This past year, regular contributors to Condé Nast magazines started spotting a new paragraph in their yearly contracts. It’s a doozy. If, in the company’s “sole judgment,” the clause states, the writer “becomes the subject of public disrepute, contempt, complaints or scandals,” Condé Nast can terminate the agreement. In other words, a writer need not have done anything wrong; she need only become scandalous. In the age of the Twitter mob, that could mean simply writing or saying something that offends some group of strident tweeters.
But it will never happen to you. And when it does, you will so deserve it.
It is truly funny that people form packs to hound workers and help corporations castigate labor in the name of progressivism. Or it would be funny if we didn’t know that progressivism today is all about ushering in fluidity.