There are myriad reasons why people start Substacks. Some start them to find an audience for a niche topic. A friend tells me that one writer on the platform makes a living entirely by writing about dumplings. Others look to Substack for shelter from capricious or imperious editors. And still others—led by such enfants terribles as Bari Weiss, Glenn Greenwald, or Matt Taibbi—find in Substack the opportunity traditional media never gave them to write about what they want, when they want. Substack has allowed them to hand discretion over which stories matter and which don’t to the intelligent reading public, rather than a small group of media elites.
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Who am I?
Who am I?
There are myriad reasons why people start Substacks. Some start them to find an audience for a niche topic. A friend tells me that one writer on the platform makes a living entirely by writing about dumplings. Others look to Substack for shelter from capricious or imperious editors. And still others—led by such enfants terribles as Bari Weiss, Glenn Greenwald, or Matt Taibbi—find in Substack the opportunity traditional media never gave them to write about what they want, when they want. Substack has allowed them to hand discretion over which stories matter and which don’t to the intelligent reading public, rather than a small group of media elites.