perfidy

Have you, as a mature and intelligent amateur pundit or consumer of said amateur punditry, ever said to yourself, "I wonder... where all the hoochies at?"

If so, you're in luck. Thanks to the magic of the Internets and the puckish wit of anonymous code-gnomes, we now have a mashup of new hotness Google Maps with old and busted fad hotornot.com that lets you locate all Hot or Not? submitters in and around your town. From the needy-looking coed who's "up for anything" to the barely legal teen who loves the "hott boyzz" to the scantily clad un-MILF who has "three kids" and wants "NO CASUAL SEX," there's something here for pathological loners and Megan's Law fugitives of all genders and persuasions.

Since this same territory is covered in every meaningful way by dating sites and webcam peepshows of all stripes, what is this for besides giving us an easy way to affirm our superiority? To paraphrase the immortal Dale Gribble from TV's "King of the Hill," Hot Or Not is already "the feces that is produced when shame eats too much stupidity!" This new mashup just makes it easier to identify the losers among us so they may be more easily excised from the margins of our social circles. Hopefully all these hott frontaz and skanky hoochies will find each other and sink together to the bottom of the gene pool.

This is Phase I. Phase II will involve radio tagging.

Is all this unnecessarily elitist of me? After all, these people are already *something* enough (lonely, vacuous, foolish, hapless) enough to end up on hotornot.com. Do I really need to add to the misery they probably (ought to) already feel by pointing an electronic finger and laughing?

You bet I do.

[wik] Link from gawker.