So besides my two majors and a minor at SMU, I decided to be crazy and have two jobs and two internships as well.
My newest addition to my schedule? An editorial internship with Modern Luxury Dallas Magazine.
Fancy, right? I honestly don’t know how I got the internship. I’m very excited, but I had no idea what to expect.
I didn’t know what to wear. I didn’t know what to bring. I basically had no idea what this internship was going to look like.
Turns out, it’s amazing. They’re already having me write things for their magazines and I get a lot of independence.
How I sum it up? I’m living the Devil Wears Prada, minus evil Meryl Streep.
Yes, coffee and cheese plate runs are included, but I’m mostly doing actual writing.
So what else do I do but watch the Devil Wears Prada when I get home?
The first movie-life parallel: The magazine industry is like another world.
No, Modern Luxury isn’t Vogue, but it’s the closest thing Texas has.
I walked into a tall fancy office building with a security guard and front desk and revolving doors and everything. The office is in a really nice part of town. I got up the elevator and came across glass doors.
Behind the glass doors was a little welcome area with a big sign that read MODERN LUXURY and current and past issues displayed in the most intimidating way. There was a big fur rug, some orchids, the works.
Also? The conference room was right in front of you as you walked in, so everyone could see me, the confused new intern not knowing what to do with herself.
Luckily, the assistant editor found me and rescued me from my uncomfortable limbo. I was shown the fancy office with those low cubicles that lets you do that thing where everyone can talk about stuff over them, MTV- style.
I was given a very thorough run-down of the magazine- what we write about, our target audience, what all our issues look like, and all the other magazines we write besides Modern Luxury Dallas.
Then I was given an assignment and left to my own devices.
I spent the day basically contacting designers for information. I felt like a dufus.
^^^THIS WAS ME.
I don’t know the difference between a retailer and a designer. I didn’t know if Neiman Marcus is a person or a place at this point. I just like writing stuff. I go to thrift stores for clothes.
I felt very out of place. And underdressed. And I didn’t have Starbucks with me, I had a knock-off hydroflask I got from Walmart, filled with tap water.
But you know what? I don’t care. Yes, I got some heels because apparently everyone at the office wears heels. Peer pressure is painful sometimes. But I’m just happy to be here, and if heels is what it takes, so be it.
But though I feel a little in over my head, I’m passionate about my work and so up for the challenge. After all, isn’t this the dream? To write, to work hard at creating, and love doing it?
I am so excited about this opportunity and can’t wait to see what I’ll learn through it. Hopefully I don’t have to go through the major identity crisis Andy went through in the movie.
But all in all, I’m absolutely stoked to be writing for a real-life magazine. It’s a dream come true and I’m so ready.