The Washington Times reveals, gasp, female DJs in D.C. I have always wanted to be a DJ. Just like I have always wanted to be a bike messenger. Street cred. That’s what I want. Well. That may never happen. Especially since I don’t particularly understand the appeal of vinyl versus something like a CD. If I had a “comments” feature on this blog, I’m sure you all could explain it for me. Since I ain’t got that snazzy option, maybe you could just leave a note in the guestbook.