|No doubt about it - Georgetown
scenesters have caught spring
fever. The object of their affection
however isn’t the newest tipsy,
Lilly-clad temptress to get her B.A. in only six
years. Something much more basic – self-love –
has got them swooning this time, and the idea of
airing their trysts, nights out at The Rookery and
brunches at Peacock Café with anyone who has a
computer or a television.
It all started when the
first casting call went out for
a PB & J TV production of
a Washington-based reality
show centered around
that perennial bastion of
good taste, Late Night Shots.com. It seemed
like a good fit: PB & J is a reputable production
company behind such E! (or whatever) channel
favorites as Miss America Reality Check and Sports
Illustrated Swimsuit Model Search.
Late Nights Shots is the place to go if you
want to seriously debate whether oral sex in
public is trashy. But, a TV show based on the
after-hours debacles of young Washington?
It’s definitely not the type of self-exploitation
that you’d think future politicians would sign
up for, right? Wrong. It seems that younger
Washingtonians are more eager for their fifteen
minutes of fame than anybody guessed.
While no official casting announcements have
been made, don’t rule anyone out. Most would be
surprised to learn that man-boy-about-town John
Cecchi was twice selected to be The Bachelor and
asked to audition for The Apprentice. (He wisely
declined all of these opportunities). Hometown
hotties Lanah Hamilton and Tessa Horst both
went looking for love on the The Bachelor, as well.
||There is no shame in self-promotion these days.
The easiest way to broadcast one’s coolerthan-
thou life is starting a blog. The Washington
offerings range from interesting experiments with and sustainthe English language to downright drivel. Not that
anyone’s dropping their Economist to read this stuff.
You’re right to feel a bit of US-Weekly brain-death
guilt while reading items such as:
“Yesterday was an absolutely fabulous day as
we rallied a dozen wonderful ladies for a brunch at
Café Milano.” It’s a guilty pleasure populated by its
own characters; there’s the bonne vivante former
Miss D.C. Kate Michael on www.KstreetKate.
net; the gold-standard:
Pamela Sorensen on
and zealous new-comer
Katherine Kennedy: www.
Each month these
sites receive several thousand visitors who just
have to know how the writers hit The Park on
Fourteenth, then met up with Wright Sigmund
at L2, went to the chef ’s table at Teatro Goldoni,
followed by the Four Seasons for another drink,
after which they woke up today and are “sooo
psyched!” to do it all over again.
Rumor has it that one blog has many “green”
themed postings because the bloggette hopes
to woo the handsome Phillippe Cousteau,
while another recently started her bolog
to position herself as a blogger for their
Instead of posting
||on a website,
one young Georgetown socialite
actually takes it upon herself to
email hundreds of strangers regaling
them with her daily escapades.
Last’s week message, titled “My
60 Seconds of Fame on Saturday”
(insert smiley face icon here)
chronicled onstage jumping up and
down and included photographs
of her night with the band
Burnt Siena. You have to
give her credit, however. It’s an original way to self-promote.
More recently, people have taken to
conducting popularity polls on Latenightshots.
com. “Who’s the most popular in scene?” “Who’s
the most popular at the bars?” “Who’s the new
IT girl?” Pray your name never ends up as the
subject of these postings.
There’s something very important in the art
of interpersonal relationships. Everyone seems to
have forgotten that subtlety is the most effective
way of becoming popular, and always has been.
People we really notice are the ones who aren’t
trying to seize the spotlight, but instead are
making a difference in this city. Take the subject
of last month’s “Who’s Next,” Phillippa Hughes,
a steady hand in the art community. We called
her; she didn’t call us. People whom we should
be paying attention to would never grab the
cyber-megaphone. Remember who the real
stars of this show are, and they’ll be around a
lot longer than it takes to blog a liquor-promo
cocktail party at this month’s hot
new bottle service club.