OH HOW THINGS HAVE NOT CHANGED

Vanity Fair reprints a piece by Dorothy Parker printed in the May 1919 issue of the magazine, and it's prophetic, witty (duh) and maybe a slight bit painful in how little things have changed in nigh a hundred years.
Anyone who works in magazines and/or has ever been familiar with the day-to-day of Conde Nast will feel a slight burning sensation in their eyes while reading such I-coulda-wrote-it lines as:

They [Art Department] are forever discovering Great Geniuses;
They never fail to find exceptional talents
In any feminine artist under twenty-five.

and

Then there is the Editorial Department;
The Literary Lights.
They tell you what good training editorial work is.
But they don't mean to stay in it--
Some day they will be Free Lances
And write the Great Thoughts that Surge within them.

and

Then there is the Fashion Department;
First Aids to Baron de Meyer.
If any garment costs less than $485
They think you ought to give it to the Belgians.

and

There is the Boss;
The Great White Chief.
He has some bizarre ideas
About his employees' getting to work
At nine o'clock in the morning,--
As if they were a lot of milkmen.
He has never been known to see you
When you arrive at 8:45,
But try to come in at a quarter past ten
And he will always go up in the elevator with you.

HOLLER IF YOU HEAR ME. P.S. I bet $30 this shit gets circulated widely from the VF site; magazine employees love to do nothing more than talk about magazine culture. Don't tell me if it's already on Gawker, I don't read that spittle.