So, I’m chatting with a potential roommate last weekend and I’m all, “Yeah, I went to Yale, yeah, I’m trying to be a journalist.”
And she’s all, “OMG, do you watch Gilmore Girls? The lead on that show is a journalism major at Yale! She heads the YDN!”
And I’m all, “WTF? Yale doesn’t have a journalism major. Lies! Also, and let’s be clear on this, Yale doesn’t accept internship credits, either, so, yeah, I totally went to the wrong f’ing school and I never got to do any of those required mag internships when I was there.” Except I didn’t say it quite that way because she was a Jew-for-Jesus and I don’t think she’d appreciate all the cursing.
I hate you, fictional Rory Gilmore. Not only are you played by real irritating what’s-her-face, you are a liar. Unless you’re doing this, which I then hate you for because it didn’t exist when I was there. Also, today is Friday-not-Caturday, which would also be Cinco de Drinko.
you’ll be happy to know that GG’s last episode will air on May 15th…no more reminders of Rory and her Yale-ness!
Dude, you still went to Yale. That’s awesome. And speaking as a person who’s been in the midst of the writing profession, it doesn’t matter if you’ve got the journalism degree as long as you can write, are willing to work your ass off and hustle as well as take editorial direction.
omg. “what what in the butt” is now on a continual loop in my head. thx!
I know what you mean. I hear about things the kids (”the kids”-HA!) study now, internships they hustle, and I am in awe. High school I’d never do again, but college yes, sans the pink hair and flannel.
Viv: you are right, and I think I’d go a lot farther outside the NYC media clique, where you are pretty much ignored if you haven’t had three Conde internships by undergrad graduation. Have you read the ed2010 message boards? Lord, they are depressing.
M: Thank Shas! She and Mari turned me on to it the other night and I cannot. Get. It. Out. of my head. So bad, but so good.
Cat: Yeah. I have pretty much decided I just don’t care enough about NYC to live hand-to-mouth on media salaries there, and bust my ass with 3 or 4 jobs to make it work. I am so off my hustle game. I don’t have that kind of drive!
Sid: I haven’t read those boards. I guess that I’m starting to think of myself as the Anthony Bourdain of writing — in other words, I’m a journeywoman with writing, a mercenary. You want the job done, no problem. I will do the job well and not because of a journalism degree, but because of the experience that I’ve gained from just writing.
This is interesting, as I sit here procastinating about writing an article on “The Changing Role of Fatherhood” that’s due tomorrow. I used to be cool with the journeyman aspect, but lately I’ve been feeling like a sullen teenager:
“Can you write us a piece about dumbfluffybstopic?”
“Yeah.”
“And could you make sure you cover this stupidangle and make that idioticconnection?”
“Yeah.”
“Great! You’re awesome! We look forward to seeing what you come up with!”
“Yeah.”