An odd name-check...
Just found on The Guardian's website, in a serialized JFranz short story "Ambition":
Betsy went and found a bathroom and checked her make-up. She came out and had a conversation with a girl who was possibly as old as 30 and seemed astonished by Betsy's answers to polite questions about how she spent her days. "Aren't you bored?" the girl said. Betsy drifted into a corner and stood looking at other happy young girls who were talking about trade unions in Benezuela, and the rise of Soft Skull Press, and the demise of the bhangra scene in South London, and she thought she might cry.
So if both JFranz and The Onion find us useful, I guess we've become a kind of shorthand.