I hate reaching out to curated stuff

To start off, a link:
Science Guy on creationism
Scroll down a bit to the paragraph that reads: The Huffington Post reached out to ...
I heard those same words today in the ladies locker room at the gym; from the television that's constantly blaring "The View" or "The Chew" or some such. The talking heads were nattering about a celebrity in rehab. Or seclusion. Or pregnancy. Or something equally SCANDALOUS!
One head: "I reached out to her publicist ..."
Other heads: "Natter! Natter! Natter!"
Seriously.
I guess "reaching out" is what you do if you want a lame "prepared statement" or "release" or "tweet."
Which is, to say, you are, lame.
Please.
Grow cojones. Call. Speak.
"Reaching out" is for losers.
 Geez. Did cojones get you fired? Well, you can have a nice life in a "well curated" (just read the first graf) hovel, apartment, loft, mansion, beach house, interstate underpass or whatever.

This is a "well curated" bike from The Garden Basket in Elyria, Ohio.