Reading through Carolyn G. Osorio’s USAToday editorial “Hillary, pay your interns” one can feel the pain of a millennial poster child desperately looking for some ideal to believe in. Sad thing is, she went for her dreams, and found her hopes dashed faster than the women who throw their underwear at rock stars. She put her faith in Hillary, and, as usual, Hillary disappointed.
This young lady begins her piece describing her borderline worship of the Hilldebeast:
As the high school girl who slept in a Hillary for President T-shirt for most of 2007, cried when she conceded to Barack Obama, railed at Congress during the Benghazi hearings and was an early follower of Texts from Hillary, I took heart from the 18 million cracks in the glass ceiling Hillary Clinton’s 2008 presidential campaign had created.
Aside from 18 million cracks in a glass ceiling more likely to come from a flock of pigeons flying into temper glass than Hillary helping anyone other than herself, it seems this young lady was looking for some sort of real life female superhero. For whatever reason, for her, Hillary Clinton fit the bill. (Sweetheart, Margaret Thatcher was much more classy. So is K.T. McFarland. Smarter, too.)
Okay, so the girl is so infatuated with Hillary’s media-driven public persona that she decided to join the 2016 campaign. Osorio went through the lengthy and detailed application process to be a fellow – not just an intern, but a fellow – including background checks, interviewing, screening, etc., only to find out that BAM! being a fellow in the Hillary Clinton 2016 campaign was more of a volunteer position.
When Hillary announced her second run for the White House, I felt my passion for politics reignite. I quickly applied for and was offered a position as a Hillary for America fellow to work on the campaign. I couldn’t have been more excited — until I was told I’d have to move to Nevada and work full time on my own dime.
I couldn’t believe my ears. I did not apply as a routine volunteer but as a fellow. Its application process with an elaborate screening and interview process was now revealed to be an ugly lie. If Hillary hopes to inspire young people, to prove she understands our interests she should offer substance to earn our votes.
I think she meant sustenance or salary, but the reader gets the drift. This young lady was expecting to get paid for all the hard work she would be doing to get Hillary elected. But, see, that is not how it works in the world of political campaigns. The actual campaign war chest, raised by people who get paid to raise it because they have immense experience in doing that, is generally spent on advertising: research on buzz phrases, development, spot production, and buying on air time. Interns and fellows are there for free labor in the office. The rewards are letters of recommendation, substantial items to fill out a resume, and being set up with interviews for real jobs through connections made on the campaign trail when it is all over. Winning the campaign is second to all that.
I had hoped a trailblazer would be more willing to break the mold of indentured servitude that haunts my generation. Finding out that Hillary perpetuates the exploitation known as unpaid internships was like discovering that Santa wasn’t real.
This writer loves it when the “next generation” thinks they are the first to experience sex, heartbreak, credit issues, and bosses and overlords abusing them. It’s so precious.
Earth to Ms. Osorio, get used to indentured servitude. When you take a “real” job, unless you are the boss, that’s more or less what it is. Hate to tell you this, but Generation X, Baby Boomers, and every generation before you had this same litany of complaints:
Our struggles are devalued as the first world problems of ungrateful children. At what point do the expectations that young people ought be grateful go too far? If we aren’t getting paid, we should be grateful to have the experience. If we don’t get the job, we should be grateful we even got the interview. If we’re passed up for a promotion, we should be grateful we have a job. If we lose our job, we should be grateful we have a spouse or parent who can take care of us. At what point is it actually worse?
Congratulations, young lady, you’ve taken the first step in understanding what it means to grow up, and take on grown up worries. It’s called living in the real world. No one owes you a job or employment. You have to work for it. Yes, there will be abusive bosses and those who take advantage. If you are not willing to strike out on your own to make your fortune or work toward being a principal in a firm, then this is what is to be expected. Get used to it. If you happen to find a boss who isn’t this way, don’t ever leave that job.
One would think that after this revelation, Ms. Osorio would realize that maybe, just maybe Hillary Clinton is not the paragon she’s built in her mind’s eye, but no such luck:
It might make me sound like a Stockholm syndrome victim, but after all of this, Hillary is still the best chance we have. If there is to be a better world for my future children, she’s the only hope.
Hillary will get my free vote even if she will never have my free help.
[Insert banging head against the wall here.]
Carolyn, honey, if Hillary doesn’t have to give up anything to get your vote, your angst driven account – very nice writing, actually, pointing out one of the abuses in the system – is all for naught. She’s not going to pay people for intern and fellow work if you’re going to vote for her anyway.
As for Hillary being the only hope…uh, you might read up on what happens to societies that go socialist. They tend to run out of other people’s money.
Now, as for your skill set…you’ve been a barista. Good. Knowing how to make coffee is always a valued skill in American offices.