Hot Chicks With Douchebags: The Manhattan Version
Everyone
knows that the two marks of a good blog are its ability to make fun of
a person or group of people relentlessly and its eventual cultivation
into a book. In light of Hot Chicks with Douchebags,
the paperback spawn of hotchickswithdouchebags.com, hitting bookshelves
everywhere this week, it feels appropriate to identify local douche
spots that should be avoided like the plague. Our totally unscientific
study reveals these, the five douchiest places in Manhattan, in no
particular order...Continue reading "Douchiest NYC Places to Avoid" here.
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As
if the world needed reminding that the United States is a country full
of senseless consumers with no real grasp on 1) the rapidly
deteriorating ecology of the planet or 2) reality, a dubious
company/beauty pageant called 
Jeffrey Tambor, aka George (and Oscar) Bluth from Fox’s Arrested Development, 
As
if your dreams of one day owning a Range Rover weren’t enough to give
up, here’s one more previously guileless habit you must quit
immediately lest you single-handedly bring on the course of events that
take place in The Day After Tomorrow: meat eating.
Is there a line outside your window in Midtown yet? Yeah, those would
be the hordes of people possessed to wait for 48 hours to buy a sofa
whose name they can’t pronounce. The grand opening of 