Mary Rambin, alleged grown ass woman, offers us yet more proof that she is incapable of living an independent life as a functioning adult:

Hormones suck.

As I sit here sobbing, attempting to work through tears, I have to wonder if cramps might be a more pleasurable side effect to menstrual hormones.  For years I became bortchy and irritable with minor cramping.  Now, I’m just a wet mess.

Guys, it’s not like you’re exempt from this.  You have to deal with Aunt Flo (I hate that term) and all of the baggage she brings into your life, so stop cringing.  You might learn something useful.

I went to Mom for a hug, but that remedy quickly wore off.

So I turn to you. If your period takes you on an emotional roller coaster, how do you deal with it?  Aside from chocolate.  Or curling up in a ball in bed.  Been there done that. Do you have any truly effective?  Or am I just screwed for a few days?

Ok…what the ? She is 30 geedee years old and she hasn’t learned to cope with her period without going to mommy for a hug???

Let me tell you how most adult women deal with being a sad bortch for 2 days, Mary: they go to work and carry on with their lives, and drink a dang martini and watch the Hallmark channel. They don’t run to mommy for a hug or beg the ENTIRE INTERNET for advice on how to deal with something you should have mastered around age 14.

Poundcake O’Jobless, writer in Brooklyn, now has a man and you don’t. In some rambling post about leaves and some lady who wrote or painted about leaves or zzzzzz sorry what? is this weird little nugget:

As someone who just yesterday asked her boyfriend, “Did you like your ex-girlfriend more than me at this stage of your relationship?” I would like to say, KUDOS, LEANNE SHAPTON.

So do we change her name to Twinkie now? GET IT? Ok, I’m disgusting. But seriously, does she have a boyfriend now? Because…I mean, good for her, but…just, weird. I guess guys like annoying girls with no useful skills? What am I saying, of course they do, or Kendra would not have a reality show. Carry on.

Mary Rambin, not a part of fashion week, has imparted another sweeping generalization about men – they do not understand booties with dresses:

Simple styling tip: For your evening ensembles over the holidays, choose booties instead of stilhettos.

You can revive your old LBD from last year or take your sequinned cocktail dress from pretty to femme fatal.

I’ll be honest, men are still a little confused by the combo, so if you’re going on a date, opt for the sexy pump.  Go the booty route if you’re dressing to impress the scenesters.

Take your look from “pretty” to “fatal”, just slip on some “booty”! Unless you are on a date, because men will judge you if you aren’t sexed up!

Ok, let’s just ignore the misspellings, because I just don’t have the give a Crap to go into that right now. What I want to know is, is this all these women have time to worry about? What shoes some guy will prefer with your dress? Why don’t you wear what YOU want? Because I don’t know about you women, but if a guy is judging my shoes he will likely be feeling one on his ass by the end of the night. Who even notices that? What kind of date are you on that you have time to contemplate the other person’s footwear? Sure there might be men like that out there, but they can’t ALL be like that.

I don’t get why she insists on posting these moronic observations. First of all they just make it sound like she’s reading a Ladies’ Home Journal from 1957 full of “girls men are slobs so don’t nag!” and other trite male stereotypes. Second, in this case at least, the little nugget adds nothing to the overall post. It’s just some obvious attempt at wit.

Honey how about you keep these little gems to yourself. All those 45 year old men you hang out with might think your Donna Reed attitude towards men is cute, but for those of us not trying to bang you, it’s not that adorable.  Just stick to drinking and sunbathing.

Meaghan O’Connell, the incompetent nincompoop formerly of tumblr, isn’t really hurting. She’s obviously keeping herself super busy getting that next edition of “Coming & Crying” ready, doing editrix things:

I am editing a teenager’s memoir.

While the rumors of her being fired from tumblr are officially being kept quiet, insiders say the story of what went down is “messy and unclear” and that they assume she was let go because “she hadn’t really been doing her job for months she was mainly working on her book”.

Sources also reveal that Poundcake is evidently still drawing her salary. So I guess that means she’s still getting paid by tumblr to do nothing? Not sure how that is any different than her relationship with tumblr before, but ok.