Alright, there are a couple components here and I’ll probably address them out of order, but here’s the net-net of my reaction: your undergrad major does not matter very much.

I’m saying this as someone who went to a NESCAC school, majored in English with a concentration in creative writing (ie: I took a lot of classes in poetry writing and fiction writing), and then graduated and learned quickly that “lol no one cares.” I have one of the peakest “there is no job for this” degrees in the land.

Basically, the person or company who hires you after undergrad is doing so knowing that, for whatever reason, you as a person are worth the time it’s going to take to train and teach you everything you need to know, because your liberal arts degree is fine but not very useful. And I don’t mean that in a rude way — I’m so happy I went to a school where I was able to spend four years reading things and ripping them open and looking at all of the parts and understanding what made them work (or not work), but at the same time, those aren’t hireable skills. They’re things that — if you love doing them — might make you a more attractive entry-level-person-who-they-have-to-train-and-teach-everything-to-anyway (for instance, if your hiring manager was a person who went through a similar education experience, they might be like “aww, this bb reminds me of myself,” etc). But in general, a degree in English/poetry is no more useful than a degree in History/Anthro or a degree in Psych/Farts, so it really doesn’t matter. Most companies that bring on fresh-out-of-college babies are doing so knowing that they’re responsible for teaching them the ~company’s culture~ or ~what their responsibilities are~ anyway. In many places (particularly in the lit world, which seems to be where you’re leaning) that means you start out as an assistant and spend a lot of years assisting other people with their projects before you ever touch a project that is totally yours or begin doing things where they’re trusting you to make large decisions on your own.

I’m sure whatever high school/college jobs you’ve had are the same way. You start at the register, then work your way elsewhere. Only post-college, the register might be something like “getting coffee” or “writing about cat videos.”

Anyway, my vote is to major in/spend your time on whatever makes you happiest. Take the classes that are meaningful to you, read the books that are meaningful to you, write the stuff that’s meaningful to you, because soon you’ll be an adult with a degree in a hiring pool full of adults with degrees and it’ll be up to you to decide what that means. No one outside of finance or like… medicine is going to look at a liberal arts degree and be like, “Ah yes, this one is much more valuable than another,” which can be good or bad, but usually just ends up being whatever. You’ll probably find that job-getting and job-having are much more about knowing people and being kind to people and keeping in touch with people than they are about sending a dank-as-fuck cover letter along with your poetry samples.

So don’t sweat what kind of English major you end up being, is what I’m saying. Just be your best self, and know that when you get out there you’re gonna have to hustle and shine no matter what.

sasheer:

Warpaint - Disco/Very - Keep It Healthy

Want to have pink hair’s vibes all summer. Cool tude cool lady.

jzammito:

me when nobody home

The penis in this is super mesmerizing?

(Source: the-anal-rapist, via yoncevevo)

This was great.

darkwingsnark:

He was honestly the only normal character in the whole movie.Β 

I watched Bee Movie the other week and it’s truly so, so weird.

(Source: funnuraba, via foodnun)

darkwingsnark:

He was honestly the only normal character in the whole movie.Β 

I watched Bee Movie the other week and it’s truly so, so weird.

(Source: funnuraba, via foodnun)

I’ve been watching United States of Tara and it’s smart and funny and wonderful if anyone needs something to watch on Netflix.

I’ve been watching United States of Tara and it’s smart and funny and wonderful if anyone needs something to watch on Netflix.

I got an Amazon giftcard for my birthday, so I want to invest in some dank books. Specifically short story collections, essay collections, memoir, and feminist littttt (doesn’t have to be text book-y).

Y’all have recs?

Sandwich guy: Carrots? Pickles?
Me: No, I’m fine. [minutes pass while he assembles my meal]
Him: Now you’re sure? No carrots on the side?
Me: Are you trying to get rid of them? Would it help you if I got them?
Him: Yeah, actually.
Me: Give me as many carrots as you want.
Him: [puts too many carrots on top of my sandwich]
Him: 😏
Him: 😏
Him: 😏

I leave with too many carrots.
Fade to black.

We’d talk all night and watch Showtime at the Apollo and my snake, Fendi, would just be crawling around. He’d sit on our heads while we watched TV.