What The Hell Is The White House Correspondents’ Dinner?
Full Disclosure: Normally, this is the week I’m on vacation while Photo Boy handles the site, and I try to look at anything that isn’t breasts and/or celebrities. But plans changed this year, so here’s the White House Correspondents’ Dinner where apparently journalists get to rub elbows with celebrities and politicians while the country rips itself apart around them (Leave Chrissy Teigen’s breasts out of this. They can’t control the law. — Or can they?), and I had no idea this was happening. How long has this been going on? 85 years?! 85 fucking years the White House has invited the press over for fancy drinks and Hollywood decolletage? No wonder nobody trusts the media. More importantly, how do I get on that list? Because I can make one of those hats that says “Press” on it. I know douchebags. I can get a fedora on short notice.