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i say we line em all up and we gun em all down on the banks of the old raritan all the beating drums, the celebration guns all the beating drums, the celebration guns i can see you but you can't see me can it be that it was all so simple then lift me up, burn it down, we may suffer and we may... public witness ain't seeing too much this is a public service announcement with guitars punks like you get beat up, knocked unconscious or... Wednesday, April 02, 2008
tell your friends and your cousins we need you:
New Flophouser Sam Boyd mentioned last night that Gawker writers need a union. I didn't realize, despite Sam referencing Valleywag, that he was justly pissed off about this:
Since this plan was announced in late December, we've known that the pay rate is to be changed on the first day of every quarter. I expected to be informed of the pay rate before the month started, but that hasn't happened, even after repeated requests to my superiors. We're working in the digital equivalent of a sweatshop, effectively being paid based on how many views we can drum up — and now the goalposts are being moved mid-kick. This is unnerving and a slap in the face to the "creative underclass" that writes for Gawker's blogs.Denton, you cocksucker, pay your writers fairly. It's always pathetic to see a guttersnipe put on a suit and join the overclass. --Spencer Ackerman
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