What Fabio Taught Me About Feminism

Read It Forward 11.15.16

I moved to New York to find a job in publishing. I had graduated from an MFA program in fiction writing, thereby securing myself a higher degree in literary fiction and, at the same time, charging myself with a mission to make money while I wrote my creative work on the side. Publishing seemed perfect: an entirely literary lifestyle. I had spent time interning at a lit magazine and teaching, and to be both an editor and a writer seemed—as teaching writing is for so many writers—the best blend of passion and practicality I could realistically hope for, while, at the same time, working toward the dream of writing full-time. I pictured myself editing literary novels, at first, the smaller collections of short stories by emerging writers, and eventually after those writers had emerged, the bestselling contemporary writers—the Meg Wolitzers and Michael Chabons of the world.