I’ve never lived in Washington DC, but Lord knows I want to someday. Along with San Francisco, it’s my favorite city in the US: nice people, nice weather, nice landscape, and an overall fun place.

But Philalawyer has totally rained on my parade, giving a brutal account of post-college graduation life in the city.

Stacy had moved to DC after college to save the world. She worked for a feminist think tank, advocating progressive social policies, regulations and legislative initiatives. She’d told me the central topics of the mental masturbation sessions that went on in her tank, but damned if I can recall it. I’d been a law student during those conversations. I was spending three, sometimes four, maybe even five days a week listening to dreck; I had no intention of paying attention to hers. I’d just stare and smile. “Fascinating” (cue to picture of monkey eating banana and scratching it’s ass above my head).

DC is one of those stop-off cities where a lot of people live for a few years after college. You work at some horribly underpaid job on the Hill or in some quasi-governmental organization for a time and, when your friends start to move and you decide you need to get paid, you leave. It’s a nice place to park your lazy ass for three or four years after school, going out five nights a week without the tests, classes or tuition of graduate school. It’s even alleged to have a 2:1 women to men ratio, and there are many hot young women on the Hill and in the numerous Universities around town.

Brutal, hilarious—some of the best writing on the web. Sit back, relax, and go read the entire 3,000 words of the post for yourself.

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