Watching cartoons the other night, I heard someone say to a schoolgirl “Welcome to the glamorous world of unpaid internships,” or words to that effect, before the glamorous world of exploitation and skivvydom was portrayed in primary colours. I don’t recall receiving such good career advice when I was in school. My generation had to figure out for itself that unpaid work is just slavery no matter how “glamorous” or “creative” the industry.

Sadly, many never did figure that out, possibly because their parents were rich enough to support them in their charity work for large corporations. It’s hard to feel like a slave when you get a car for your eighteenth birthday, or your own key marketing account.