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The Gig Economy Forces Women Freelancers to Get Creative About How They Calculate Their Rates and Value Their Time


Women are trapped in a bind—socialized to believe that the worst thing we can be is an inconvenience and at the same time made to compete in a workforce that punishes those who don’t name their own needs. Erica Greenwald, an event production freelancer, says that each time she’s asked to price her hours, she weighs her own financial concerns with the desire to make a good first impression on her clients. “You don’t want to come off as pushy or thirsty, because people make snap judgments all the time and you’re just trying to get a gig,” Greenwald says. “It all comes down to power dynamics, and sometimes I feel empowered to advocate for myself, but more often than not I accept what I can get.”

In other industries and in Silicon Valley in particular, there’s been a push for salary transparency—but Bolles, Salvo, and Cowan all say that for freelancers, talking money is still largely taboo. Justin Gignac, founder of the 65,000-member freelance platform Working Not Working, encourages the creatives he works with to share information about their rates to ensure they’re getting fair pay. He consistently finds himself urging the women he knows to up their prices. “I encourage the women in the room to say yes to the jobs you think you’re not qualified for and ask for the money you don’t think is reasonable, because the men you know aren’t afraid to do either,” Gignac says.

In 2017, Cowan reopened her photography business under the new name “The Blonde with the Smile” and again she’s navigating the minefield of putting a price on her time. Three months ago, a corporate representative called her to book a last-minute gig for an event, hosted by a software company at the Jacob K. Javits Center. Cowan was told that she’d come highly recommended and was asked to name her price. She floated $550 an hour.

“The woman on the phone was like, ‘I’m sorry, what?’ and immediately, I cringed,” Cowan says. “I was like, ‘Shoot, I’m going to lose this gig.’” But instead, the voice on the line told Cowan she wasn’t charging nearly enough. The male photographer she’d been hired to replace had billed $2,000 an hour, and that’s what the company was ready to pay. “That call changed the trajectory of my life. If I’d been on the phone with a man he would’ve said, ‘$550? That’s great!’”

Since then, Cowan has turned down offers that would barely cover her next meal. When she worked minimum-wage jobs, she was focused on how to make ends meet. Now that she prices out her hours, those rates are also tangled up in conceptions of her own professional value. Billable hours have to add up to more than the rent plus food. But those calculations are challenges (and opportunities) to assert that a woman’s time isn’t available at permanent discount.

Emma Goldberg is a writer whose work has been published in the Washington Post, the New York Times, the Economist, ELLE, and the LA Review of Books, among other places. She lives in Brooklyn, New York.

April is Financial Literacy Month on CNBC. To mark it we don’t just want to talk about the wage gap or the disadvantages women still face in the workplace. We want action—to the tune of $10,000. This month we’ll explore what women can do to net a cool $10K. That means strategies to save more and spend smarter, tactics to negotiate not just at work but on health care, home decor, and more, and stories to inspire your inner CEO.



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My Journey Into the Gig Economy: Folding Underwear, Walking Dogs, and Building Furniture


Like Athena emerging fully formed and dressed for battle from the head of Zeus, many talented women who joined the professional world during the Great Recession have faced unprecedented challenges. I’ve tried a few unconventional methods of making rent, but even I never could have anticipated the recent Thursday evening I spent folding a stranger’s underwear. Let’s get to that episode in a second. First, about me—I’m a journalist, proud of my profession despite its frequently meager dividends. But sometimes I wonder: Could the gig economy (which, really, is a reductive little phrase used to describe easy-entry odd jobs that, when cobbled together, theoretically add up to a reasonable living or, at the least, a lucrative side hustle) make my rigidly budgeted life more comfortable? I decided to see what results might come of a full-court-press effort, and a willingness to try almost anything once.

Before I got started, I reached out to a few contemporaries to find out how they’d brought in the most cash on the side. I’d gotten my first taste of paid writing work as a college freshman, when the author-illustrator Molly Crabapple commissioned me to write an ode to her friend (a “retired, pragmatic contortionist,” according to Crabapple) in the form of a sestina. However, for the purposes of this experiment, my usual methods of accruing capital were out of bounds.

A culture reporter friend used to make 10 dollars a day texting men through an app called Phrendly that paid out a small amount for every reply to her messages. A fashion world friend, Dominic DeLuque, once picked up lizard food for an eccentric who tipped horribly, shuttled iced coffees to an agoraphobic neighbor, and transported a suitcase to a shady client on the Upper West Side (only realizing later the cargo was most likely drugs) for about $20 per odd job. I wasn’t in the mood to smuggle narcotics or go through the process of establishing relationships with oddball New York strangers, so those options were out, too.

For my first go, I tried out Craigslist. A flower shop in Morningside Heights was looking for an assistant; a “research facility” called MediaScience sought panelists; a gentleman’s club in Midtown needed extra (scantily-clad) help on Super Bowl Sunday. I sent CVs and emails flurrying all over New York City. Not one response.

