Hall of Shame, Part IV: Chicken Soup for the Freelancer's Soul
Of all the Hall of Fame submissions we've received thus far, one really goes above and beyond typical accounting department shenanigans:
I wrote an essay for Seventeen magazine a million years ago [pre-'Toos, we're assuming—Ed.] and it turned up in fucking "Chicken Soup for the College Soul." Not only did the chicken soupers not have my permission (it's my copyright), I got nothing. I've appealed to them but apparently the LA Times company felt okay in selling my story, which was in their syndication (still my copyright and how the LA times got hold of the syndication rights is beyond me). My essay is now quoted in midwestern preacher's sermons every once in a while and pops up in google searches for my name. I'm an athiest.
This touches even our cold, cold hearts. And in other news, we're still soliciting HOS submissions, so send 'em along.
