Writing about singles has been an enormously meaningful experience, but it has not been a lucrative one. I’ve had fantasies about making a mint on Singled Out or Singlism or from blogging. Not gonna happen.
What I fantasized about is not stuff like buying a yacht or traveling around the world. What I really wish I could do is support single people and singles activism and advocacy. So here I’d like to share some of my starry-eyed ideas that will never come to fruition from my meager royalties or paychecks. I hope you will add some of your own.
A reporter from the Canadian newspaper, The Globe and Mail, is doing a story on singlism and would love to have some Canadian voices. Are you a Canadian — or do you know of any Canadians — available to talk to the reporter about singlism? I don’t know the specific questions but I’d guess they may be about your experiences of singlism or your perspective on why singlism matters.
You can reach me at BellaDePaulo [at] gmail.com
I have to admit that I never know how any particular post is going to go over. The most recent post at Living Single, Embracing Single Life, was by guest blogger Elliott Lewis and it really resonated with readers. Lots of people started clicking immediately and posting heartfelt comments. (This is one of the reasons I love blogging.) Elliott also agreed to let me repost this lighter list of signs of lifelong singlehood. He wants me to assure you that lots of the items are totally fabricated, just for fun. You can read more about Elliott Lewis at the end of the post.
Bella’s Introduction: A reader, Scott Larson, recently sent me this short story. I’m not a fiction writer and so I can’t claim to be a qualified judge of that genre, but personally, I really enjoyed it, and I particularly appreciated its single-at-heart sensibility. So I asked the author if I could reprint it here, and he graciously agreed.
Washington Post Style writer Chris Richards never wants to hear Beyonce’s “All the Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It)” at a wedding reception ever again. He calls the song “a sour lover’s salvo that links matrimony with guilty obligation.”