I’m currently reviewing internship applications for the fall! Do you want to intern for me at Marvel HQ in NYC? Sure ya do!
Get more info here: http://agentmlovestacos.com/tagged/interns
Apply for other Marvel internships here: http://marvel.com/corporate/interns
Former interns of mine are now: working for me and getting actual paychecks, working for Comedy Central, heading up social media for a major hospital, running a comic book store, fighting dragons and more!
Also, my fall interns will get to work with us at New York Comic Con, which will be fun and crazy and probably a little frightening. Can you dig it?!
I’m pretty sure the woman I was sitting next to on the subway this morning was reviewing resumes for Marvel. I should have slipped my resume into the pile. Interns make six figures, right?
I thought about all the times I’ve stood in a fitting room and stared up at the lights and bit my lip so hard it bled, just to keep myself from crying about how nothing fits the way it’s supposed to. No one told me that it wasn’t supposed to. I guess I just didn’t know. I was too busy thinking that I was the one that didn’t fit.
I thought about that, and about all the other girls and women out there whose proportions are “wrong,” who can’t find a good pair of work trousers, who can’t fill a sweater, who feel excluded and freakish and sad and frustrated because they have to go up a size, when really the size doesn’t mean anything and it never, ever did, and this is just another bullshit thing thrown in your path to make you feel shitty about yourself.
I thought about all of that, and then I thought that in elementary school, there should be a class for girls where they sit you down and tell you this stuff before you waste years of your life feeling like someone put you together wrong.” —
It makes me really happy to see this essay getting reblogged.
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No really, +1000 points for Jeffrey Eugenides.