In which the Huffington Post gives Ferris Bueller and that chick with legs like knotted tree-trunks press for going on a date.
The headline reads "Sarah Jessica Parker And Matthew Broderick's Night Out After Babies".
What.
I mean, it's not like Parker carried her twins for 9 months. Nah, she left that job up to a surrogate so that her ming wouldn't hang like a wizard sleeve. So, what exactly is the relevance of this article? Are we intended to somehow feel good for this couple because they went to some trendy party and talked cod-shit to people they don't realy care about?
Journalism in action.
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Tuesday, July 21, 2009
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