I'm not that clued into what people are that touchy about and how many of them there are and how niche these niches are.

I wish I'd legitimately talked about some painful moments in my life where I felt insufficient as a kid.

I've definitely written people e-mails telling them I've loved their stories, but that seems more like a professional journalist thing to do.

You're not going to change anyone's mind. Especially online.

Reporting in general makes me pretty nervous. But I realized: all the amazing work experiences of my life were thanks to reporting. So that forces you to go do it.

I never thought to look at the New York Times one, even though I knew people were pissed off. I've seen YouTube videos from people who are pissed off at me about that and that takes a lot of effort to go find.

People would ask if I wanted to host things and I was like, "No, I'm a writer, I don't host things." Just thinking I wouldn't be good at it - which is true - but also just wanting to hold on to some part of my identity.