Interns giving journalism lessons

Anyone have college interns who lecture others in the newsroom on journalism? Just wondering, since the one who sits next to me always asks did you put this or that in your story. It's just a minor annoyance.

 

Ask him if he put cream in your coffee?

And if he didn't, why the fuck not

 

It has always been thus with hotshot youngsters, and in fact, I probably earned a few STFUs my self before I was 25 or so.

 

Taunt him about his lack of employment opportunities upon graduation.

 

He's a girl, by the way. She's cute, but I'm married and I like my nuts where they are. The intern is just delaying the inevitable job search woes by traveling for several months after the internship.

 

Interns are good for one thing and one thing only [/billclinton]

 

Send her my way. She can critique my stories all she wants.

 

Taunt her about the lack of job opportunities and how she'll make 75 cents on the the dollar if she ever did get lucky enough to find a job.

 

There won't be a job search.

Didn't you hear? She's taking yours.

 

He would never say it to a girl, but a former colleague (RIP) would be known to point out that "I've been doing this since you were shitting yellow" to loudmouth newbies.

 

I've heard younger first or second year reporters say, 'You should do this,' or something of that regard. I don't dignify it with a response. Just ignore the comment. If they don't get the hint and again offered a suggestion, I'd jump their ass and tell them to shut the fuck up. Usually ignoring and making it clear I don't give a fuck what they think, works.

 

It's better when they care enough to want to talk about the business rather than disappearing into their earbuds.

Until the whole fucking business went down the crapper, my niece wanted to be a print journalist and was working on the high school paper. Her mom, who's never been a professional writer or designer, took over design/editing of her union's newsletter and asked me to take a look at it. I was starting to say that you don't want to have all the photos the same size, and my niece, who was about 14 at the time and hadn't said a word, chimes in: "Yeah, Mom, you need dominant art!" My sister didn't understand why I was laughing so hard.