To be a Philosopher is to be a Whore.

As I look despirately for internships, I've recognized the completely lack of interest people have in Philosophy. Philosophy is only interesting to people so long as you can sell it to them as relevent to thier lives, thier interests, and thier careers. What's do be done, then, but put on the red lace and hit the streets?

Just like a hooker who has forgotten love, Philosophy has numbed it's own personal interests in serving the interests of others. Yesterday, Philosophy served Religion. Today, Philosophy serves science, industry, politics.

What would Philosophy look like without her clients? That's an interesting question. An investigation into what it means to "be" perhaps? A radical self-determinism in which one's chief values are not driven by Truth's and pleasures? But what else is there? Everything else is just a sad story, without happiness or revelation.... What's wrong with sad stories?

This Pretty Woman needs her Richard.

As for jobs, my dad scored me an interview with a former co-worker of his. This guy is starting a business as a mobile burger vendor and needs handsome lads and ladies to flip burgers and flirt with customers. Just my kinda thing :)