I’d be hard-pressed to think of a worse way to spend a perfectly decent Saturday evening than by being locked in a ballroom with some of the most insufferable people in politics and media, all breathing the same recycled air and listening to the same recycled jokes. And yet, after a two-year hiatus (there’s been a pandemic on, you know), the White House Correspondents Dinner came roaring back this weekend — if by “roaring” you mean “unremarkable to the point of irrelevance.” Host Trevor Noah and President Biden dished out lukewarm bon mots and nudge-nudge-wink-wink topical references, all while guests like Kim Kardashian and Meghan McCain and CIA Director Bill Burns chewed their entrees.
