Ah, the glamorous life of a freelance writer. Putting together #menswear prose whenever you please is the musical equivalent of freely composing a beautiful symphony for the opera house of your choosing, right? Wrong, motherfucker! This shit is angst-inducing as fuck. Obviously, constantly feeling the pressure to produce quality material is something we all can relate to, but when it comes to #menswear, it's a whole 'nother ballgame. As a freelance menswear writer, you aren't guaranteed paid work, like, ever. You have to go through some drastic, borderline questionable shit to get that byline nowadays. And trust, EVERYONE is gunning for a byline. Shit, some of these lowlife leeches will do your paid work for free (read: every Four Pins writer). This ain't no walk in the park, so let me show just how incredulous this shit can get.