Via Gawker, a great Craig's List posting:

To be brief about this, I work at the Times and dream of dating a Postie or even a Daily News kind of gal, someone who won't constantly throw that feminist crap into my face every time I ask her to get me a beer or to give me certain other oral treats.

I see this as a "Pygmalion" sort of relationship, in which you defer to my superior intellect and breeding, and I to your feminine charms. As a realist, I appreciate that there are not that many New York Post writers out there reading this, so I am also willing to date Hipster girls from Kansas now resident in Williamsburg who maybe don't have an academic pedigree to speak of and who want to rub shoulders with the intellectual elite of Manhattan.

Tell your friends! And when he takes you to the racetrack, please take care not to scream at the horse to move 'is bloomin' arse.