The thing that rubbed me the wrong way was that this dude got his first job by literally just walking into a rich dude who liked basketball. I mean, that's not Adam's fault, but I just feel like I have read so many stories lately of people who are in incredible financial positions that are the result of both the person's hard work AND the person being fortuitously located at the front of the line when capitalism-winning lottery tickets were being handed out. Capitalism kills love, is what I'm saying.
I feel like the justification for continuing unpaid internships is the same as the justification for hazing- a delightful combo of "Well, I did it and it worked out just fine!" and "I had to do it; why should you get off easy?"
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Never apologize for Boar's Head, Mary Jo! Congratulations on the new gig.
Man, I read this in Linda Hirshman's book "Get to Work" (okay, I read it in a review of her book, WHAT), but part of her argument in that book was about the logical fallacy of thinking of day care costs as coming out of the mother's paycheck. Apparently, that's a super common way of thinking of the cost, probably a combination of the idea of childcare being women's work being super ingrained and couples doing the math about mom's paycheck going away during maternity leave. Between women making less in general (hello, wage gap) and daycare being so expensive, it seems "logical" to have mom stay home if you think of her paycheck as the "day care" check and she then barely breaks even. Taking that time off with the kids hurts women's salaries for the rest of their lives. Hirshman's argument was that couples should think of the day care check just like any other joint bill- half comes from her pay check and half from his. Now, whenever I read these articles I scream, "What about THEIR FATHER? How much does HE make? HUH? What's HIS share of the day care?" That might be way I'm, uh, not married.
The NYT article mentions that her mom lives in Alexandria Bay, in northern New York. I'm from nearish to there, and it's not a great place to try to service a 100k student loan debt. At all. I would be really interested to read something on The Billfold on how the "move in with your parents and pay off debt/save" advice works when your parents live in a depressed rural area.
@stuffisthings They go into it at the link, but basically she broke a very big story about steroids a few years ago and then wrote a book about it.
I am so sad for you that you have never had Cherry Garcia, Mike Dang. Do you not like cherries? Do you not like jam bands? What is it? The best thing to do in the summer is to only have air conditioning in your bedroom and on a really hot day you go lie down in bed with a bowl of Cherry Garcia on your chest and watch CNN. Seriously. It's the best thing. Do that thing, Mike Dang.
On Will You Still Love Me When I'm No Longer Young and Beautiful And Doing 1 Thing Successfully Each Thursday
I just did my one thing which is make an appointment to apply for my VERY FIRST PASSPORT which I will use in the unlikely event that I decide to use my upcoming "funemployment" as an excuse to go to a cheap language school for a while. Likeliest event is that I move back in with my parents and cry a lot. But I'll be a crier with a passport!
"Why do we never talk about the tiny little hairs on raspberries?" Actually if you happen to be eating the week's fifth or sixth basket of raspberries and you find yourself a little weirded out by their hairiness and you start typing "Why do rasp" into the Google search bar, the first suggestion is "Why do raspberries have hair?" (Answer: something something pistil and possibly insect protection???) I've never Googled that, btw, and I definitely only eat like two or three baskets of raspberries per week maybe more sometimes but definitely not six or anything. Anyway.