Interns Do the Darndest Things

Lately during my intense sociological experiments that I like to call "hanging out" I've found a new and interesting phenomenon. 

Interns are to 20 somethings as babies are to thirty year-olds. 

We love them. we hate them. we ask each other for heartfelt advice, wringing our hands, on how to help them improve. We spend hours discussing new more effective ways to teach them. We swap stories about their gaffes and successes. I think I've literally  said "aw" during several of these conversations. I slave over e-mails former interns send me, making sure I'm dispening carefuly ballanced advice. This trend is disturbing. 

Are we yuppies already, prematurely parents? Or is this what happens when you have the responsibility to expand someone else's mind? You're not longer filling yourself with interesting tidbits, so all you have left to talk about are the people you are feeding information to. 

Then again, talking with a friend the other week, I lamented the failings of an intern we used to share to which he replied..."who?"

Maybe we're safe yet.