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Dooce Posts About A Man, Internets Goes “Who?”

Four months after announcing her impending divorce and a few weeks after moving to a new home, Dooce has begun to tease the internets into guessing who her new male friend is. As she was leaving NYC after a trip for work, she posted a pic of four boots stating:

At the airport, headed home, missing @matttuff already

The post sparked instant chatter about whether the pair are dating. Since the rumors about this man’s connection to Dooce started back in February, it’s hard to know whether this is a vague confirmation or merely an attempt to stir up speculation and publicity.

Either way it certainly has both fans and detractors wondering: “Who is Matt Tuff?”


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Dooce Moving Out Of Stately Dooce Manor

After a mere 6 or so months on the market Stately Dooce Manor has sold.

Last month I sold this house, this beautiful place that I once thought would be the scenery of my future. In about a week I’ll be living elsewhere and the girls and I will continue to make memories there.

Let’s hope her new residence isn’t some terrible downgrade to a 7 bedroom 5 bath house. I’d hate to think of her living in such squalor. But since Dooce says “if the last year and a half of my life has shown me anything it’s that a really beautiful house is not in and of itself happiness,” maybe she’s figured out the ego boosting aspects of owning a mansion don’t really match with the staggering costs of maintaining and unloading such an elephant.

Of course, this move will also provide her with at least a year’s worth of decorating posts as she transitions into a “single mommy blogger”. So hey, double bonus!


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Dooce’s Life Still Very, Very Hard

Heather, breath of musty air, has found the solution to shivering in her mansion – go on another trip. After taking a moment to mock her daughter’s card, Dooce evidently boarded a plane to spend Valentine’s Day in New York City:

 …where I took some time to sleep and eat and wander around aimlessly like a proper tourist, forcing myself to release what had become some sort of death grip on the sails of life and work and the idea of my future.

In order to cope with the neverending stress of being Dooce, she did touristy things like take pictures of men standing in front of subways and hanging around the Empire State Building, which is obviously how most mothers want to spend their Valentine’s Day.

If this is “the winter where I’m doing the best I can to save money on my heating bill”, why is she spending money to jaunt off to NYC for a Valentine’s Day “sleep and eat”? I mean, she never says anymore why she takes all these trips but since she states that all she did was eat, sleep, and mosey around being a tourist contemplating the Titanic that is her life and brand, one assumes this is something she paid for herself.

Which…honestly, fine, whatever. She can spend her money on what she wants. Mostly *I* want to know why can’t she sleep in her own house? She’s constantly running off to hotels to “sleep”. Either that house is sitting on an evil burial ground and she truly is unable to get a blink of sleep for weeks at a time, or she’s not taking all these trips just to “sleep”.


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Dear Kid, Dooce Enjoyed Your Valentine’s Day Card

While millions of people sat alone on February 13th wondering how to avoid the next day, Heather Armstrong, mansion buyer, sat staring at a card from her daughter. Ever the loving, accepting, uncritical mother, Dooce proceeded to post her feelings about her daughter’s effort for the internet to read:

My favorite part is that I have no neck. My head is just attached to my torso. And it’s as wide as my torso. And my skirt is so short that you can see my perfectly square lady parts. Just focus on that and you won’t freak out about the fact that I have no feet.

I get that this is her schtick – complaints or sarcasm about absolutely everything – but just once couldn’t she just say “thank you darling, it’s wonderful”, stick it on the fridge, and spare her child yet another public round of her snark? The time to mock this sort of thing is when she’s 20 and then you pull the card out and privately lol at it together. But right now she’s a little kid. Give her a damn break, lady.


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Dooce Heating Crisis Sparks Rumors Of Money Trouble

Heather Armstrong, supposedly can’t type ‘dude’, started people wondering about her financial state when she posted  last Thursday that she is now only heating small portions of Dooce Manor:

This morning when I checked the weather on my phone it said it was nine degrees outside…This is not normal for Utah, and it just happens to be the winter where I’m doing the best I can to save money on my heating bill. The heat is on in the girls’ rooms and in the living room where they spend most of their time. However, I do not have heat in my bedroom or bathroom. The thermostat last night said it was 51 degrees in there.

Of course it could be as simple as Dooce trying to minimize the wastefulness of heating the unused rooms in her mansion. But considering it was this side of two years ago that the New York Times was estimating made “an estimated $30,000 to $50,000 a month or more”, one has to wonder if this is a sign that the Dooce media empire is winding down.