I was a little wary of this whole Broadsheet idea - now I know why. As with many other woman-centered blog-type media, it's never long before words like "pussy" start getting batted around in a way that is obviously supposed to be either clever, perhaps even cutesy. Frankly, it just comes across as forced, and more than a little creepy.

First, even though Broadsheet is a sort-of blog, and thus doesn't have to provide any truly relevant content or commentary, I'd still like to see something that constitutes an interesting tidbit or even NEWS. This story is not news, and wordplay does not make it so.

It seems as though Ms. Traister was just DYING for an excuse to have a chance to use the word "pussy". Ha. Ha. Ha. As in "cat". Clever. I get it. Grow up.

Sure it's a cute story but was it published just to give an excuse for the headline, a headline which seems more appropriate in something aimed at adolescent males? Please -- humor is great but sniggering like this is best left for the very young.

Was that smarmy headline supposed to attract our attention? Who thinks this stuff up? Is this a new staffer trying to make a name for herself? If she's not embarrassed by such foolishness, I'll be embarrassed for her.

You launch a bloggish site for women and then playfully use the word pussy, closing with a comment remarkably lacking in nuance - that we should all have such a sensitive pussy? Who is your target for readership? It's certainly not me or many self-respecting women I know. You get one shot in the crowded online market to keep a new reader. You blew it with me. I don't have time to waste on this kind of content. It's too bad, too, since we could use a good site for women.

Did that get your attention?

I guess stories like these are what Salon means when it states that Broadsheet will be cheeky.

Sigh.