I told someone the other day (on Tinder, probably) that I was job-hunting in the magazine industry. The response I got? “Ahh, so you’re going for the “13 Going On 30″ career path.” OK, first of all, v impressed that you’re familiar with my 3rd all-time favorite movie. Second of all, yeah, I guess being an editor in chief is a relevant career goal (???), but my life isn’t nearly as glamorous. After writing a cover letter for a job at Popular Mechanics the other day, I realized that I’m *literally* Anne Hathaway/whatever her character’s name is in one of the first PG-13 movies I was allowed to watch in the theater. AKA desperate for employment in a constantly shrinking industry.