The New York Times Wants To Get Rupert Murdoch’s Wizened Member Wet
“You know, Rupert Murdoch is back on the market,” one woman said. “You should go for him.”
I almost choked on a cocktail peanut. Rupert Murdoch: sexiest man alive?
He is probably correct; since these “women” are objectively the worst, they obviously would be willing to put Rupert Murdoch’s wizened member in their mouths, babymakers, and/or bottoms, for money, and definitely were not playing a rollicking game of “That’s your boyfriend.”
From that point on, Barnes writes a whole column about what Rupert Murdoch should do to get a date, with advice from Patti Stanger (ugh) and Ken Solin, who wrote Act Like A Man, which is not the same as the Steve Harvey triumph Act Like A Lady, Think Like A Man, which we have not read (or seen the feature film!), so we decline to savage it based on title alone but COME ON.
We at HappyNiceTimePeople.com love love, and also we are not grotesque nightmares of vulgarity and screeches taking human form like Patti Stanger and (presumably) Steve Harvey, whose book, again, we have not read. Also, we are quite good at telling people what to do. So while Barnes may have filled his word count by getting advice from so-called “experts,” we do not need to outsource it. Instead, Rupert Murdoch may take his dating advice straight from our plump and not-yet-filled-with-collagen pre-50s lips: