This has been causing quite an amusing little internet controversy for the past day (it is due to die in about 3 hours) and it probably wouldn’t be of any interest to me other than the fact that this girl associates a place that I work for as being a part of the “media elite,” which is amusing; and she also associates a place I lived as being an escape from psuedo-intellectuals and the constant menace of the underage—fake people, which is even more amusing. I dragged my boyfriend into it (who works in the paper-media world) and both of our reactions to this girl’s complaints—mostly ending with us deciding she was more naive than someone without good manners and that if she really wanted to be part of the n+1 and Gawker world she could have just applied for an internship LIKE THE REST OF US—makes me realize that I am an Old.
Thanks, internet, for making me feel significantly older than someone who is only 2 years younger than me.
On a related note: I had a horrible dream that I didn’t actually graduate from college and that I slacked off and didn’t turn in a bunch of final essays. My boss told me I will keep getting those dreams when I am older, but whatever. It brought me down to Planet Young for a few moments.
