Squee! Journalists in full groupie mode ahead of Tiger Beat banquet in D.C.

Jenn Taylor | 3:27 PM on April 28, 2012

Ah, Nerd Prom: second chance prom for some, the White House Correspondents’ Dinner if you’re a journalist with any sense of shame.

It’s the night journalists suspend any remaining pretense of objectivity to rub elbows with celebs like Kim Kardashian and Elle Macpherson. Oh, and to giggle like lovestruck schoolgirls while the president delivers canned one-liners.

Hmm, so maybe not that different than any other night.

https://twitter.com/#!/RelevantMom/status/196274058038480896

https://twitter.com/#!/davidshepardson/status/196288053428498433

https://twitter.com/#!/edhenryTV/status/196295435265126400

https://twitter.com/#!/edhenryTV/status/196295059606478849

https://twitter.com/#!/phuffdaddy/status/196294805108690945

https://twitter.com/#!/Alec_Wasserman/status/196283007567527936

https://twitter.com/#!/StevenTDennis/status/196042490321715200

Someone should let them know it’s not 1985 and the guys in Menudo aren’t going to sign their copies of Tiger Beat.

Sure, they try to play it off like it’s ironic. Y’know, like trucker hats and pornstaches. Sorry, journos, you’re going to have to work harder at weaving that narrative:

https://twitter.com/#!/chashomans/status/196275868761468929

https://twitter.com/#!/stevethegoose/status/196054341436702720

Those screaming girls? Probably our media.

https://twitter.com/#!/mikeziegler/status/196300017449967619

But not bad material for a Twitchy post!

Some poor souls, like the Washington Post‘s chief Occupy D.C. correspondent, won’t get to toss their panties at celebrity crushes.