Dating in Park Slope REALLY IS Stupid [We're All Going to Die Alone]

If there's one thing we've established here at FiPS (besides the whole "babies are the devil and where's my local organic arugula, goddamnit?" thing), dating in Brooklyn can kind of suck. And in Park Slope...well, it's something of a death wish. So, naturally, as a freshly-single-holy-fuck-I-forgot-how-to-do-this-dating-thing young woman, I'm ostensbily already screwed. But stir in this post from Brooklyn Is Stupid, and I basically want to end it all.

This week, a guest blogger on Brooklyn Is Stupid posted her (incredibly stupid) tale of dating a Park Slope writer. She makes a hell of a case for why dating blows in the entire borough, "Brooklyn has an abundance of over-educated, under-employed, whiny, artsy types. They’re overly analytical and egotistical, and tend to wear skinny jeans," but adamatly throws writers on the top of the pile for the most insane. And she posts an actual email recieved from a writer she'd gone out with three times to prove it.

I'll let you hop over and read the 561-word email, but suffice it to say, it involves the phrase "deep-rooted for lack of a better term angst" and includes three footnotes. Poor dude. Ten bucks, a Robicelli's cupcake and a devoted blog post if one of you owns up to being the author.

(Oh, did I mention I'm a single writer living in Park Slope? Let's stop with the games already, gents: the queue starts to the left.)