Dinner Whore or Media Whore: Probably Both, but A Whore Any Way You Look At It

I know I promised mere hours ago to not blog in the wee hours of the morning while I was falling asleep, but sometimes I find out something random that is totally infuriating that makes me violate my good word. What on earth could be making me so irate that I must break a promise and rant at 2:30 AM? It's my usual foes: cuntface whores and the New York Post. It's like the marriage of the lowest common denominators of insipidness and evil. Normally I wouldn't excerpt a NY Post article, but my little buddy Belle in the Big Apple is so over the top in it that I wouldn't want anyone to miss out. I am disgusted to present (with commentary provided by me, sort of like Mystery Science Theater 3000):

MEET THE DINNER WHORES By MANDY STADTMILLER

January 12, 2006 -- THEY'RE gorgeous. That's the first thing you notice.

How could a man resist taking these ladies to dinner, even if he suspects they might be staying in the relationship - or simply, at the restaurant - more for the pricey martinis than the possibility of marital or bedded bliss?

[Seriously! Men, like all people, love being used! How can they resist? I better keep my husband away!]

Meet today's modern - sorry, Ms. Steinem - "dinner whore."

Immortalized by frequent discussions on Craigslist, and most scientifically defined by urbandictionary.com, the frank term doesn't scare some of today's modern female daters.
"The concept of dating has changed," says 26-year-old blond bombshell Brooke Parkhurst, who estimates over the course of her 200-plus dinner-whore encounters she has run up combined tabs of $30,000 in New York and beyond. "Women used to feel like something had to be given in exchange, whereas now I'm perfectly confident that my company is enough."

[I really doubt that.]

But get to know the ladies, and see if you don't want to buy them a little dinner, too. Take Parkhurst, who says her D.W. days are long behind her now that she is dating a man who is fabulous in - where else? - the kitchen.

"It's kind of ironic," she says with a giggle. "A reformed dinner whore dating a chef."

[What is ironic about a person who loves food dating a chef? It sounds logical to me. Irony is when a chef dates someone who has no tastebuds or when a person with no teeth falls in love with a chef who hates making soup. And now that I know one of the ladies a bit, I think I'll just give more food to the homeless, who are far more deserving of a free meal.]
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If you want to read the rest of the article, go to belleinthebigapple.blogspot.com. There's a link to the Post article and also a link to Belle with her chef making gooey buns - I mean eyes - at each other. And they said feminism is dead...