Maybe just because it’s Monday and we know you need something, anything to make you feel like there’s a God (there is, and he cannot believe how much you’ve let him down); or maybe it’s because we know the whole city needs a salve right now from the whole “ugliest city” slag (we are, but it’s like the n-word, you have to be one of us to have the right to say it). But Underboobery, who MySpace-friended us over the weekend, could put both God and Man to utter silence, and Philadelphia, it is ours, all ours. And while we cannot say whether it is LonelyGirl15 anew or just the outlet for a girl clearly in love with the undercarriage of her own, uh, carriage, what we can say is this: That undercarriage is sublime, and yes, pretty much the whole blog is dedicated to it. (That, and her recent transplant’s affection for Making Time, Justice, et al.) Oh, and also, she apparently freelances for City Paper, which is funny on a whole lot of levels, not the least of which is that, uh, seriously? She clearly did not go to LaSalle. This is what we know, and this all we desire to know.
Underboobery: We Didn’t Even Realize That Was Something Hot

This entry was posted on Monday, October 22nd, 2007 at 1:04 pm.