She was worried that posting pictures of herself sipping a mai tai was going to make her look like an asshole.
'What does it matter you are or wether you're drinking a coffee, a mai tai, or a bottle of water?' I asked. 'Aren't they paying your songs so you can... live? Doesn't living include wandering and collecting emotions and drinking a mai tai - not just sitting in a room and writing songs without ever leaving the house?'
(...)
If you're asking your fans to support you, the artist, it shouldn't matter what your choices are as long as you're delivering your side of the bargain. You may be spending the money on guitar picks, mai tais, baby formula, college loans, gas for cars, or coffee to fuel your all-night writing sessions. As long as art is coming out the other side and making your patrons happy, the money you need to live - and "need to live" is hard to define - is almost indistinguishable from the money you need to make art.
(...)
So, a plea.
To the artists, creators, scientists, nonprofit-runners, librarians, strange-thinkers, start-uppers, and inventors, to all people everywhere who are afraid to accept the help, in whatever form it's appearing:
Please, take the donuts.
(...)
Everybody.
Please.
Just take the fucking donuts.
em The Art of Asking, de Amanda Palmer
