Googling CultureGrrl, Ogling Ultragrrrl

Okay, it’s time to set the record straight, once and for all.
If you’ve ever Googled CultureGrrl, you know that the first thing you see is the highly insulting insinuation that you really wanted to ditch the seasoned Grrl for some 26-year-old grrrl:
Did you mean: ultragrrl
Well, we all know that half the time Google doesn’t know what it’s doing. After all, it just agreed to buy YouTube for stock valued at $1.65 billion! (I must be doing the wrong kind of blog.)
But why would Google think you actually meant Sarah “Ultragrrrl” Lewitinn [who uses three “rrr’s,” not two]—the gamine who grew up right across the street from us and dug holes in our backyard when coming over for playdates with our son? Now almost-famous as a DJ, producer of alternative rock recordings and, yes, a blogger with lots more traffic than CultureGrrl, Sarah, it seems, will be featured (with photo) on the Fanfair page of the November Vanity Fair. (You can see an enlargeable image of the VF page on Sarah’s blog if you scroll down to Oct. 4; I’m afraid of violating publishing protocol if I link to this.)
I have to confess that I had read and admired Sarah’s breezy, blotto blog and that I, in fact, had her alter ego in mind when I chose CultureGrrl as mine. (I was particularly amused to read the post in which she said she was glad that her mother never read her explicit entries. I was tempted to get on the phone to Ondine, but managed, just in time, to restrain myself. Why do kids think their parents know nothing about cyber-snooping?)
Anyway, I’m eagerly awaiting the time when you Google “Ultragrrrl” and get:
Did you mean: CultureGrrl!