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If you're looking for a $3M detached, historically-restored red brick colonial with parking in Georgetown, you read The Washingtonian. If you want some information on Arturo Sandoval at Strathmore, or who's coming to the Kennedy Center, you read The Washingtonian. If you want the inside dish on the Beltway's biggest heavies and the cryptic maneuvering of political power brokers, you read The Washingtonian.
Oh, and if you want a profile on some moron who made a bolg about the going to the zoo with a guy that doesn't even pitch in the local market that features stick figure drawings, you definitely better read the motherducking Washingtonian (print version so far--it doesn't appear to be online yet. Huh.).
So welcome fancy Washingtonian-reading people!
I apologize in advance for the disappointment, or your not getting it. But if you kinda maybe do, or just think that to be the case, and want to maybe back me a "darling" savant on the gallery scene or schedule a reading at Lisner or some artsy stuff you should totally go for it.