Dick jokes & hard work: On tough years, great contractors, and corporate culture

Because of my contractors, the toughest two years of the Offbeat Empire's decade of existence (and honestly, the toughest two years of my fucking life) have actually been totally ok. Bootstrapping a business is terrifying, since the only money to spend is the money that's coming in. In a decade of being in business, I've never taken out a loan or accepted venture capital. My investments have been my own time, and the willingness of my crew to stretch themselves… and the corporate culture we've built together.

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RIP Offbeat Bride Tribe: 2007 – 2015 (+ bonus musings on running leaner)

Fall of 2007, after dozens of requests from blog readers, I decided to set up an Offbeat Bride community on Ning.com.

"It's an experiment!" I said.

"We'll see how it goes!" I said.

"If it doesn't feel like a good fit, I'll shut it down!" I said.

That was eight years, two platforms, two community managers, dozens of volunteer moderators, and over 45,000 members ago. November 2015, the Offbeat Bride Tribe quietly shut down.

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5 things I learned working for the Offbeat Empire

Not sure if you recognize my name — I’m Chris Wolfgang, the assistant editor/copy editor/Queen of Porn at Offbeat Bride. Or rather, I was. Until very recently.

While I’m sad to be moving on (how many other opportunities will I get to be called Queen of Porn? And keep my clothes on?), I’m ecstatic to say that I have learned an absolute shit ton working for the Offbeat Empire. No, sorry, I’m only going to tell you about five of them. Hold on to your tits.

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On getting hit by a bus, and wincing sausage factories

Last week after I returned home from the first leg of my Lovesick Expo travel, I was rushed to the ER and ended up having emergency abdominal surgery. I was in the hospital for a week, and am looking at another four weeks of recovery. This is seriously fucked up… but you know what's amazing? The fact that the team of people who I work with at the Offbeat Empire is so amazing that even when I get hit by a metaphorical bus, the sausage factory barely even winced.