Emily Gould

Exposed

Back in 2006, when I was 24, my life was cozy and safe. I had just been promoted to associate editor at the publishing house where I’d been working since I graduated from college, and I was living with my boyfriend, Henry, and two cats in a grubby but spacious two-bedroom apartment in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. I spent most of my free time sitting with Henry in our cheery yellow living room on our stained Ikea couch, watching TV. And almost every day I updated my year-old blog, Emily Magazine, to let a few hundred people know what I was reading and watching and thinking about.

Blog Post Confidential

Emily Gould's Times Magazine story, "Exposed," is online now, and the comments on nytimes.com are surprisingly vicious. Yesterday we worried that the article, which would let much of America in on what it is like to be a prominent blogger, would only talk about Emily's personal experience and not reflect on a wider group of people. Today a quick scan of some article statistics gives us our answer.

The fall of the web's most glamorous blogger

I spent my days recording pithy and snarky insights for a popular Manhattan media blog called Gawker and my nights at parties, collecting impressions of hipsters and editors like rare butterflies.