I think the PG's poser-columnist Catherine Specter is losing her grip.  Not only does she continue her relentless campaign to drag unsuspecting yinzerettes back into her 1950's delusional reality, but now she's just rambling incoherently ... who made the decision to give her a column?

First, she makes a bizarre allusion to  Darwin out of nowhere in order to make a rather weird point about embracing your gay friends.  Right after pointing out that all relationships improve or die.  Huh?

Second to bat is a single chick who doesn't want to get married and gives a big feminist shout out to all her sisters in the same boat.  Does Specter accept the props?  No, she has to get in a little marriage dig.  And there's this little gem:

Cat's Call: If you find someone who brings out the best in you, don't let it go just for the sake of staying single.

OK, cause that's what the woman is doing.  She's staying single on principle, not because it is a valid life choice.  I'm sure if Cat helped her "prettify her attitude" things would be much better in terms of taking down a man, er getting a husband.

Finally, there is this jumble of words that I can only interpret as a desperate cry for help from the author:

DEAR S.I.T.M: Emotions can be too nebulous to define, but the metric is simpler when it comes to relationships. You're either committed or not, and your heart is either in it or not. You are in the commitment without the emotion. "They" can say what they want, but I say the opposite of love is indifference. Where does that leave you?

Cat's Call: If you only get halfway to anywhere ...

If you only get halfway to anywhere ... you are still somewhere?  Its the journey not the destination?  Sometimes the road signs are wrong?  You are a bisexual?  Again, WTF?

I suspect Specter made a pact with the devil to trade her self-respect for a chance to be Pittsburgh's Carrie Bradshaw.  Now she's decompensating and soon will emerge as a minor-league Ann Coulter clone ...