I watched that episode of Gilmore Girls earlier today in which Rory tries to get a job at The New York Times and fails. All I could do was shake my head. The struggle is too real. If I ever landed a job at NYT, you’d all know I became a “serious” journalist. Maybe when I’m like 35 years old. It’s too high brow and gung ho for me right now.
Their business editor reminds me a lot of a more handsome Lane Pryce from Mad Men, though. I may or may not be attracted to that.