Has everyone read Taylor Cotter’s piece in the Huffington Post?
In brief: Taylor Cotter is 22. Taylor Cotter decided to take a job. As an editorial assistant! She’s sort of sad she won’t be all plucky and travel the world and, I don’t know, cocktail waitress with an eyepatch on one eye (it was kind of fun, okay?).
Look, I am going to admit that when I read the first sentence of Taylor Cotter’s piece – “like most female journalists, I assume, I only grew up with two real inspirations in my life: Carrie Bradshaw and Harriet the Spy” – my first impulse was to leap on that sentence like Liam Neeson would on a wolf, or the entire criminal underground. It is pretty tempting to strap some mini-bottles on your fingers and just tear that apart, because female journalists should only have one inspiration, and it should be Dorothy Parker, discussion over.
Well, shouldn’t we be pleased that 22 year olds are landing jobs, and not furious at them for daring to wonder what it would be like not to? I can cite a hundred articles that gleefully point out that all millenials are living in their parents basements. It’s not surprising that Taylor anticipated a few years of struggling to find employment. Girls is an entire television show dedicated to that notion.
But she did not have to! This girl got a job! Good for her! And now we’re upset because she’s curious about what it would have been like to struggle for a while?
Now, two months after graduation, I seem to be one of just a handful of people that’s been able to get themselves on their feet, pay their own bills and actually put together some semblance of an adult life with minimal parental assistance. I bought a car, found an apartment and set up a 401k, just six months after turning 22. I came down on the ‘right’ side of every statistic — I found a job in my field that actually pays well, I’m living on my own, and seem to have everything that these other college graduates are dying to have.
But what about that 10-cents-a-word life that I always wanted? What about New York City? What about freelancing, penning newspaper columns and urban adventures? What about the struggles that I see on Girls and the tales of credit card debt and ramen noodle dinners? Aren’t these the things that really make you 22?