Oh, the bitchiness!

I just have to give further publicity to this particularly choice piece of NYC cattiness. From Michael Musto's column in the Village Voice. The smart money has it that said 'nerdy professor' is the author of a certain book, 'The Normality of Trouble,' or something like that.

"One of the least savory nightlife acts in a while consisted of two guys—a nerdy professor and his sweaty accomplice—trolling the clubs to round up cute guys for their after-hours house parties. The accomplice—let's call him Groundhog Day—either has had a head injury, is on drugs, or is just repetitive; he'll say hello 10 times in one night, clearly forgetting what happened just five seconds earlier. But he's outgoing and unrepentantly pestered people to come to the bashes—paid for by the enabling professor, who's straight out of Of Human Bondage—which were squalidly festive affairs, with lots of people crowding into the bathroom for God knows what cultural endeavor. I avoided this whole situation like rabies, and sure enough Bondage is now calling everyone to say I was right, seeing as Groundhog Day just did a Winona and walked off with Bondage's laptop and ATM card (after punching holes in the wall) and probably wasn't such a nice person after all. Wasn't such a nice person after all. Wasn't such a nice person after all." -- from La Dolce Musto