I do too. That's why blabs are copyrighted
and can be distributed only in original form
and only with my advance written consent.
Don't mess with me people,
my husband is a
blood-sucking attorney. Okay, he's not really a
blood-sucker, but he does look striking in a tie
and he kind of likes me. You get my point.
The good news is, I'm cheap when I'm in control...
So to speak.
Individual written columns (mine as
well as my official contributors')
can be
redistributed
in
any singular medium regardless of
circulation
for a viable duration of
<1 year at
a rate of $0.15 per word.
As for editors who don't like to share – or who
prefer to use more mainstream lingo, e.g.
avoiding words like "crap" – I roll with
that
too. Contact me directly for exclusive rights
or contracted composition:
bonnie@.
Thank you for playing. My biz team and
I wish you success for Karmic purposes.
I support cheap speech: 
| Bonnie Biv's Drive-By Bio |
|
|
| by Bonnie Biv | Updated December 2007 | |
|
||
| I zealously refer to
myself as a tightly-wired industrialist and recovering
feminist. I'm wife to an outspoken conservative,
mom to loud simian-like creatures, girlfriend
to an erratic but somewhat successful career, and sleep-deprived slave to my energy.
I read, I write, I scheme, I eat occasionally,
I love the night-life, I like to boogie. Although I feel like I'm aging rapidly – even more so when I catch a glimpse of my falling assets in the mirror – I'm a halfway-hot, infrequently Botoxed breeder. (However, someone recently suggested that I look like a towering Sarah Jessica Parker; I bitterly refer to that day as "My Ugly Epiphany.") I don't own TiVo, iPod, or any other gadget oh-so-cleverly branded with both capital and lowercase letters. I have never actually seen Lost (I prefer highly intellectual serials like The Office, Entourage and Family Jewels—Gene is the definition of market savvy). And I rarely find time for first-run theater flicks any more. You early-adopters and trend-victims out there would probably call me clueless. Nonetheless, I consider myself hip: I develop industry-edge marketing (at least, that's what I tell myself in moments of what-the-eff-am-I-doing-with-my-life reflection). I never use phrases like "touch base" or "at the end of the day." All of my boots are seriously sexy (although some are almost impossible to take off without help). And I mix mad Mojitos. That alone is more than my fresh-out-of-college staff can claim. If you haven't already gathered, Bonnie Biv is my ironically bubbly nom de plume. (Tish! That's French!) In fact, all names here have been changed to protect the guilty. I have so offended my stick-up-the-ass associates and pretentious pals with my candid remarks about their – and my – ridiculous lifestyles that I finally went incognito for self-preservation. And I am here to tell you that something finally smells good in Stinkville. |
||
|
||
|
Affiliate Directory: |
|
| *Address kept confidential & secure. Personal data-mining chaps my hiney. | BonnieBiv.com © 2007 | Redistribution Policy |
