To go straight
into the annals of First World Problems, a 22 year-old journalism school graduate is, to be honest,
a little bit pissed she never had the opportunity to have the experience of being a poor person in their early twenties:
But what about that 10-cents-a-word life that I always wanted? What about New York City? What about freelancing, penning newspaper columns and urban adventures? What about the struggles that I see on Girls and the tales of credit card debt and ramen noodle dinners? Aren't these the things that really make you 22?