It has been 100 years since cherry blossom trees were shipped over from Tokyo as a gesture of peace, amnesty, and friendship between the US and Japan. This was a brilliant motion that energizes the city every spring and makes beautiful blossom petals dance in the wind. The current Cherry Blossom Festival is not without its implications, but the one I lament the most is the crowds of people. Yes, this season is exciting for me in a photography, jogging, and people-watching kind of way, but if people think I will uproot my reading spot on the side of the Jefferson Memorial to make way for their family photo with the expectation that some person won’t purposefully photo-bomb their perfect memory with a hideous grimace, bitches be trippin’.