Journalism’s unpaid internship complex
Emma Roller

my first internship was at World Pub in Florida (now Bonnier) and paid me a paltry stipend, $250 a month, I think, which I put towards a rental car. I was able to survive by living rent-free with my aunt.

That internship helped me get a job that was going nowhere. A year and a half in, I quit and moved into NYC to take an internship at Prevention magazine. It was right before the economy crashed and because I had a master’s degree, it paid me ‘$15/hr plus overtime. Without that money I definitely wouldn’t have been able to afford to move into NYC and start my career.

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