I started blogging in 2004. After a colleague was shocked that I didn’t have a blog—free publishing, Ali! FREE!—I fiercely googled what this whole blog deal was all about and within minutes I was on blogger.com setting up a domain name and writing a post about putting something new into the world and quoting Nick Hornby novels.
(I don’t even know either.)
Pro tip: Never google your old archives. It will send you down a mortifying wormhole where you suddenly have the desire to delete everything between the years of 2004-2007. Obviously, I have never hit that delete button, because, you see, all the bad material that exactly two-and-a-half people read helped me become the blogger I am today.
You know, the kind of blogger who gets emails that start with, “Dear Writer of Cheaper Than Therapy.”
It’s serendipitous, really, that I am here today as the brand-new editor-in-chief at the brand-new YMC. With more than a decade-long career in publishing—both in print and online, and sometimes both at the same time—I have found what I think is going to be the perfect fit. I don’t have to tell you that the people who work here are powered by passion, drive, and coffee. It’s my favourite combination, really.
It seems that I was looking for YMC and YMC was looking for me. There were tears shed over a banana cake dessert and discussions about braces and oral health. No really, I swear. There were tears.
I’m excited to be a part of this amazing team professionally.
And personally too, as this little space over here is all mine, I get to wax poetic (and something wax non-poetic) about my passions—my three unintentionally hilarious children, my possible addiction to doughnuts, my legging police badge (that I wear proudly) and my intense relationship (it’s hot and heavy, yo) with all things pop culture.
I’d grab a seat if I were you, I tend to ramble.
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