Writing
Why I’m Never Asking You To Buy Me a Cup of Coffee
And why I don’t think you should ask me to buy you one either
There’s a website you may know that encourages writers to open a free account, allowing them to put a call-to-action button at the end of their posts, on their websites, newsletters, etc. The CTA button allows their grateful readers to buy them cups of coffee. I won’t name it because you can find it yourself if you must and because I have no desire to promote the concept.
At the risk of offending someone (and I most assuredly will), I have one question for you: Are you a writer or a panhandler? Sorry, but there’s just no nice way to say it. I know this profession is filled with unavoidable indignities, but why you’d sign up for this one is beyond me.
During the Great Depression, a popular saying in reference to the homeless begging on the streets was, “Brother, can you spare a dime?” Hit-makers Yip Harburg and Jay Gorney wrote a song about it.
