A few months ago (or so) I went to the Cosmopolitan Magazine ULTIMATE WOMEN Awards, which I just love to say because it’s hilarious to be called an ULTIMATE WOMAN. Anyway, long story short, I was enjoying my free Bailey’s cocktails when I noticed a young hipster crouching down behind the table next to me frantically Tweeting fluff with the appropriate hashtag attached (wording?) and I thought, “Man, it’s good to not be an intern anymore.”
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