NY Post Twats Get Paid to Grouse

There's a line that you don't cross, between getting PAID to rant, and having to do it FREE on a fucking blog.

That line is called the LABIA.

Twats are allowed to be bitchy. Maybe because it's their craft. If men get acidic and nasty, it's encroaching on twat territory. The exceptions would be fags, from Oscar Wilde to Kenneth Williams.

I suppose the manly thing to do is not to write about things you hate, but stay illiterate and go around punching people. Or convert your rage into punk rock songs and growl them on stage while drooling all over your oversized boots.

The NY Post has all kinds of lame-brained opinionated vaginas that can somehow slime over a keyboard. From Cindy Adams (or her ghost writer) and depisable Andrea Peyser to THIS slit, they all get paid to huff and puff on any silly topic.

HUH? This is an article? Somebody PAID to print it??

PS, where the FUCK do you get a byline name like Haley Goldberg? I didn't Photoshop that one. It sort of suggests some chick was sitting on a black ledge above a Kosher Deli. But I digress.

Yes, it natters on and on and on.

This is the main problem in Goldberg's life? That snotty women mince around with their coats draped over their shoulders?

Finish it up, Hale:

Zzzz. Oh. I fell asleep.

As veterans of this blog know, I have NEVER writen anything about women "draping their coats over their shoulders." I hate most everything, but that's just too trivial to bother with, especially for a thousand words or more.

Succinctly, I'll mention the male version of this.

It's faggots and metrosexuals who drape their sweaters over their backs, and LOOSELY tie the sleeves across their chests.

No, I won't bother finding a photo.

But what could I write about it except: "You pretentious pussified gents probably also think a butt plug is a pants accessory."

END of RANT.

I also hate ANYONE who props their sunglasses atop their head and parades around that way. Again that's not worth more than a Tweet, not a full Post article. Here:

"Narcissistic nitwits want everyone to know they own a pair of Fey-Bans? FUCK you. Anyone with their sunglasses perched on their heads should get a a poke in the eyes.

End of RANT.

A few lines is all that's needed, but look at what Haley Goldberg did. She menstruated all over the bloody place.

Since there are plenty of women and fags in the publishing world, you're seeing less and less of the Norman Mailer types. Or ME. Go to a newsstand and there's no SCREW and few other sex mags, but a ton of chittery-chattery Madem-mouse-elle mags.

There are very few outlets anymore for any kind of comical criticism. At best, some slightly minty film critic gets snarky over the latest Adam Sandler movie. Maybe somebody writing for Hustler is allowed to fucking curse and get paid for it, in taking down some celebrity asshole. Taibbi in Rolling Stone is allowed gratuitous cursing, even if it makes Jann Wenner tremble and wet himself. Or Taibbi.

And so it goes. I write my blunt, hilarious copy free on an obscure blog. And this Goldberg cunt gets paid to simper about women wearing their coats over their shoulders.

The end result is basically the same; nothing changes. Except Goldberg was able to cash a check. She can drape it over her shoulders or stuff it up her puss.