I knew I was destined to work in memes since I was a little bitty child. My pappy was a meme man, my grandpappy was an overseer in the meme mines, and my great-grandpappy migrated to this great nation to tend to the land where the memes grew back in 1997. Life on the forum farm was challenging work, and not every harvest was successful. But one year, my grandpappy struck gold, and we’ve been happy benefactors of the LOLcat fortune ever since. I can’t give away the esoteric secrets of the industry to mere rubes, but I can impart some nuggets of knowledge from my life as an internet heiress. Not all memes are winners. Some years, your crops fail, and most of your memes die within a few days. However, all you can do is salvage the memes you’ve got and hope that prosperous pastures are over the horizon. Also, being a nepotism baby helps.