Rachel Sklar
Rachel is a writer and social entrepreneur based in New York. She is the co-founder of Change The Ratio, which seeks to increase visibility and opportunity for women in tech and new media (and, really, wherever ratios need changing, but you gotta start somewhere!). A former lawyer who writes about media, politics, culture & technology, she is the Editor-at-Large at Mediaite.com and was a founding editor at both Mediaite and the Huffington Post, where she launched the "Eat The Press" section as HuffPo's first standalone vertical. Her writing has appeared in publications like the New York Times, Newsweek, The Daily Beast, Glamour and many others and in numerous anthologies on extremely random subjects. She speaks widely at conferences, on panels and on TV. (She is also the co-host of "The Salon" on the Jewish Channel - check local listings!).

Rachel is an advisor to several startups, including HashableSBNationSifteeLover.ly, Kapost, Honestly Now and The Daily Muse. She is a mentor at TechStars and was named to the Silicon Alley Insider 100 in 2009, 2010 & 2011.

In 2008 on her birthday, Rachel launched the online charity site Charitini.com, which promotes micro-giving by allowing donors to substitute a small charitable donation for a "birthday drink" for a friend. (Great karma; no hangover.) Since then she's inspired many others to donate their birthdays to charity, and has helped to raised money for over 100 different charities through Charitini birthdays and other projects. She is an advisor to TeachAIDS.org, an incredible nonprofit fighting AIDS through eduction around the world, and has been active in assisting the Robin Hood Foundation, the Elie Wiesel Foundation and DonorsChoose.org.

Rachel was formerly a corporate lawyer in New York and Stockholm, where she never learned to like herring. She may most reliably be found on Twitter. If you read this whole bio, congratulations. It was long.

Entries by Rachel Sklar

How Canada Made Me An Obama Lover

(18) Comments | Posted November 6, 2012 | 2:29 PM

The year was 1980. I was seven. It was a Wednesday, I know now -- actually, a particular Wednesday, November 5, 1980 -- and as I bounded downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast, my brother stopped me at the door. "Who's the president of the United States?" he asked, testing...

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