Oonce, oonce

Cole Slaw Blog has long been disdainful of New York's many nightclubs, and even more so of the clientele that inhabits them. However, we're thankful that we don't have to work there. Although if we did, we'd hope that we could produce at least as compelling blog as this guy.

The (anonymous) author comes across as an honest, working-stiff protagonist straight from an Elwood Reid short story. His outrage rarely bubbles over into diatribe, but when its does, the result can be genius. The bulk of the entries, though, tend toward simple journal entries, albeit one with some truly grotesque characters with shiny shirts and spiky hair.

Nevertheless, it's fascinating and more than a little nauseating to read about this from an insider's perspective. I'd always dismissed the vast majority of clubgoers as vapid, selfish idiots, and it turns out I couldn't have been more right. Yes, I'm feeling superior. But you go read the post about the people starting fights during a charity event on Sept. 11 last year and tell me you're overflowing with charity.