it's like high school, only without the inferiority complex (but all of the shallowness)

the scene: my office.
the players: the two youngest members of our office, girls fresh out of college (and only a year younger than i am, i would like to point out) and very impressed with their personal cool quotient; the vaguely nebbish law intern who is hopelessly smitten with both of these tiny, lithe girls.
the choice quote of the conversation: "ohmygod, you know jerry seinfeld? like, jerry seinfeld?you used to wash his car? his CAR? oh my god i love him. which one? you know he just bought, like, an entire garage because he has SO MANY CARS. i love him."

it's totally just like high school, down to the realization that once again my place in the social hierarchy is to be the sarcastic bitch, just as theirs is to be pretty and conscious of social standing.

at least i dress better now.