John Hodgman's Twit-tastrophe

Uhm, yeah.

So, John Hodgman accidentally tweeted his cell phone number out to his 82,493 followers the other day. He meant to send it as a direct message, but then he didn't.

Since I'm already in with ALL of the Park Slope celebs, wasn't no thang for me cause I already had his digits.

But, obvs he's had to go and change the damn thing now.

So, Turturo-n-Buscemi: if you're reading this, text me bros. I'll send you out Hodgman's new celly number, yo.

(via Gawker)

Happy Birthday, Michael Jackson

I hope you don't fuck up my favorite park today.

Who's Down For A Smartmom v. Amy Sohn Jello Wrestling Match?

image via Gothamist

Glad you said it first, Gothamist, because truth be told, we had the same reaction you did upon reading Only the Blog Knows Brooklyn's review of Amy Sohn's Prospect Park West.

This line, in particular, gave us quite a chuckle:

"Is [the book] truthful? The book is filled with cliches about the Bugaboo culture in Park Slope and the parents that live there. And you know what they say about cliches...

In my Smartmom columns, I have written about just about everything Sohn covers in the novel..."

Oh, snap! Man, why did you even b-o-t-h-e-r, Amy? It's ALL been covered already!

Anyway.

Rather than bore you with our querulous take on the matter, I thought the whole thing could easily be summed up with a few choice lines from one of my favorite movies: Heathers.

Veronica Sawyer: Don't talk to me like that, ok.

Heather Duke: Jealous much??

Veronica Sawyer: Why can't you just be a friend? Why do you have to be such a mega-bitch?

Heather Duke: Cuz I can be....

REVIEW: PROSPECT PARK WEST BY AMY SOHN

Amy Sohn is a BREEDER who gets it. Like really fucking gets it.

She's a Park Slope mom, who you may have even seen breastfeeding at the "Teat Lounge" (her brilliance, not mine), or sitting amongst the Coopretards at the monthly Park Slope Food Coop meeting. She can enumerate the subtle nuances between each neighborhood playground, and has likely put in her required mommy hours at both Dizzy's and Two Boots. For all I know, she may have even thrown her kid an elaborate bday party at Kidville with clowns and that annoying guitar player dude from the Wednesday sing-a-longs. But here's the thing: she can also laugh her ass off about it all.

Self-awareness, folks--it ain't just a concept to revisit every so often in your shrink's office.  

Luckily for all of us, Sohn seems to be the most self-aware Park Slope BREEDER in the history of BREEDERS. And she's turned it all into a hilarious, dishy, tell-all of a book about  my fave nabe and yours: Prospect Park West.

I loved the shit out of this book--I really did.

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Can't Wait To Read It: Prospect Park West

Park Slope rez and former sex columnist Amy Sohn has a juicy little nugget of a book hitting the stands in September that delves deep into the lives of four Park Slope mothers: Prospect Park West. Food Coop shifts, mommy-n-me classes, boring/sexless marriages, playground dramz--its apparently all in there. Shit's so good, Sarah Jessica Parker already optioned it to turn into a TV series.

Needless to say, everyone is already talking about it (and if someone can send me ANY relevant, whiny Park Slope Parents threads, I will give you cold hard cash).

Here's the blurb from Publisher's Weekly:

Lizzie, whose lesbian proclivities mask her loneliness; Rebecca, whose libidoless spouse prefers his role as dad over husband; Karen, a social-climbing conniver; and Melora, a former Manhattanite whose psychiatric maladies are as pathetic as they are numerous. The gals in this comedy of bad manners are burned out, bitchy and beyond salvation as they maneuver to be noticed and loved.

So, yeah. I'm pretty much predicting that this is going to be my new fave book on the planet. And guess who's got themselves a MOTHERFUCKING ADVANCE COPY on the way??

Yes. We. Can.

Stay tuned for our first (and likely only) official FIPS Book Review.

(via Gawker)