I think it’s probably both. From what I can tell, Christian writers are expected to be writing because they are called to do so, not because they are expecting to be paid well and support their families. Smaller churches will have smaller budgets, but low pay rates seem to be the case at all Christian publications…

It’s because religious magazines have a reputation for paying crappy rates. Good writers go where they can get paid enough to live on.

Haha from what I’ve seen a LOT of “religious journalism” looks like that

Regular tabloid readers and Catholics intersect with ME

The worst part of the shelf elf? If I see one more picture of where the parent-posters on FB put their goddamn fuckin Elf I’m going to break into each of their homes and behead the goddamn thing.

Right??? I started about a month ago after lurking for like 5 years so WOOOOO. I hope I have a story for a Pissing Contest someday . . .

With great comments comes great responsibility.

Yes. Relish in the honey covered high.
Welcome! I made a burner last week and... I hope I am not annyoing anyone.

I spent 28 years working with kids. And my primary question in dealing with other adult behaviors in regard to kids was “Whose needs are being met here?” Often adults dealing with children are more concerned with getting their own needs met, whether they be emotional, sexual, or just the need to be in control. Taking…

As someone who

Nazgulgasms.

This is going to get lost in the greys but I think it’s amazing. It also totally doxes me to anyone I know but it’s just too fucked up not to share.

Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit. (I’m sure like 80 people have responded with this already, but I got the reference, so whatever.

I am only about 4 stories in, and I gotta get this out: I LOVE EVERY ONE OF YALL BECAUSE YALL BITCHES ARE JUST AS CRAZY AS I AM, MAYBE MORE. I have to take a smoke break after every other story, and I don’t even smoke. Gah-damn.

Not only was this hilariously well-written (and oh my god it was), but I feel like it could have been alternate-universe me, had I gone to a public university. Like, I even have a LOTR-loving, not as straight as she thought she was, best friend back home that I would have hooked up with.

This one never gets old. Thanksgiving eve, early 2000s. College bar that lets underage girls in as long as they flash something (boobs, library cards, really anything). Said bar was bulldozed many years ago, surprisingly.

Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit...

My takeaway from all of this is that going to McDonald’s can never make a situation better, and is highly likely to make a grim situation worse.

You know how sometimes when you yawn, you just can’t seem to yawn hard enough? Even though you’re at maximum capacity for yawning? I get that way about laughing sometimes, where I’m laughing so hard I just can’t laugh any harder and it still isn’t enough, and all that comes out is a long, loud…

This story coincidentally is one of the memories I am going to get EMDR for soon, so I can Men-in-Black that shit from my brain.