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.