Last night I went to a mixer where moms meet with potential babysitters. A sort of speed dating for babysitters. It was held in a trendy little boutique, and I was one of the first moms to arrive. There were about 15 very young, very cute, very trendy college girls milling around, all dolled up, made up, dressed in their trendiest best, bejeweled and mani-pedi'ed. As if it were sorority rush, and us moms were the cool girls they hoped to be accepted by. (And I couldn't help but think: only a young girl would think she'd improve her chances of getting a babysitting/nanny job by looking like a total hottie...)
Every last one of them was so darn cute and peppy and ambitious and ready to take on the whole wide world -- it really made me feel old and remember those days?
What really got me was one of the girls telling me she was only available at nights, because she'd just gotten a summer internship with an ad agency in Boulder.
Being in the business, I asked: "Which one?"
"Um, Crispin Porter, um..."
"Bogusky?"
"Yes," she said, as though it were the biggest coincidence in the world, "Have you heard of them?"
I only chuckled and congratulated her on landing the bomb of all internships.
"What will you be doing?" I asked.
"I have no idea," she said.
Ah, to be young again.
