
I say it’s space clouds and sorcery, but Ailanthus-altissima at Persephone Magazine gets sciencey and tells us about melamine foam.
I think it’s both.
How “perfectionism” enables laziness.
So, Persephone’s server gave up the ghost today. As anyone involved with the site knows, we’re all volunteers and pay for expenses like servers out of our ad revenue and make up the difference with donations, and make up the difference from THAT out of our own pockets. (Hint: it’s mostly that third thing.)
We don’t have deep pockets. Ophelia’s been working since last night trying to flatter the server into working again, flatter our hosting company into giving us a bigger, shinier server, and generally trying to get things up and running as quickly as possible. What it boils down to is that it’s going to cost us. So if you’re a reader, a lurker, or just a supporter of awesome places for and by women, consider tossing a few bucks into the server fund.
The editorial team, which I’m incredibly proud to be a part of, wants to get back to business as usual with our awesome team of writers and community of commenters and readers. So if you have it to spare, we’d be beyond grateful for anything you can throw our way.
P-Mag is a very important place for me. My alter ego is a senior editor there. :D
I have always been a messy person. Not in the “Oh, everything is such a mess (but it could still be photographed for a home magazine)” kind of way; more in the “I haven’t seen the carpet in my bedroom in over a year” kind of way. For better or worse, I married a man who is more inclined to messiness than I am.
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