My job? Basically, I’m 31 and at a professional dead end. And so are most people in here. I mean, think about it. What actual skill do I possess? I edit quips about Marc Jacobs’ boyfriend for a living. ‘Editing’ is not really a job. Not anymore, at least. There are about a million younger, cheaper people who can do what I do, who also happen to know a thousand times more about the internet than I do. Eventually, I’ll either die of boredom or get replaced. And then, what? I’ll be 35. What the hell am I gonna do with the rest of my life?