Really?!
I didn't realize until recently the stigma wash that Monica Lewinsky gave to the word "intern". Maybe it was because I didn't have an intern until fairly recently, but I've noticed that people react to the words "my intern" with raised eyebrows and ask, "You have an intern?" in the same way that they'd ask, "You turn your living room into an S&M dungeon on the weekends?" I feel almost embarrassed when I say things like, "I was talking to my intern the other day", as though it'll inevitably produce a response like, "Woah! Too much information!"
So excuse me while I reflect back on simpler times, when you could relate an innocent story of slap-and-tickle with the intern without fear of scorn or judgment.
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We have fellows at our office, not interns, but not one of them has shown any interest to me -- one's getting married. As much as I sometimes think it's a good idea to avoid workplace entanglements, I was still disappointed.
I dunno...there's some workplace entanglements I'd like to get into. Rowrr!
By the way, because I'm such a wimp, I really should point out that I have not ever had improper relationships with any intern, and that includes any intern of any kind, anywhere. It's less a Clinton-esque denial and more a crushing admission of defeat.
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