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Dear Daily Mail, Your Viral Content About the Houston Flood Victims Is Shit
When xoJane met its rightful demise some years ago, the toxicity of viral content that requires dehumanizing ourselves for the exchange of information that’s coerced by writers, who are addicted to shitty fare for the entertainment of spiteful commentators, was already the deadly virus that would continue to deface the dignity of online journalism.
The irony has to be the fact that the industry is currently in dire straits as media outlets struggle to stay afloat, amid the monthly announcements of yet another shuffle or shutdown of departments for the purpose of reducing costs for the mandate of weathering the heat from competitors.
Back when I was a novice and figuring out the best way to draw attention to my writing, my preferred method was and still is based solely on the consistency of output, and the reluctance to pepper my delivery with hints of salaciousness for the reward of mind-blowing traffic numbers.
But I got the epic lesson of how talent won’t be the feature that sustains your career in a crowded market of content producers when I was abruptly dismissed by a popular Black women’s publication, for failing to adequately showcase the level of engagement that would warrant maintaining my services.
