It’s official. Coons is gross. And it isn’t just me saying it.
Presenting the first-ever Thirsties, for those who excel in Washington’s signature art form: trying to get on your TV screen tonight.
Hollywood has the Oscars. Broadway has the Tonys. Washington hasn’t had its own awards — until now.
Introducing the Thirsties, a celebration of the quality that defines this place.
You know what we’re talking about: the thirst. That unquenchable drive for publicity, attention, buzz. Call it what you want, This Town is full of it. The thirst can be found in staffers, lobbyists — even journalists, who are supposed to be covering the story, not angling for a starring role in it. To paraphrase a hoary old Washington line on something almost as obscene: You know thirst when you see it.
