NFL Network Reporter Jane Slater's Being Dragged For Posting An Unpaid Internship Opportunity

NFL Network reporter Jane Slater broke a very big unwritten rule on Twitter Monday. She engaged with the Twitter mobs who attacked her for posting an unpaid internship opportunity on the social media network. Jane, who started the day with an unpaid appearance on the Dan Patrick Show, set off a three-alarm fire when she stepped foot on the mean streets of offering up an unpaid internship.

"Broadcast journalism students: exciting internship opportunity for you. Can you set up well lit zoom/Skype calls, record, edit them and want access to the league’s top draft prospects?," Jane tweeted, adding "Unpaid. Great experience. Inbox me."

"Please send me a link w editing work. This is less about your journalism experience and more editing, coordinating and having working knowledge and enthusiasm for draft prospects and football."

And with that, it was go time! The college students of 2021 and the wokes entered the chat room.

I'll spare you the greatest hits of comments Jane received for posting the internship. You can go read the comments of people losing their minds over the audacity Jane had to post such an insulting opportunity. The wokes even went as far as digging into Jane's bio to reveal something she said about her grandfather supporting her financially.

The wokes want Jane to recognize the (white) privilege she has/had that afforded her the opportunity to work internships that got her ahead in the sports media field. Blah, blah, blah. This is what Jane received for posting an internship.

Now for my opinions on the matter:

• Jane has to quit reading her mentions

• The wokes will bitch about anything and everything

• Posting an unpaid internship isn't a crime; an employer using unpaid interns might have to deal with those unpaid interns if they join together and file a lawsuit

• As a website owner, I hated using unpaid interns. For the most part, they were worthless. I had to spend my day explaining to them how to use WordPress, how to come up with content ideas, how to be productive on social media, etc. No thanks. Go teach yourself like I had to do. I had Kevin the Intern with me for about six years, paid him the entire time and went to his wedding. His wife still sends me Christmas cards, even though she wasn't happy the one year when I paid for Kevin's trip to Vegas to attend the AVN convention. Then I had Danny the Intern, who was with me for a few years and became a valuable member of my team, but I rode his ass non-stop until he became a trained blogging assassin. Now he's working for the NBA on TNT getting Charles Barkley coffee or something like that.

• The wokes act like only wealthy white privileged people go out and do internships. Uh, there are plenty of us white people who weren't the least bit financially secure working unpaid internships. You have your stories, I have mine.

• My internship career started in high school within the ECHL as a stick boy. My dad's fishing buddy was the team's equipment manager and promised to pay for a Canadian fishing trip if I worked with him in return for the Canada blowout as a reward. The only cash to be made was from working the visiting team's locker room doing what clubbies do. We're talking about double-A hockey in the 1990s. The visiting teams would throw you $20, maybe $40 if they were headed home on a winning streak. It was enough to fill up my piece of junk car's gas tank and grab a 12-pack of Busch Light. That's it.

• The wokes can never take away the experiences I had on those bus rides to Toledo, Erie, Johnstown, Columbus and Wheeling being passed cold ones from the boys. Suck it, wokes, you're not shaming me out of those memories.

• The coach of that team, Jim Playfair, ended up as the Calgary Flames head coach for a season. Sometimes I think back to training camp when he would tell me to take the family car, a woody grocery-getter wagon, to grab players at the team hotel and bring them to the arena. I was 17 and the coach had me driving his car to get these 22-year-old rookies in his wagon. All I can do is laugh thinking back.

• And I interned in the International League where I prayed for no extra innings. One of my jobs was to go grab meals from local restaurants to feed the local media. That meant a solid relationship was formed with bartenders and bar owners who knew I was an intern. Then they took care of me. The secret was going to get the food early enough to take advantage of those relationships.

What did we learn here? Either you can take the unpaid gig and make it work or you can't. It's not difficult.

And don't read the mentions. That's it. We're all good here.