For proof the PG's inevitable downward spiral, one need look no further than “Just Ask Cat,” a misguided attempt to offer advice to Pittsburgh's lost and lovelorn.
Would-be columnist Catherine Specter dishes out bad advice more often than Joe Grata disses Penndot.
Ms. Specter is caught up in a retro-delusion that with the right pair of pumps and a “you go girl” attitude, the average yinzerette can snare herself a good man and aspire to be like … her?
In this week's uber dosage of the feminine mystique, Specter advises a career woman how to dress pretty for an after-work date. Her suggestion? “Remember, if it's done right, a little primp goes a long way.”
In one of my favorite columns, Specter labeled a woman who didn't shave her legs as a “yeti” and took pains to reassure her writer that he isn't shallow You fell for something that looked and felt one way, and now it's changed. This inspired a missive to the PG.
I assume the PG is angling for a Carrie Bradshawesque appeal. Minus the wit and insight.
Meanwhile, the well-written and thoughtful teen-directed Help Me Harlan column is relegated to the back pages of the classified section.
Correspondent's Call: If you want sassy advice from the PG, read LaMont Jones. Otherwise, read the City Paper.
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