...at an opening in Amsterdam a few weeks ago; standing by the entrance we involuntarily acted as two bouncers who are too enthusiastic about their conversation to bother with the guest list. I mentioned that I had received, and rejected, another email asking for a job or internship. She said she would love to have an intern, if only to do her googling. I said that I have nothing for them to do — except the stuff I do, but I’m too neurotic and protective to let someone else do it. And even if I would want to hire someone I couldn’t afford them, cause “I can’t afford myself”. The initially surprising truthiness of that last beanspilling sentence quickly gave way to the dry familiarity of the obvious being stated. 

Can anyone, really?