...The answer to this question is really quite funny. After becoming an expert on the goings on of DC offices in the past two weeks, I'm afraid to say that the vast majority of entry level employees in the district wish they were us. "Impossible!" you say? Follow me after the jump for a detailed deconstruction of entry level jealousy and the true motivations behind their disdain.

Despite the appearance of being annoyed by the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I've discovered that the resentment that many of you professionals in DC have toward summer interns has nothing to do with our "I was soooo drunk" stories or the fact that some of us choose to wear khaki pants and polos instead of suits. Instead, these underpaid, newly adult 20somethings are jealous. "Of what?” you ask?

Well, let's see. We're in DC doing this whole internship thing for fun or because we love politics, public relations or activism. These people have no choice. These are their JOBS. DC, to them, is a home, not a vacation. And honestly, I only like spending hours researching the details of funding for FATA development in Pakistan when no one's making me.

Let's be real. It's only okay to go to happy hours 4 or 5 days a week when you're not a real person, by which I mean an intern. And who doesn't want to go to happy hour as often as possible? Exactly.

DRAMA. It's true. Where there interns are, there drama is also. And although this may get annoying for those involved, it provides endless fodder for discussion and an unparalleled distraction from photocopying. Unfortunately, when you're actually trying to make a career for yourself, drama and all things related are like to last week's tomatoes.

So basically, being an intern is awesome. Don't let those scornful looks from those vastly more mature (those 2 years mean a lot) and infinitely more boring 'mentors,' 'supervisors' and 'associates' get to you. They really just want to be you.

Today's sartorialist. Stunning. Also, does anyone want to take a trip to Budapest with me? If so, I'm all ears.