Our friends Anna and Shannon — yes, that Shannon — started a new blog a few weeks ago, dedicated to what we’ve long known was their favorite pastime: The Chasing Of The Boys. It’s called Shmitten Kitten, and while we would normally shudder at the very Candace Bushnell of it all, we know better: If any ladies of the ‘Delph we know have suffered the Philadelphian phools some of you like to call “men” and can comment on them, it’s these ladies. (Besides, in the interest of full disclosure, we must tell you: We are red-facedly obsessed with Lipstick Jungle. More on that later.) Anyway, not just content to dish in the written word, Anna and Shannon have recently gone full-on Audubon Society and set pen to paper with a series of drawings depicting the Philadelphia male, in the wild, and with copious notes. So far, there has been Fishtown Married Broseph, West Philly Bike Punk, South Philly Dandy, and, perhaps the most grotesque, Barbary Boy. (That’s FM Broseph at right; click to enlarge.) Collect (and drunkenly suck face with) them all! But personally, we’re holding out for, say, Fey Rittenhouse Lawyer. After all, a girl’s got to have standards.
ShmittenKitten: It’s Like The Schmitter, Except You’re Holding The Salami

This entry was posted on Tuesday, March 4th, 2008 at 12:17 pm.