That's Two B's, But Not Right Next To Each Other

Did you read NYPress's Best of Manhattan issue? Me neither, but I was just alerted to this entry.

★ Best Blogger Fall-Out

Who knew you spelled schadenfreude O-X-F-E-L-D? After exactly a year copiloting Gawker.com's snarky keyboard with Jessica Coen—who's oft-preoccupied penning beauty fluff for Elle—Oxfeld's I'm-a-gay-Jew shtick grew as thin as matzah. Really, we know you're frightened of pink tacos. Did you have to remind us every third post? Then came the squabble, and e-mail kafuffle, with media nut-job Nikki Finke. None of this boded well for Oxfeld, whose one-year contract was running out right around the July 4th weekend. You know, the perfect time to dump unwanted stories—and deadweight employees. So one fine afternoon, right before fireworks exploded high above the sky, Oxfeld was kicked deep into the gutter. His wordy weapons were removed, rendering him as defenseless as caged veal. We'd call it a fall from grace, but how far can you really drop when you’re only sitting at a computer chair in your grimy, two-day-old boxer shorts, nursing a sweet hangover and perceived superiority?

Who knew you spelled kerfuffle F-U-C-K-Y-O-U-I-W-O-R-K-F-O-R-N-Y-M-A-G?