Friday diary 46: I'm quitting my job. My coworkers suck.

Last week I essentially attempted to explain why I have yet to reach Substack stardom. Well, superstardom anyway. “Hundreds of paid subscribers” (very slightly over 200) is pretty dang good for a newsletter about public policy and my vagina.

Here’s the thing. Absolutely to brag, I tend to do what I set out to do. It’s called hyperfocus sweaty, look it up.

And I’d set out to make a living from my Substack alone.