School holidays for the children of the affluent used to be about doing nothing in particular. Tagging along to a sun-baked villa, perhaps, or slouching around Verbier in search of familiar Harrys and Rosies. For the unlucky facing an exam year, there might be a week or two of cramming. But otherwise, these were the weeks of indolence and precious irresponsibility, the time to charge the batteries for the looming decades of early mornings in the City.
Not any more. The battle for jobs is starting ever earlier, creeping grimly into these teenage years in the form of the ‘internship’. This is no summer job in a pub or a shop to make a bit of money, but a full-blown, put on a suit and go and lurk around adults professional try-out. There is of course little a 17-year-old can realistically contribute to an investment bank or law firm, but this does not stop them elbowing each other aside for that first rung on the path to the boardroom.
In America, the professionalisation of the teenage holiday has reached absurd levels.
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