Shortly after I posted a blog about getting fired, Ashlee Vance called me. I'd read Ashlee's Elon Musk biography in 2022. I was covering the Twitter acquisition and needed to understand Elon's whole deal, so I'd read the PDF on my phone
I first moved to San Francisco in 2021. The city had emptied out due to the pandemic, and rent was unbelievably cheap. I hauled my belongings up three flights of stairs to a walk-up in Lower Haight. I had four roommates. Two worked in tech. Six months in, we discovered
When I was about ten years old, I was living in San Diego. As a half-Turkish kid in such a sunny city, my skin was ten shades darker than usual and my hair was bright blonde. I was what my family affectionately dubbed a "towhead." I've
I really love an earnest party. Some events I've been to lately make me want to kill myself. Kidding, therapist and anyone else reading! These last few weeks, I haven’t done much besides getting dragged out of my studio apartment to some Bay Area gathering. In the
My first editor, Matt Weinberger, used to DM me memes on Slack all day. He continues to be my favorite person on this planet. This week, he told me I should write a “week two” (accompanied by a photo of J. Jonah Jameson from Spider-Man demanding my newsletter). I’m
It’s officially been one week of unemployment. I’m floored by how many people subscribed, so I just wanted to start by saying thank you truly from the bottom of my heart. A lot of the people who subscribed have been watching me grow for the better part of
When I told my best friends I’d just been fired, Jenna and Meghan showed up with wine and McDonald’s. I sat there ugly-crying, trying to explain: apparently there’s something called a “probationary period,” which basically means you can be fired without cause. Jenna had a blunt response.