The Sexist

Boobs on Display at the Kentucky Bluegrass Ball


D.C.'s most successful hotel developer (not pictured)

"I want to be in the City Paper!" announced the tuxedoed man. He, several other tuxedoed men, accompanied by several gowned women, were enjoying cocktails at the Marriott Wardman hotel on the occasion of the 2009 Kentucky Bluegrass Ball. "I am D.C.'s most successful hotel developer," he explained.

"Do you know of some sort of scandal I might report?" I asked D.C.'s most successful hotel developer.

D.C.'s most successful hotel developer considered the question. "Here's a scandal," he posited. "My wife"—indicating a lovely woman in a black ball gown—"will grab her breast"—indicating another lovely woman in a black ball gown. "You can take a picture of this," he added.

I agreed that this display might very well gain D.C.'s most successful hotel developer access to the City Paper's pages. Or at the very least, to www.washingtoncitypaper.com, I considered privately.

"What sort of subjects do you write about for the City Paper?" asked D.C.'s most successful hotel developer.

"I write a sex column," I explained.

The tuxedoed man appeared amused. "Let me ask you this," he said, lobbying hard now to appear in the pages of the City Paper. "My wife"—indicating the decollage of a lovely woman in a black ball gown—"is considering buying her breasts"—indicating the decollage of another lovely women in a black ball gown. "Do you think that's a good idea? As a sex columnist," queried D.C.'s most successful hotel developer.

"May I have your business card?" I asked the man, now eager to place his name in the pages of the City Paper, or at the very least, www.washingtoncitypaper.com.

"No, no. I cannot do that," he replied. "Sex is the one thing I will not talk about."

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