Purple is an unhurried journal on the interior life of the modern woman. We publish one long essay a month, one short note a week, and the occasional unhurried interview. Everything is free. There is no algorithm and no advertisement on the page.
The paper is edited by women, for women, but we do not write about "women's issues" in the trade-magazine sense of that phrase. We write about ambition, solitude, style, tenderness, and the ordinary rooms where a life is quietly made. If you have a piece you think belongs here, write to the address below.
We do not write about houses we cannot afford or lives we do not live. We write about the rooms, mornings, and small decisions that make up a real interior life. If a piece could equally have been a car ad, we do not run it.
Our reader is a grown woman navigating an actual life. We do not do "self-improvement," ten-step plans, or the kind of soft condescension that most women's writing has been surviving for a hundred years. We assume our reader can handle a sentence with more than one idea in it.
A good essay is short. Almost nothing worth saying about a woman's life takes more than 2,000 words. When it does, we take the space. Otherwise we don't.
The most useful writing on a woman's life is the writing that says the thing you were hoping someone would say and quietly did not want to hear. We try, hard, to be that.
The pieces we publish are written from experience — a specific woman's, a specific year of her life. If we do not have someone who has actually lived it, we do not run the essay.
Purple publishes twice a week on purpose. There is no feed to feed. There is no notification. You either open the paper when you feel like opening it, or you do not — and either is fine with us.
Pitches, corrections, disagreements, unsolicited essays. We answer within a week.
editor@prple.co