This has been the Decade of the Douchebag. There's no denying it. Though we've retired the term, we're bringing it back to identify the douche who was the douchiest. You get the chance to pick our winner.
There was a time when Gawker threw around the term "Douchebag" with pride; indeed, we once created a Douchebag Hall of Fame to honor those who most embodied the ineffable nature of a douchebag. We retired the term at the end of last year. But it would be unfair to let this decade—the only decade we've existed—pass without honoring one single Douchebag who most embodied this decade's most lamentable traits. Below, 15 people from Gawker history who best embody the title, in alphabetical order. Do your research, then vote. It's the most important vote you'll cast all decade.
Thomas Friedman: The worst New York Times columnist. Frustratingly awful writer. Muddled thinker. Liberal warmonger. Cab driver-quoter. Pie-faced self-important bloviator of CEO-ready platitudes. The Mustache of Understanding.
Paul Janka: Serial sex-harasser. Self-described pickup artist and deluded practitioner of The Game. Greasy, rapey dude whose hand is creeping up your thigh this very moment. You know you want him. Paul Janka.
Eric Schaeffer: He can't believe he's still single. Magnetic to the ladies. A combination of JFP's nightmare online dating profile and Paul Janka's creepy tendencies. You can't resist. Call him. Eric Schaeffer.
Aleksey Vayner: Yale man with the world's worst resume package. One of the original douchebags. Champion weightlifter and tennis player and investment banker and street fighter and ballroom dancer, although he has been known to exaggerate from time to time. When you think he's gone, he comes back hard. Aleksey Vayner.