Nerve.com is looking for six New Yorkers to blog about their experiences
using the site's personal ads. Three males and three females, and you
can be sure the Real World formula will be observed — one from each
gender will be homosexual. Sounds like fun, though I won't send in writing
samples for consideration, because my blogging time is already allotted to
writing about stuff like Randy
Savage's rap album, an appreciation for Randy Savage's deceased ex-wife, and a review of a breakfast documentary starring
Classy Freddie Blassie that should have included a cameo from Randy
Savage. To give all that up would be a crime.
The project should make for some interesting reading, though. Here are some
pros and cons I see with blogging about one's dating life:
Pros:
• Nerve.com attracts a distinct type of individual (pervert) that
should make for plenty of dates with spicier endings than rum cake at a
coffee house. Have you seen some of the nude photography on that site? What
a scam. Hey, I have a digital camera. How come no tattooed Lower East Side
hotties are coming over my place to create "art?"
• The blogger should score plenty of dates from people curious to be
written about. With eight million people in New York, at least a few want to
read about how good they are in bed. Some aren't even named Donald Trump.
• Unlike Blind Date, the blogger gets to craft the only side of
the story. For example, say your date gets tired of talking about Randy
Savage and walks out of a restaurant without finishing her meal. You
can describe it as such: While waiting for the Chalupas to be prepared,
we argued vehemently over whether Jimmy Snuka or the Iron Sheik had the most
devastating finishing maneuver. But we did agree on one thing: it was time
to have sex. So we left for her place, where she called her boss to say
she'd be late in the morning and began our own style of freestyle wrestling,
with a Cinderella CD playing in the background. Instant bullshit!
Cons:
• If a date doesn't go well, ditching her follow-up e-mails with the usually effective "I'm dead" excuse isn't going to fly
when you write about an amorous adventure with an NYU grad student the next
week.
• When people at your wedding ask how you met your wife and you say, "She
responded to my ad that read, 'Single white male seeks cheap sex.'"
• Some of these chicks have brothers. And some of those brothers have
Internet connections.
Deadline for entries is Jan. 9, 2004. Don't miss this amazing opportunity to
kiss and tell. Make sure mom has the correct URL so she can read about what
her baby is doing in the Big Apple.
Other New York Links:
• Why Peter Luger's Steak Is of Highest Quality — A
quick lesson in what makes a great steak. Luger's is one of only three in
the country whose steak meets three essential criteria.
• Mr. Hipster Reviews Gray's Papaya — I thought my
eight-dog eating performance (twice that of The Fridge!) was something
special, but not after reading about the hot-dog throwing exhibition my
buddy witnessed.
• New York Publishers Fined Over
Clean Ashtray — Health inspectors raided the office of smoker
Graydon Carter, editor of Vanity Fair, and came up with the, well, smoking
gun. He ain't the only big-shot editor smoking in his office, I can assure
you of that.
• Anti-Semitic Attacks in NYC on the Rise — This from a
New York Post report: "Since Yom Kippur, four clusters of tire
slashings, involving more than 100 cars, have rocked Borough Park and Crown
Heights. In Brooklyn alone, Jewish groups counted nine incidents of swastika
vandalism since September and 14 synagogue desecrations citywide."
A subject I can sink my teeth into....
The only good thing about having been married to the fucktard (besides 3 wonderful sons) is that his family has been in the meat business for several generations and although they no longer have a retail store, they have connections. Nothing is finer than a good steak or ribeye roast, and baby, I can get the best.
The truth is you can't buy the good meat at your local supermarket. You just can't- the "best" meat isn't sold to the chains. So spare yourself buying the overhyped "Angus Beef" that your local store advertises and go to your closest butcher. The price won't be much different and the quality will be very noticeably different.
Better still is to be in good with your butcher and have him hang your meat for you and age it at his shop. He'll trim it after aging and when you take it home, you will have the best steak or rib roast you've ever had.
Dang....I'm hungry, now!
Posted by lucy at December 9, 2003 4:21 AM