I see I had lots of company yesterday writing about Frank Bruni’s New York Times review of a steakhouse in a tittie bar. After I read that Bruni’s piece was yesterday’s most emailed article in the Times, I did a Google blog search and saw an endless amount of commentaries on it, too.

It’s like the blogosphere is a cyberspace water cooler around which we all gather to assert our individuality through analysis and pseudo-gossip. Of course, the difference between the blogosphere and the water cooler is that everybody’s comments are written in digital stone, and later, at our leisure, we can then compare our quips in how deftly we dissected Mr. Bruni’s babblings. I looked at a couple of other people’s entries, but I immediately went into “compare and despair” mode, thinking to myself, “I should have come up with that snappy headline,” or “This blogger is much wittier than me.”

How friggin' pathetic.

It’s enough to send a man into the arms of a good stripper to forget his ego in the warmth of her breasts! Well, now I have weekend plans.