Defend PSM (Attack PMS!)

Like many, after reading Gawker's Diary of a Park Slope Mommy I found it difficult to discern as a joke or not. (I also had a peculiar urge for lesbian milk. Don't ask, I read about it on Amazon.) The problem here is cast with the double-edged sword of dental damocles. As intended humor, it was the worst piece of shit I've ever read. (Emphasis is yours.) If it was meant to be serious or at least moderately sincere, it was also the worst piece of shit I've ever read. (That time, emphasis all mine.)

I wear my Gawker heart on a sleeve of translucent beer cups, so even when I puke on her perturbations, I can't help but also offer a wet rag and Febreze to freshen up. It wasn't long before I smelled the sweaty pits of a proposed Gawker t-shirt to honor the hopeful longevity of the new feature. Radosh/Greg, this one's for you.



Credit: YM/KDI/DB