Because we ended up not touring the neighborhood as planned during our sit-down with author Emily Gould (it was pouring out), we asked her for a list of some the of places in Greenpoint she would have taken us had it been glorious out. Here are her favorite spots.

"No matter how great you are, you’re also really powerless."

“Fear not those who argue, but those who dodge.” -- Dale Carnegie

Like Sacha Noam Baron Cohen before her, Zoe Margolis is crossing the pond to relaunch her career. While Cohen left because his notoriety left alter-egos Borat, Bruno and Ali G without people to gag, Margolis ran out of people to shag. The Londoner, famous for her sex-blog Girl With A One Track Mind has had it with blokes and is intent coming to and in America. In a recent article in the Guardian—essentially, the UK version of Emily Gould’s recent confessional, details how blogging about her sex life ruined it. Once her identity was revealed by some intrepid journalists in 2006, a book deal and fame followed. “The aftermath of losing my anonymity had left me feeling fragile: I needed to curl up in someone's arms, not just shag them senseless,” she writes.

And we're not talking about crass cash payoffs, longevity, or even the tawdry mathematics of pageviews (though she's doing quite well on the latter, thanks very much). While reading bloggy oversharer Emily Gould's tell-all (or at least tell-some) cover story in this weekend's New York Times Magazine, we came to a realization: Gould is the most successful blogger in history. Success by this metric is measured in prominence and presence in the public eye that's still inclined to observe such things, and those eyeballs are growing in size and number. Her article -- a revealing chronicle of breakups and breakdowns in the world of bloggery -- is the War and Peace of Web 2.0. It's an epic print post about online posting.