via amber, i see that a blog has been started in nyc wherein women take cameraphone pics of men who harass them on the street and write about the experience (they've got a wiki, too). who's telling who to smile now, biatch?

yay! rj3 and i went to the chicagoist happy hour at monk's downtown last night. they had a $200 tab, and i got two free drinks out of it, which is more than those jerks at DCist ever did for me. jerks. though rj3 and i are apparently d.c.-troverted and spent most of the night chatting with each other about, including other things, the differences between chicagoist and dcist and the blogging scenes in each city, we did meet chicagoist's editor, rachelle, who was a super sweet heart and who, it turns out, also loves pandas! whee! i especially liked her because she listened patiently to us explain the butterstick phenomenon without once calling us idiots.

chicagoist's report is here, and you can see rj3 and me in a photo here. i need a haircut.