When I tell people I intern at Pitchfork Media, I try to tell them it’s not a big deal. And really, it’s, not.
But to anyone who has ever heard of Pitchfork, the music critic giants responsible for many an indie band’s success (or failure), it is a big deal. Or, at least, it sounds like one.
Never mind that I sit in a fold-up chair at a dirty keyboard for six hours in dead silence as I instant message my boss from ten feet away
