What does Kombucha tea have to do with this post? Plenty, but I’ll explain in a bit. First things first. Last September of 2009 I stumbled upon an opportunity to write health and nutrition-related columns for a popular website known as Chicagoist. While I myself was not a regular Chicagoist reader, I was familiar with its “cool” factor from my friends who read it. The opportunity to write about nutrition for a large audience was terribly compelling to me. So I sent the Chicagoist editor a few samples of my writing, and a link to my personal blog (as in, this very blog you are reading), and sort of assumed I would never hear from them. Surely there would be an abundance of more qualified writers that would land the gig. But of course I was mistaken. Just about one month and three try-out posts later, I was officially welcomed to join the Chicagoist staff. Thank you, Chuck Sudo. “Thrilled” is the only word to describe how I felt when I saw my photo and bio on the Chicagoist Staff page. Pretty awesome, if I do say so! Although unpaid, writing for Chicagoist had plenty of rewards. One prime example being the opportunity to cook for Soup and Bread and the Hideout, alongside the chef of one of my favorite Chicago restaurants, Treat. That was truly a highlight of my year! And writing for Chicagoist was relatively low stress. Aside from weekly deadlines to get my stuff turned in to the editors, I was basically given liberty to write about anything I wanted and had the satisfaction of knowing that a LOT of people were reading and commenting on my articles. Initially, I even welcomed being chastised by readers. Comments like, “the author’s advice is hilariously awful” were no skin off my back. Heck, I was elated the readers cared enough to write any comments at all.
But the initial thrill eventually waned. The negative comments, that simply come with the territory of writing for a website like Chicagoist, began to seep under my skin. Even worse, I allowed the comments (or fear of them) to control my writing. No longer did I feel the freedom to write candidly, but instead determined to write safe and tidy, and often boring, posts in order to avoid stirring the pot.
Which brings me back to Kombucha. What used to be just an effervescent beverage I enjoying sipping once in a while, Kombucha now conjures anxiety in me. A couple months ago I innocently wrote a post for Chicagoist about the potential health benefits and harms of drinking Kombucha tea. At least I thought it was innocent, until I was met with a slightly vicious personal attack by a few readers. Some examples of the reader’s comments to my Kombucha post include…
“Seriously, Chicagoist, this is the second posting by this author that’s pushing pseudo-science. Does the internet need more quackery? Really, there’s enough BS out there”
“I’d prefer if Chicagoist didn’t turn into the next HuffPo were any quack with a book or product to sell gets their own blog indistinguishable from the rest of the content on the site.”
“Now, I’ll point out that I’ve defended some of Megan’s pieces in that past, but on this you’ll have to put me with the earlier skeptics. This is hokum and a bad use of Chicagoist space.”
You’d think I had gone and written about a topic of grave importance. Nope, just a drink. The comments were no doubt laughable at times, but also hurtful. And while my distaste of writing for an online blog has been building, the Kombucha incident tipped me over the edge. I was done. I deeply missed writing casually, about anything my heart desires, for my own little blog, Tempted. I was fed up getting emails at work notifying me that a Chicagoist reader had left a comment about my post. Those messages were a real buzz kill in an otherwise happy day. And coincidentally, right around that time, my life suddenly pointed to planning my wedding and a cross-country move to Colorado…thus a reason to quit Chicagoist. Phew. It was an experience I wouldn’t trade for anything, not in a million years! But 10 months was plenty of time to enjoy the glory of being a Chicagoist staffer. I learned a lot from my gig as their “health and nutrition” correspondent. And now I know what I DON’T want to do again.
-Megan
p.s. Nessalla kombucha is soooo fanastic.