interns
The Exploited Laborers of the Liberal Media
Progressive media outlets talk a lot about economic inequality and diversity, but many of them are still relying on unpaid interns while their top editors and star journalists make six figures a year.
I Interned for Pauly Shore (and It Really Sucked)
"Grab me a beer from the bar, buuudddy?” Pauly Shore said to me. “Sorry, I’m only 19. I can’t buy alcohol,” I mumbled without looking up from the game of Tetris I was playing on my flip-phone. “Say it’s for Pauly. Tell the bartender you’re my...
One of Our Interns Chatted with the Founder of ‘Intern’ Magazine
Lately, unpaid interns have been suing their employers for not paying them, which has gotten people asking, again, whether not paying people for work is ever kosher. Alec Dudson, a 29-year-old former intern from the UK, is jumping into that debate with...
Kickin’ It with the ’Terns – No Pain, No Fame
One of the great crimes of late-period capitalism is the erosion of the entry-level job. We no longer pay our youngest workers to do the tasks we don’t want to do; instead we offer them class credit. At VICE, we might not be able to offer our interns...
Photographer Bobby Doherty Is Doing Pretty Well for a Former VICE Intern
Bobby Doherty used to be one of our interns, which means we forced him do terrible things. Bobby, we're sorry. He recently sent us some new photographs and we liked them so much, we decided to share them with you—because we like you, too.
I Made Our Interns Humiliate Each Other for Halloween
Originally, I wanted to personally humiliate our interns by dressing them up in the stupidest and most degrading costumes I could think of. Unfortunately, the killjoys in our HR department said I'm not allowed to do that, so instead I just gave them...
Interns: Don't Bother Uniting, You Have No Chains to Lose
Interns are naïve whelps who are rising up off their swivel chairs, shaking off their imaginary shackles, and demanding what is not rightfully theirs: a workingman’s wage. And I wish they’d just shut up.
Bloodsuckers and Condé Nast-ys
Three years ago I was running around with sociopaths and addicts. Predators who took me to the projects to spend my money on crack and heroin and snap obscene Polaroids of me when I fell asleep.