As you know, Prostituted Thoughts is a smorgasbord of media observations – often with an advertising slant. My musings will likely be just as random, but perhaps they will be enjoyable as well.
The job market, particularly in communications, has reached a new low.
Worst media internship ever.Since Gawker is my finger on the pulse of what’s going on, I totally believe that this is a real Craigslist post, which diminishes my hope for our dear industry. This also doesn’t help:
Spitzer call girl.Anywhooo, getting back to this particular Gawker post from Hamilton Nolan, there are 3 things that made me wish I was an engineer, or perhaps a garbage collector:
First of all, which comm. job DOESN’T allow hoodies? I’ll be damned if I can’t wear a hoodie to my comm. job. Maybe they should pay me more and I’ll consider dressing like I have a real job.
Secondly, since when is *Parisian* French (with two stars) superior to Haitian French, Ethiopian French, or high school language class French? My 7 semesters of Spanish class and 2 months in Spain are THOROUGHLY offended!
Finally, if anyone (Obama and Diddy included) wrote into my job description that “light childcare” was required for me to get $10 a day, invaluable experience, and an OCCASIONAL byline, they’d better be prepared for my blatant disregard for what happens to their shitty organization. (And TRUST that I’d trash their asses all over the Internet every chance I got.) Unless you intended to outfit me with a furnished, Manhattan loft space, designer clothing and gourmet food to go along with those $10 bucks. Can’t even eat a meal with my movie, cheap asses!
Hasta Luego!
