About two and half years ago, before moving to Washington, D.C., I bumped into Fox News personality Kat Timpf in a hotel lobby in Dallas, Texas. We were both there for a Turning Point USA conference (she as a speaker, and I as a cheap millennial freeloading a trip to Dallas.) I'm a longtime Kat fan, so I ran up to her and asked for a photo and also whether she'd give me some advice on how I can "grow up to be successful" like her. She gave me a piece of advice that I've been

What's morality to you? In other words, what do you consider good behavior and what do you consider bad behavior? In old times, the answer may have been something like "I consider cheating or lying immoral" or "I consider kindness and love to be moral." But in corporate America, the lines between good and bad are so blurred that in many cases we've managed to flip morality completely on its head. Good is no longer good, and bad is no longer bad. Good is bad and bad is good.

I'm sitting in a cafe in Capitol Hill. It's a hot, sunny Wednesday afternoon. I'm surrounded by four tables, all occupied by women who look like they are in their fifties: one table is at my 12 o'clock, one at 1 o'clock, one at 11 o'clock, and one at 9 o'clock. Why are there so many women here?! Is this what politicians' wives do while their husbands are grilling tech CEO's in congressional hearings? I wonder. It feels like I'm at a ladies' luncheon back in Beverly Hills, whe

Washington, D.C. is a funny city. Everybody is so caught up in what everybody else thinks, yet nobody thinks that perhaps everybody else is thinking the exact same thing they're thinking. Or something. Nonetheless, so much happens in this city; so much, that if I wanted to write a book about all the scandals, lies, corruption, and juicy scandals that people pass around here I'd have to write a series. And the funny thing is, none of it is secret. It's all out in the open for

One Sunday afternoon last summer, my friend Mike and I were looking for a place to hang out at that wasn't a boring ol' D.C. bar or restaurant. So, I found an art exhibit on Facebook that seemed interesting. The event description said there would be 'experts' and 'live art demos,' so we both expected a scholarly art panel or something. I arranged with Mike to meet at the venue. A couple of hours later, we were both standing in front of a graffitied garage in Cathedral Heights