We ain't popping no Kris, that's $500 a bottle. It ain't that serious.

I would be hard pressed to explain what exactly I find so hilarious about this article speculating on Malcolm Gladwell's dating success. It's probably the second bitchiest story about an author I've read this year.* It contains so much hearsay as to practically be fan fiction, and the author's "Women really go for that?" stance gets a bit grating, but what can I say? I still laughed. And though I've never met the man, I bear him no ill will and I never skip his New Yorker articles, I proceeded to forward it at the rate of a vengeful ex-girlfriend. Sorry, Malcolm.

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*And the first one's so toxic I can't post it, so you'll just have to trust me it's a masterpiece.