Why I Hate DC

When you step into an elevator with other people, you feel compelled to: (a) Say something pleasant to each person there. (b) Look at the ceiling and sigh because they are in your space. (c) Hum a ...

I compete with strangers on the train in made-up categories such as, "Better choice of walk-to-work-flip-flops," and "More contained hair toss." I compete with work colleagues, colleagues from grad sc...

Just because I'm in a weird city like Columbus doesn't mean that I still don't hate DC. In fact, for some reason, mail being sent to me from the District isn't getting to my apartment in Columbus. And...

Too often, we fear the lightning-bolt risk - the plane crash, the identity theft, the stranger abduction - over more prosaic but statistically more-likely threats. In D.C., we let worries about crime ...

One of the recent commenters posted something randomly stupid and racist. (Shocking. I know). This Glover Park resident* claimed that living in D.C. has taught him is to "run when (he) sees a group ...

Self-hating sellout editorials like this make a lot more sense when you realize it's the same paper that hired one Mr. Andres Martinez. (WaPo editorial board = condescending assholes who fear women ...

He's the editorialist who writes something really boring called, I swear, Stumped. And who has apparently been stalking a D.C. woman who somehow failed to understand how much of a "cruel whore" she wa...

First, we have the high school tee. In a small town, if you see a grown man, one not old enough to be a grandparent, wearing one of these it usually means, "Yeah, I'm 30 and I have a kid in high schoo...

Maybe no one else has this problem, but in addition to the ever-present, "Anyone who doesn't vote for my candidate is an IDIOT" mass emails, I also get all these random forwards of crime warnings. "Wa...

Sometimes you rescue an injured accident victim from an alley. You do all the paperwork. Then you just need to get home after your shift. And you sort of forget to, what was it again? Oh yeah! You sor...