Women Are Flashing—and I’m On Board
No foreplay, no purple prose, no patience for wasted words. It's about damn time.
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Editor’s Note: Off-Script—the why, what, and oh sh*t moments behind this article.
My inbox looks like an episode of Hoarders.
I read more newsletters than pairs of shoes that I own (and I own a lot of shoes.)
I get annoyed when it takes longer than two seconds for a website to load on my phone like I didn’t grow up using a landline to call an operator to find out the time.
In other words, I’m busy.
And of course, I’m not alone.
That’s why women are claiming “flashing”—not the kind that can get you arrested or one of the “perks” of menopause—but Flash Journalism.
Writer Beth Kanter’s pitch hit me right where it counts: You no longer have time for meandering metaphors, literary foreplay, or writers who confuse long with meaningful. You want impact. You want precision. You want something that hits hard, tells the truth, and gets out of your way—because you have a life to live. (Or at least a Netflix show to binge.)
I was all in.
Women claiming their voices, their time, and their identity—in 1,000 words or less.
No fluff, no filler, and no apologies.