Marie Claire, in their October issue, featured a trend piece about "Stiletto Stoners," their term for middle-class women who -- wait for it -- smoke pot.

Yeah, that's it. They don't smoke pot and skydive, they don't smoke pot and sell it in the suburbs on a Showtime dramedy; there's no other hook to this article besides the fact that some ladies with jobs and social lives also like weed. No big whoop, yes? No!

Not according to the writer of the article, who seems to bend over backward to use as many women's magazine "chick lit" signifiers as possible in order to show that lady potheads don't all look like Seth Rogen in a trapeze dress.

Take "Jennifer," a "5-foot-4, slim and athletic" lawyer with "long brown hair" and a "3-carat cushion-cut engagement ring." She smokes pot, just like "Debbie," who calls smoking a joint and reading "The Fountainhead" after a long day of work, "her bubble bath."

For Marie Claire readers still unconvinced that switching from a cosmo to a blunt won't compromise their femininity, "Debbie" (all the names in the piece are changed) claims to have lost 25 lbs. by eating a healthy meal before getting high, despite her mother's admonishments about how she'd plump up from getting the munchies. So toke up, girls!

Actually, we don't buy this as pro-reefer propaganda as much as it is a lame excuse for a trend piece. Is it really considered so revolutionary that women get high, just like guys? What's next? Is somebody going to pitch a lady version of "Cheers," on the premise that women go to bars and drink, too?

Come to think of it, we would love to see an all-female version of "Cheers." Lisa Kudrow could play Woody and Dame Judi Dench would kick ass as Frasier Crane. Can some powerful female television executive smoke a bowl and start making this happen, please?