Back then, sneaking online once you'd gotten into the office still had the exotic aura of an escapist treat. This may sound like an improbable route to renown, but turn your dial to the age before corporate culture became entwined with the Web and social media, before the Internet became a worrisome omnipresence that doubles our workloads. Related: Meet the Inspiring Women of 'A Raisin in the Sun'įor those last remaining readers who don't live on the Internet, or at least didn't seven or eight years ago, Gould became famous (or, some might say, infamous) for being an early adopter of blogging, and for working at Gawker just as the media-gossip website was becoming a must-read, and then because she dramatically exited said site with a post announcing she had ethical quandaries about continuing to work there. Tavi Gevinson," she says, naming two fellow confessionalists who came to prominence-and achieved financial success, which has eluded Gould. "My friend once described my place in the wave of pop culture as being here," Gould says as she draws a picture of a wave in the air, then a circle indicating her head beneath the plume of water. Related: Mona Simpson Transforms Her Rich Personal Life Into Powerful Fiction In a sense, these projects are carrying the weight of the world-or at least the weight of the new world order as set forth by social media and the Internet. And Gould is carrying a great weight on those lithe feet and sturdy shoulders, as are her soon-to-be-published first novel, Friendship (Farrar, Straus and Giroux out this month), and the fledgling book company, Emily Books, she runs with her best friend, Ruth Curry. It's also destabilizing, in the way that anything broad balancing on something narrow suggests an inherent vulnerability. The overall effect is an intriguing, inviting confluence of forthright confidence and demure femininity. On the other end of these elegant flippers, resting on the rug of her Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, apartment, are broad, strong suburban-high-school-swim-team shoulders, covered in her trademark lush poppy tattoos. The personification of the name Emily, in sock form.
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Emily Gould has delicate, narrow feet and calves, highlighted today by opaque burgundy cotton knee-highs of a lace floral pattern that reveal pinpricks of tawny skin.