I graduated from journalism school at New York University in the Y2K era. At that time, the magazine editor was still a diety. It was the age of idling town cars and Monopoly-money expense accounts, and it was highly (viscerally, achingly) aspirational for someone just starting out in the business.
In graduate school, I’d interned for Harper’s Bazaar editor-in-chief Glenda Bailey…’s assistant. (How could I forget the time when I was 25, already a graduate of UC Berkeley, and dispatched out in the snow with a severe head cold to fetch a watch from the watch repair shop for the EIC…’s lithe assistant?)
My duties also included assembling a daily dossier of buzz-worthy topics, compiled from actual print clips in Page Six and the like, Xeroxing them (!), and distributing them to editors’ desks.