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If you felt more unclean than usual after this weekend's NYT Sunday Styles section, perhaps it was Neil Strauss's trip into the world of professional pick-up artists. Mr. Strauss — like Harrison Ford among the Amish in Witness — goes deep into gag-land with a black-fingernail-polished pirate-shirt-wearing magician guide named Mystery. We've gotten sightings over here of this Mystery fella: apparently he leaves a trail of magical slime behind him wherever he goes.

Fortunately, by printing pictures of him, the Times has saved us from the expense of printing these warning posters we already had mocked up. Now that we know the face of evil, the least we can ask of the world's women is that they unite in order to deny sex to Mystery into perpetuity.
Life Lessons from a Loser [New Yorkish]