Once you get out of school, it becomes harder for the bullies among us to persecute people online, which is obviously a real shame.  Sure, for the junior high set there’s been MySpace and the high schoolers have the Facebook, and college and grad students have the benefits of JuicyCampus or other social boards to slander and libel their peers (click on any of those links for a good time!), but what of us grown-ups, out in the real world?

I mean, LinkedIn and Viadeo have been great professional networking tools, but I’ve often found them lacking – where’s the free-for-all forum where I can launch personal attacks and deride my colleagues for their laziness, brown-nosing, or just being giant whores, with the comfort of anonymity?

Well, the internet isn’t about to fail us, hence the advent of the professional and anonymous peer review board, Unvarnished.  Unvarnished allows users to dish about their co-workers’ job performances from the safety of their home computers and is fresh out of beta testing.  The concept is similar to Amazon user reviews and, if it isn’t already obvious to you, can be abused just as handily.  From Time Online:

It’s a concept that has caused some controversy, particularly since Unvarnished allows employees to be reviewed anonymously and with no way of removing a negative review. But the co-founders, veterans of sites like LinkedIn and eBay, think there’s a market for honest, unfiltered feedback about how individuals perform in their jobs and say their site will ultimately be more useful than the carefully selected job references or curated blurbs on someone’s LinkedIn profile. “We’re trying to take how professional reputation works in the offline world and port that online,” says co-founder Peter Kazanjy.

Yeah, you bet your ass there will be a market for it.  A sweaty, grimy, desperate black market.  Because why launch a whisper campaign within your organization when it might be traced back to you, when you can simply put it online and remove the risk of accountability, not to mention ensuring that your grievances will be available, forever, to potential employers and contacts worldwide?  It’s the future, y’all. (more…)


We know you’re out there, fucking off at work just like we are.  Here’s something productive you can do for the day, help out a grad student who emailed us for some help with her survey.  And when you’re done, you can come by my desk for free candy.


You know, we never felt it was necessary to institute a bunch of commenter rules for BCP.  Who wants to read through a litany of what you can and can’t say, what your comments should be related to, how you should feel about X or Y in order to join the discussion?  We say, “pah”, come hang out, join the discussion or don’t.  Oh, but if you’re going to be an asshole you could at least use actual English to get the brilliance of your hatred across.  K, Thx!

*Viddy contributed by BCP Reader Amoureuse*

I have watched the cake-versus-pie argument largely in silence. But it’s clear the Pie People are not only in the majority, but have a more compelling argument, because, you know, pie is better.

I was reminded of the Cake People while watching this kitty-cat video. The Pie People are the insurmountable shiny green slide, the Cake People are the kitties, trying without success to convince the rest of us that cake, any kind of cake, is in any way better than the most simple and delicious slice of pie.














I was reflecting today on the American version of The Office, which I’ve just gotten into (hold up, Lovers of Jim, I can explain).  When the show initially came out, I had recently completed watching the British series, and didn’t feel any need to see the same jokes performed with American accents – and after suffering through a single, irredeemable episode of the American attempt at Coupling, no one could blame me for recoiling in horror at the thought of seeing the brilliance of The Office similarly mutilated and left for dead.

Anyway, the best part of getting into a show in later seasons is the undiluted pleasure of hours of back-to-back viewing, and hunkering down in my cave with Seasons Two through Four of The Office was the medicine that helped me get through a recent breakup.  As most regular viewers will agree, the show has not only done the original series proud but become a hilarious and biting satire of the American workplace in its own right.

What I was thinking about, specifically, was the episode in Season Two, in which Ryan the Temp accidentally sets his cheese pita on fire in the kitchen, leading to his unhappy designation at “The Fire Guy.”  Previously, Ryan had made a point about not wanting to be any kind of “guy” in the office, characterized by a quirk.  I can get this – who would want to be the resident Knitting Lady, or That Guy Who Always Talks About His Kid’s Potty Training In Detail Over Lunch?

While wondering if there were any types of “guyness” pits I could potentially fall into, I undertook the unappealing exercise of examining my office habits from a more objective viewpoint.  And while I’ve criticized some of my colleagues’ bad habits in the past, I don’t think I’ve spent much time ruminating on my own office obnoxiousness.  So I forced myself to compose a list of some of my most annoying tendencies (that I’m aware of anyway), and had the unfortunate realization… that I can be kind of an OCD asshat.

Here’s what I’ve come up with so far:   (more…)


I kind of love astrology. It’s fun in that cheesy way that Clash of the Titans is entertaining and fun, while still wholly unable to shake that “guiltiest of pleasures” label. And, as shameful pleasures go, I think reading one’s horoscope and doing your birth chart or whatever ranks pretty low, while other guilty pleasures really closely border on intolerable. I used to know a couple of girls who were really into American Idol. In a totally un-ironic sort of way. It was scary, and I couldn’t hold back the snide comments while they were going over who should have won the fucking Englebert Humperdink challenge or whatever. So, one of them cattily made up a lie about how one of her “friends” worked behind-the-scenes on my favorite reality show and how it was totally rigged. She had me going for a few minutes (because I was under the impression that this gal had no good reason to tell me un-truths) before she finally admitted she fabricated the story in retaliation of my dissing on her show. Um, can I please take a moment to remind you that not only are we talking about dumb TV, we’re talking about American Idol here? The show that spawned not only Clay Aiken, but a host of other scary, self-important, talentless, bloated doucheholes with names like “Constantine”? And that you’re taking it so seriously as to make up pissy stories to defend the honor of Simon and Paula and Randy and whomever? *Wherever did this Twilight Zone music come from…*

Anyway, AI chick turned out to be one of the more annoying sort of frenemies. You know the ones I’m talking about: the ones that only call you once or twice a year to sort-of brag about whatever rad new job/car/apartment they’ve got going on. Yeah. This one liked to call me just to inform me that she’d lost weight. Um, *gives the two-handed thumbs-up* -there ya go. How about a cookie to go with that- oh, wait…. Anyway, little did I know that my free horoscope email subscription could rival the frenemy powers of even the Diet Diva…   (more…)


Overheard on a Facebook message:

FB Fren 1:

 BDJ and other makeup lovers, what do you recommend for under-eye concealer? I’ve been using Benefit’s Lyin’ Eyes (

) for about a year but I’m convinced there must be something better out there. I would love something that lasts more than a few hours and also doesn’t settle in my tiny eye creases, as I’m paranoid it makes them look more pronounced.

Do I recall someone mentioning Laura Mercier’s under-eye concealer?




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