Rrrowr! Marie Claire Cat Fight, Round 3
It all started last week when the August issue of Marie Claire (not on the magazine's webpage, because somehow Hearst doesn't know how to work the tubes) included a list of the top cities for women to meet single men. It was based on some statistics of dubious merit--among them the number of Starbucks and movie theaters--as well as some stats in areas we'd think Seattle would rank poorly (public transit, last call time). Despite all that--not to mention the phenomenon of the Seattle freeze--our fair city came out on top in the dating survey, beating, well, everyone else.
In response, Weekly writer Erika Hobart wrote a screed correctly lambasting the survey methodology. From there Monica Guzman picked up the baton, passing the word on to a Marie Claire editor, who then offered to set Hobart up with some of the "fellas" her researchers found as examples of quality single Seattle guys. And Hobart turned down the offer, in not-so-nice terms. Then she went on KIRO radio on Friday (starts halfway through this clip) to keep up the high level of discourse, by saying of the mag that assembled the list, "Who reads Marie Claire? I didn't know it was still a magazine" and of the editor who wanted to set her up, "Screw her!"
That's Erika Hobart, ladies and gentlemen, classy as always. Considering her dream guy seems to be a Jonas Brother, one of the members of Il Divo, or this douchebag DJ, it doesn't seem that Erika's the most discerning single lady. And considering her advice on KIRO for men who want to approach her was "buy me a tequila shot, tell me I look good, and we'll take it from there," she's not setting the bar very high. (Especially since her choice of tequila is Hornitos. Elevate the standards just a little, girl.) If anything, Erika should see this as an opportunity, not an insult. Look, if someone is offering to set you up, especially someone who has recently done the research and claims to have found some quality guys, fer chrissakes, let her set you up. Consider it background for a Weekly piece, a Carrie Bradshaw moment. And if nothing else, at the very least, there might be a free tequila shot or two.