Undaunted, and remembering the capable man I’d hired to help me move last summer, I went about the process of registering to be a Tasker on TaskRabbit. I paid a $20 registration fee, indicated what I thought were fair rates for the suggested tasks—assembling Ikea furniture, $30 an hour; and so on—and submitted my application. Almost automatically a form email appeared in my inbox. “Hi Helen,” it read. “At this time, we do not have the demand for Taskers in the city and categories you’ve specified, so we will not be moving forward with your registration.” I laughed out loud. But my rejection made sense: If it’s nearly impossible to get a job interview at The New York Times or Goldman Sachs, it stands to reason you’ll be fighting hordes for the considerably smaller scraps too. Ruling out Uber driver, SAT tutor and plasma donor, I sought out other options.

Luckily, deliverance soon arrived in the form of a friend who needed help caring for her brand-new puppy, a 16-week-old Klee Kai named Juneau. I would take him for an afternoon walk and give him lunch for $40 per visit. Our first outing was glorious: the two of us sailed through Central Park. Strangers and their dogs cooed over him. But disaster struck during our second appointment. After a blissful hour’s walk, I struggled with the antique front door of the owner’s apartment. YELP! I spun around to see the puppy, trapped in the heavy oak door, and rushed to free the poor little guy. I neglected to mention the incident to his owner in my otherwise exhaustive follow up text about Juneau’s every bark and bowel movement, and prayed to the dog walker gods that the pup hadn’t suffered any internal injuries.

Next, I trumpeted my services on Twitter. An acquaintance responded—she needed some help with laundry. A day later I made a house call to my client, who asked, “Do you have a problem with washing and folding period-stained sheets?” I waved my hand as if to say “Perish the thought,” and steeled myself like Indiana Jones preparing to raid a cave. I was tasked with washing everything she owned—jeans, sweatshirts, nine pairs of matching socks, the aforementioned sheets—and I went home $20 richer and with a vivid mental image of her boyfriend’s Under Armour boxers.

Ultimately, my weeklong experiment netted me $100 total, but once you factor in the multiple subway trips and the cash I spent on Red Bull for fuel, it would be generous to say I’d scraped a $90 profit. If I’m honest, I kind of expected pathetic results. I’ve always been skeptical of the gig economy. It creates a fantasy that, if you can profit off your every marketable skill, you can subvert the hardships of my much-maligned, profoundly misrepresented generation (including insurmountable student debt, too many music-streaming services to choose from, and the escalating cost of vape pens). Millennials are raised to be brutally hard workers, even if some of us (me) are probably doomed to spend the rest of our lives writing jokes online. We deserve better than what the gig economy has to offer.

Helen Holmes is a freelance journalist living in Brooklyn.



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Selena Gomez Has a New Athleisure Gig with Puma


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Selena Gomez and the Weeknd were already the golden pair of pop music; now, they have matching athleisure collaborations to cement their status as everyone’s favorite couple-of-the-moment. The lucky brand? Puma, who announced today that Gomez will join the Weeknd as an official ambassador.

“Fearless talent and ? of Instagram joins the family,” Puma captioned an image of Gomez, clad in a branded velvet top, sport shorts, and trainers. The performer also took to Instagram, her medium of choice, to confirm the news; in her post, she shared a glimpse at the collection in a Puma sportsbra, high-waist leggings, and oval sunnies. (Though The Weeknd didn’t post anything on his main feed, he did repost one of the lookbook shots on his Instagram Story.)

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In her inaugural campaign, Gomez is photographed solo (sorry, no official couple campaigns just yet) in Puma’s Phenom sneaker. In an interview with Vogue, the newly-appointed ambassador shared that she’s obsessed with the collection’s versatility: “It’s all these pieces that you know are going to look good together, so it’s just kind of throwing this on, throwing that on,” she said.

“When it comes to this whole world of fashion—that’s what I’m going to call it—I think it’s become this collaborative thing where streetwear and fashion blend into one,” she continued. “It’s a really beautiful thing because I see girls now feeling sexy in not even necessarily workout clothes, but clothes you could go work out in, then put on a cute pair of shoes and go out after. That’s what’s so crazy about now. Even just throwing something over a workout pant or just sweats, you kind of feel like you can do whatever you want.”

We should’ve seen this coming when Gomez matched Puma XO ‘Parallel’ sneakers with The Weeknd. (He happened to co-design the style.) Clearly, the two know how to make a piece work for either wardrobe—and, according to her interview with Vogue, she and Abel also share hoodies. Surely with this collaboration, there will be more his-and-hers athleisure moments to be envious of.

Not only is she joining her significant other in this latest venture, but Gomez now finds herself among the ranks of Puma girls Cara Delevigne and Kylie Jenner—and, of course, Rihanna.So, what exactly can we expect from the partnership? Per Vogue, Gomez will help design products (!) and direct a few upcoming campaigns (!!!) in the next few months. More athleisure for all!

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