Cecilia Cereijido Bloche ’16 writes in:
Brew Bakers is looking for a band to play chill acoustic music on weekends (at both the main restaurant and the new cafe location). In the past they’ve had student bands perform and found that customers really love it. Though this wouldn’t be a paid thing, previous student bands that played there received generous tips. It’s meant to be background music while people chat and eat so please no drums or anything too intense. If you are interested, please contact me or Brew Baker’s owner Eloise Tencher: mybrewbakers[at]gmail[dot]com
Date: February 17th through May 31st, 2016
Place: Brew Bakers
As Winter slowly peels back its rough insurgency against Spring (and what a tough bastard it is), we see peeking over the horizon small hints of Summer and everything it brings – flip-flops, sunshine, warm (see: boiling hot) weather, people with marginal articles of clothing on them, long afternoons by the lake, and – indeed – internships.
FUCKING. Intern. Ships. And, with the economy the way it is and firms the way they are, it’s more likely than not that you progressive kids who choose the summer path of internship will be doing so without receiving even a dime from they who choose to “employ” you (in fact, it’s probably the case that you’re shelling out quite a bit for the whole experience). It’s a bit of a strange system, when you really think about it, even more so when you consider colleges – the very institutions that are supposed to help us get paid at the end of the day – are a vital component of this complex.
This is the principal issue that Ross Perlin, a youngish Stanford-produced semi-intellectual, addresses in a recent op-ed published by the NYT last Saturday.
“Colleges,” writes Perlin, “have turned internships into a prerequisite for the professional world but have neither ensured equal access to these opportunities, nor insisted on fair wages for honest work.” Colleges. What bastards.