As we write this, we’re looking out the window and salivating over the picture perfect weather outside, currently being wasted on lazy, unemployed persons and pretentious NYU students. And so, for your sanity and ours, we’ve decided to kick off a glorious new feature called “Comment of the Day,” to provide a transient glimmer of entertainment for all you working stiffs who would much rather be downing margaritas poolside on the Jersey Shore (while fending off advances from married, guidos named Tony) than slaving away in your cubicles.

Today’s “Comment of the Day” comes to us from Jezebel, and it pertains to the borderline offensive tips (from one happily married Py Kim Conant) on how to meet your future husband at a wedding by adhering to a few simple rules, such as 'Pretend you're having a good time,' 'It's okay to be a bit tipsy at the reception and a little flamboyant while dancing' and 'Leave the bra at home so as to show off your sexy, jiggly breasts.'

But will commenters appreciate Conant's witticisms as gospel or shun them as the crazy ramblings of a 1950's housewife.

Thoughts, reflections and the COTD, after the jump.

After yesterday's near-disappointment, we weren't sure what today's edition of "Comment of the Day" had in store. But we were pleasantly surprised by the strong, and unabashedly sarcastic outcry to Conant's suggestions on how to land a man.

First things first, "doxastic" takes issue with Conant's particular brand of antiquated sexism, writing "this woman was not meant to have a job, never mind have her nattering read by other people. "she should," doxastic concludes, "go back to jiggling."

Point taken, doxastic. Meanwhile, "TheGintheCity" follows Conant's tips to the letter, then wonders where she went wrong.

I was at a wedding on Saturday night. Drinks: check. Jiggling: check. Ate like a bird: check. More drinks: check. Danced like a fool: check. Made out with some dude in the corner: check.

Hey Py Kim, why am I still single?

Next, "lkate78" inadvertently disobeys a couple of Conant's stringent guidelines, and surprisingly comes out a winner.

I met my husband at a wedding. I told him that I couldn't decide if the wedding we were at reminded more of my second or third wedding, and eggplant fell out of my mouth when I was btiching about getting a gin and Sprite instead of a gin and tonic.

But it's the aptly named "Sarcastro" who takes the cake (or wedding cake, as it were) with today's winning entry.

At a recent wedding I had the misfortune of being in, one of the bridesmaids whipped out an enormous breast and fed her two year old daughter in the middle of the Catholic ceremony. She attracted no good men, but earned bonus points for being a lesbian.

Congratulations Sarcastro. It was well played all around, but you managed to remain head and shoulders (and, um, breasts) above the competition.

*See any funny comments while surfing the internets? If so, email us and check back to see if your COTD entry makes the cut.*