The Bloody Truth

Everybody knows that girls talk. It's The Bloody Truth. Elvis Costello wrote a song about it. Sometimes girls will even tell you what they talk about. Here at The Bloody Truth, we print it. All of it. And we're not afraid to do it. From candy-colored fantasies to bitching about the size of your package, we print the bloody truth.
Now, some of you assholes are probably saying to yourselves right now, "Oh, this is just some femi-nazi, ranting, crazy, Hillary lovin', commie bitch magazine". Au contraire, mon frere. We love our men almost as much as we love ourselves and our friends. And we love 'em right here in print. We love you so much we'll even let you contribute to a few pieces such as "Overheard in ...", "His Point of View" and, of course, all of the advice columns. So do not fret, our fuzzy, lean-body-massed friends. You may not be as soft as we are, but let's face it: We're doing you a big favor here, by printing The Bloody Truth. Read it. And when you're finished read it again.
Kisses, The Editors
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