Yep. There's a whole friggin blog about em.

That is all.

cc: STFU Parents

(via Daily Intel)

It's def cause for celebration around here when we find ourselves some other, like-minded, true-blue, ginuwine BALLERS. And so I was pretty much dancing a full on fucking jig when I happened upon: Reasons to be Happy You Don't Have Kids.

This blog is written by Karyn (@karynmurph) and sometimes her husband Eric (ericcmurphy3131), who has this to say on their blog:

"I have been with my wife Karyn for ten years – five living together unmarried, and five married. We are different than most other couples we know. We don’t want children… ever. There, I said it. When we tell people of this decision, we’re usually met with a mixture of pity and confusion. Is there really something wrong with not wanting to be slaves to crying, pooping, puking little versions of ourselves?"

[STANDS ON KITCHEN TABLE SCREAMING]

NOOOOOOOOO! There is nothing wrong with that, Eric!

And Karyn says this:

"Every day that I wake up, I am happy that I don’t have a child."

[JUMPS ON CHANDELIER AND SWINGS FROM IT]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-MMMMMMMMMMMEN, SISTA!

Since they're true BALLERS, these two just packed up all their shit and embarked on a several-month long trip to Thailand (which you can follow along with on their blog and Twitter). But also there is some hilarious shit in the archives to sift through, and you people probably have a lot of catching up to do.

Anyway.

I would suggest you add this blog to your google reader stat and follow their asses on Twitter immeds.

Just a few short weeks ago, we all joined into the collective, crowdsourced inquiry regarding whether or not there was any "fabulous" left in Park Slope (hint: there was none)...and yeah, we realized that shit had gotten a *little* depressing around good ole' Park Slob (espesh after I lost that ebay auction for that MOTHERFUCKING CHINCHILLA SLEEVED COAT!), but we pressed on and crossed our fingers that "fabulous" might somehow find its way back to us chumps.

Well, good news, bitches!

Fabulous is HEEEEEEERE!

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Ok, so yesterday I wrote all about why blogging totally fucking sucks. And I meant it--it mostly does.

But there are a *few* things about it that do kinda rule, and it wouldn't be fair to leave that shit out of the equation.

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If you're bored out of your mind, and need something to do just for kicks, start researching the "how to blog" scene. Between Google (391,000,000 results), Twitter and a few choice sites like Read, Write, Web, Copyblogger & the pre-eminent emperor of all blogging advice, Pro Blogger, you're gonna be busy learning all about this "how to blog" shit until Dakota Fanning grows pubes.

There somewhere in the neighborhood of 10 bajillion articles (I've counted) on the following topics: how to engage your readers, how to monetize your readers, how to write posts that your readers are gonna like reading, how to think of ideas for posts, how to use randomly linked words in the middle of your posts to earn extra income so you can buy more weed, how to market your blog, how to publicize your blog, how to build your "personal brand," how to ruin your "personal brand," how to use Twitter and other social networks in conjunction with your blog, how to ensure your readers will keep coming back to your blog, how to use statistical data to understand whether readers ARE or NOT coming back to your blog, how to blog about your personal life, how to not blog about your personal life, how to get your readers to give you a virtual blow job...DO YOU GET IT YET???

Of course you don't...and neither do I for that matter. That's why you, me, and 9 outta 10 bloggers keep eating this shit up like its a pile of blow at a Lindsay Lohan party. Well, here's something you don't read about often, but I'm gonna tell you anway: Blogging totally fucking sucks.

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Our blogging buds at Brokelyn are planning a little holiday get together shindig thing for Thursday night, and there's gonna be boggle!  You guys know how to spell-n-shit, right?

Everyone should go, because playing boggle while drinking will make you feel way smarter than you actually are, and then that will probably be pretty fun to watch for everyone else.

There will be $3 Negra Modelos and a $4 Brokelyn Mystery Cocktail, so everyone should plan on getting lit.

Read all about it on Brokelyn.

The Sackett
661 Sackett Street (btwn 4th and 5th aves)
7-10pm

Ok, follow along bitches cause it doesn't really get much more meta than this:

Park Slope author (and BR-ALLER) Amy Sohn, whose book Prospect Park West deliciously satirizes the nabe, makes malfatti (from a recipe by Anna Klinger from Al Di La)--a restaurant that is also mentioned in PPW--in Emily Gould's kitchen. Emily Gould used to be the editor of Gawker, a blog that previously dug making fun of Park Slope a whole hell of a lot before they got quite so big-n-important (Gawker is *also* mentioned in PPW).

Emily Gould used to dig making fun of people a lot too, until she realized that, whoops, she sorta didn't anymore. So then she quit Gawker, and wrote a controversial NYT Magazine tell all about what its like to live your life in the public eye. After that, everyone kinda hated the shit out of her for awhile, but she wasn't sweatin it, b/c she got a whopper of a book deal.

Right.

So now Emily Gould lives nearish to Park Slope--the neighborhood that, just as a reminder, is the very one Amy Sohn makes fun of in HER book PPW. And Emily kinda makes fun of people who make fun of Park Slope in her post for This Recording entitled: "In Which Emily Gould is Bored to Death of Brooklyn Cliches." And some people are kinda hating the shit out of Amy Sohn now, for further reinforcing the idea of of these Park Slope cliches by making fun of them all in her book, but she's not sweatin it because Sarah Jessica Parker optioned her book for an HBO series, AND she's already working on the sequel.

Fuckin A.

Pretty trippy, huh?

Sidenote: my fave Emily Gould memory is that pic of her (scroll down), flipping us all off in her red bathing suit. I remember seeing it on the day it was published on Gawker and being utterly fascinated/impressed/jealous of the self confidence required to not only pose for a pic like that, but to come up with the fucking idea in the first place.

So, anyway, now Amy Sohn and Emily Gould are making pasta together in Emily's kitchen and I, for one, can't look away.

If you want to cook more books with Gould, head on over to Emily Magazine.