The prestigious summer internship. Or just any internship at all. Nowadays, it’s basically necessary to gain some sort of “professional” experience during your college years in order to make yourself a viable candidate for a job post-graduation.

Having lived in NYC the past two summers and spent my days happily as a lowly intern, I know what it’s like to be unpaid, exhausted, and basically melting in a non-air conditioned housing situation. But, I have noticed one recent trend lately that I think could be really damaging for an intern’s future. And that is “complaint blogging” or posting your misery all over the internet. Employers do notice these things and it really can come back to bite your ass in the future. Read More »

I used to think Teen Vogue was the best shit on the stands. All that high-class style and gossip for two bucks a pop? I signed up for a five - year subscription. I found the haughty content amusingly hilarious and would crave my monthly society updates on things like Bunny Von Hartzelcarter - Markstein’s cotillion and the eating habits and bedroom - decorating abilities of obscure young porcelain actresses.

Unlike its mother, the almighty Vogue, Teen Vogue featured fashions that were young, cool and almost affordable. A girl can dream, and I’d rather dream about a $300 Philip Lim denim trapeze dress than a $4000 quilted leather jacket by Alexander McQueen.

But this month’s issue is a little ridiculous. Plaguing the cover are the perpetual interns, LC of the OC and her sidekick, Whitey. I mean Whitney. It’s Whitney! Seriously, though, when are their internships going to end? Read More »

Today I woke up at home, in my childhood bed, after two consecutive all-nighters, a killer three - hour essay exam, and being told I had to move from my apartment building with one week’s notice to find two emails in my inbox:

1. I had been rejected from Random House’s Summer Internship program, and 2. I had been rejected for a summer fellowship from the New York Historical Society. There was also an email from jcrew.com, which I would usually delete, but today I found myself reading about argyle sock sales just to take the edge off the two other stingers.

I don’t get it — I’m a perfectly desirable candidate. I look great on paper. So where’s the summer love (in the form of a paid internship in my desired field)?

Last February I decided that I had to move to NYC for the summer and work somewhere awesome. So, I applied to about sixty places, no joke. I only heard back from five, and was flat - out rejected from two. So who are these bionic college students that must be my hidden competition? Read More »