DC is an odd place.
The only thing more surreal than living in a town full of grown-ass adults who weren’t quite popular enough in High School (and suffer from the most excruciating status anxiety because of it) is our collective half-ass attempts at being cool, most of which fizzle like a bottle of San Pellegrino that’s been left open for three hours.
We’re a sadly lovable tribe of Type A sycophants and attention-grabbers trying to make a living, find love, and create lives of worth.
So let’s celebrate that by acknowledging and honoring what makes us…us: the mediocre and the sublime.
After all, we wouldn’t want to drain the swamp without each other.
The creatures that inhabit the Washington, DC political swamp are a special breed: we like to work hard, play hard, and win awards. The Swampies were designed to cross partisan lines and celebrate what we do best: make noise, promote stuff, and get attention.