I saw a pair of med students in the elevator today who just made me sad -- no, really. Two young women with stethoscopes and resident IDs at the ready, weighed down with patient records and dosage crib notes and scribbled rounds notes bristling out of every pocket, and both of them shorter than Hil and slender and wispy looking, with the kind of ageless faces that when coupled with short and slender totally read as "twelve, thirteen and a half tops." Looking at them, you could just tell that they were trying extra hard to dress like grown-ups and look fierce and old and that the next person to crack a Doogie Howser joke was going to get an unpleasant surprise.
The timing of this whole conversation is weirdly charming, given the thread title.