There is an event that takes place in Washington, D.C., every year, traditionally the last Saturday of April, officially titled the White House Correspondents' Dinner and unfortunately hashtagged as #NerdProm.

An observation: This event is not a prom for nerds. It's five celebrities and six Patron shots away from being the Golden Globes. Also, as a FOUR-TIME attender of prom, the WHCD's complete absence of Axe Body Spray, 18-person dinners at Benihana, or English teachers trying to Breathalyze me while I try to grind to Chingy does not say prom to me. Not at all.

Suppose you were given the opportunity to spend 20 seconds with the President of the United States. Just you and him. A few of his handlers watching from a short distance, of course — provided they weren't preoccupied with South American vixens. But your conversation is otherwise private. What would you say to him? Recently I was presented with this dilemma.