To dear Ms. McCabe,
Helen, am I worthy of even calling you that? Probably not, but I’m thinking I will get personal anyway and hope for the best.
I doubt you have seen, or even heard of my blog. If you were to take a look through it, which you don’t have to, I mean don’t feel obliged or anything, but I would be really excited if you did…you would see that I am quite unhappy with being a journalism graduate that is stuck working in retail aka my own personal version of hell.
I feel unfulfilled and uninspired.
Writing is my passion, organisation and order come a close second and third, but they are another story (best shared over some AWW scones from the test kitchen). I am writing to you, in this impersonal and public setting, in the hope that baring my heart to you will at least instil you with enough pity to allow me the opportunity to intern with you.
I know the usual avenue to secure an internship with publications, call the Editorial Assistants; they deal with you and try and fit you in. My theory is, why go there when you can just ask the woman at the top (that is you) in such a public manner that she admires your chutzpah?
Now I bet you are wondering, why should I bother reading on? Well, Helen (remember I agreed to get personal), despite being a 24-year-old male with a beard and penchant for footy shorts, I also am possibly the most stereotypical Australian Women’s Weekly reader.
You see Helen from a young age I have always enjoyed cooking and baking. When I was five it was more about licking the batter from the sides of the bowl when Mum was done making something (like a train cake…for example), but a true love has evolved from these initial encounters and I now get to relish in the unbridled joy of creating culinary delights. Each month I ogle at the delights resting within your pages and think to myself, thank god for Pamela Clark.
My passion for baking leads me to my next point; I look up to and would like to be Nigella Lawson. I love her, and not just for her beautiful curves, soothing voice and flirty manner. There is such a joy about the way she cooks; her desire to infuse the food with love to nurture her family is beautiful and something I believe most Weekly readers aspire to do when cooking for their loved ones.
I am an avid user, and believe strongly in, SK-II. What does this have to do with The Weekly? Well like the many professional women that turn to The Weekly each month. I understand the importance of caring for your skin and take pride in my appearance.
Despite being male I am a strong believer in feminism and gender equality. People like Ita built ACP into a place where women’s interest magazines were able to act as a voice for change, whilst being a voice for all women. To be involved in continuing this culture would be an honour.
Like most of your readers (and the world), I was transfixed by the beauty and joy of the recent Royal Wedding. The love that underpinned the entire day was truly wonderful to witness, and when teamed with some celebratory wine, I was unable to control my emotions. It gave hope to so many that dreams can come true and that fairytales exist…maybe that is where the courage for this letter has come from?
So despite being almost the polar opposite of what is typically viewed as The Weekly’s reader, I hope I have shared enough about me so that you can see how perfect a fit I would be at The Weekly…and allow me the privilege of interning with you. Whilst trapped on the selling floor this week, I have spent my time organising potential outfits that are suitable for me to wear at The Weekly and I just can’t stand the thought of that organisation going to waste. I even arranged for outfits that look like I’m wearing pants!
I love your magazine and what it stands for…and having the opportunity to be involved with a publication that my mother has been subscribed to for longer than the duration of my life would be such a wonderfully surreal experience.
That and you are beautiful…just saying.
Warmest Regards,
Ben
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