The Hipster Grifter May or May Not Be Hiding Out In Park Slope

Ok, so if you haven't read about the Hipster Grifter by now, you either don't have an internet connection or don't speak English.  But just in case you fall into one of these two categories, let me summarize the sitch for you:

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Fucking Gawker Always Gets The Best Scoop

Like this recent exchange between a disgruntled Park Slope Parents group member and the list moderator over an Easter egg hunt that went awry (and lots of other stuff...its pretty damn juicy).

(via Gawker)

Victoria Floethe Thinks Everyone In Park Slope is All Judgey-n-Shit

Ok, really: up until a few moments ago I had no fucking clue who Victoria Floethe is. And even now, after reading about her in Gawker (she's a snooty, self-anointed femme fatale, trust fund kid having an affair with Michael Wolfe), I still don't really give a shit about her. BUT, she wrote this article recently for the Spectator in the UK, telling her side of the "I never set out to ruin this person's life...I'm the victim here story" (or whatever), and she drops this little tasty nugget about Park Slope:

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Best Way To Ensure That I Will Never Ever N-E-V-E-R BUY YOUR STUPID FUCKING APARTMENT??

photo via davidfg

Yes, apparently this woman is VERY serious (and NO we are not telling you what her stupid sign says or where her stupid FOR SALE apartment is....cause we think its fucking st00pid).

(via Curbed)

Why The Fuck Is The Mere Existence of Animal Life In Park Slope "BREAKING NEWS??!!"

(ed note: I couldn't use a pic of an actual possum, b/c after the 2 min google search I conducted, I looked at some real possums and literally almost vomited all over my keyboard).

Why does everyone flip the fuck out in P. Slope when they spot "wild animals"? Why is this news?!? And I'm not talking about the pig-on-a-leash variety or the Lucky-13-Saloon-girls-on-poles-variety. A Daily Slope Message Board poster by the name of ringrunner brings us this “Breaking News!” by way of his equally important blog, “WHAT YOU DO NOT KNOW BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT ME!” Who’s the guilty party this time around? A possum.

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