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It's come to our attention that Glamour's fearless dating blogger Alyssa Shelasky, whose job requires her to navigate the single-girl waters based on the results of reader polls, was offended by some of our earlier posts. Let's be clear: we have no ill will towards Alyssa and think her column pic is kind of cute. If we seem "bitter," it's because we don't know where to buy that grey tube top (seriously, the loose fit is so crucial after had a few beers. Bloated!).

But Alyssa's gig? Scary. So far, Shelasky's readers have made her tell a guy she'd rather do his friend; now they've decided that she shouldn't let her ex come visit for Labor Day, thus preventing her from enjoying a comfortable reunion fuck. Today she's asking whether or not a 23-year-old guy is too young for her (she's 29); no doubt midwestern readers will show Alyssa no cougar love and again deny her the opportunity to get laid. And that's just not right.

So let's be clear: our animosity is not intended for Alyssa nor her romantic pursuits. Our hostility is ultimately towards the Conde Nast system, which has lured Alyssa into its plush prison, and the Glamour readers who choose to make this woman miserable. And maybe a little towards ourselves, for being totally obsessed with this mess.

From One Scandal to the Next [Glamour]
Earlier: Gawker's Coverage of Alyssa Shelasky