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Gawker's Week in Review: Bombs, Jail, and Rehnquist

• Some bad shit went down in London, and we were, characteristically, obnoxiously insensitive about it. Even more characteristically, so was Greg Gutfield. More »

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Gawker's Week in Review: It's a Gay, Gay, Gay, Gay World

• Nationally renowned psychiatry expert Dr. Tom Cruise goes on Today show, having clearly forgotten to take his own meds. More »

Gawker's Week in Review: Misty Watercolored Memories of Stadiums, 'Radar,' and Mr. Big

• Think the defeat of the West Side Stadium means New York won't get a new sports arena? Think again. And again. And again. More »

Dreams That You Dare to Dream Really Do Come True: Get Paid to Surf Porn

We usually try to keep friends away from our pervy little brother — God only knows what he might pull from his nightstand and casually suggest might be interesting to "experiment" with. This particular romp, however, seems reasonably wholesome. We'll leave the seduction to him:

Ever wanted to experience the exciting, glamorously underpaid life of a semiprofessional porn blogger? Well, here's your chance: Fleshbot is looking for additions to our editorial team to help mind the shop over the summer (and beyond, if things work out). Our ideal applicant(s) will have both a dirty mind and a keen eye for the sexy side of pop culture; be able to date photographs of Jenna Jameson based on her hair color and breast size; and know the proper use of semicolons.

Heh. He said "semicolons." More »

Letter From the Editors: A Double Pleasure Is Waiting for You

This was taken at approximately 7:30 this morning. More »

Guest Editor: Thank You For Being A Friend

Well, I made it. I spent one week as the final guest editor here, and I somehow made it through without breaking any of the furniture. This is the first real, live blogging I've ever done, and I hope, when the new guy comes in Monday, I have not devalued the franchise to level of a penny stock, or, say, Salon. Thank you to the lovely Ms. Coen for fixing all my screwups and being a lovely host, to the readers for tolerating me and to Cinemax Adult On Demand, which filled in all those "downtime" gaps. Read The Black Table, pre-order my new book, hold your kittens tight and, of course, root for the Cardinals to whup up the Yankees this weekend. Let's get krump!—Will Leitch

A Public Cry For Help: Save Intern Neel!

In times of crisis, we try not to be complete assholes. So: One of our loyal, handsome interns, Neel Shah, has just completed his tour of duty at everyone's favorite fake Ivy, Dartmouth (where he was referred to as a "campus gadfly"). He even graduated cum laude — but don't tell his parents, or he'll shame the family as the only Indian who failed to pull magna. Besides interning at Gawker for the past year, Neel also knows how to type words and create sentences, having honed his skills at The Black Table and the Observer. More »

Our Advertisers Give Us Chinchilla Panties

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Gawker Media Now Hiring

Have you always longed to be the cousin Oliver to our Brady Bunch? Now's your chance, as Gawker Media is looking to fill some positions: More »

Back By Popular Demand: The Gawker T-Shirt

Back in December, we tried our hand at selling some haute Gawker couture t-shirts — but, alas, they moved more quickly than Kevin Federline's manjuice. We didn't make enough and kinda sold out in, like, 23 minutes, thus leaving you all in a tizzy because we screwed you out of easy holiday gift options for your friends. Who knew we'd be so bad at shamelessly whoring ourselves? More »

Reader Emails: All You Have To Do Is Ask

In our inbox, a simple request: More »

Clarifying The Rumor Mill: I'm Actually Dead.

Today's Daily News contained a lovely surprise: Rush and Molloy are reporting that my large-headed gimpmaster is searching for my replacement. This was news to me, of course — but, just as Jennifer found out Brad was fucking Angelina in Africa thanks to US Weekly, I've learned that Nick Denton has hired Radar's token hetero, Chris Tennant, to replace me. Seeing as I've caught on to the master plan, I expect to be bound, gagged, and shoved in a trunk any minute now. More »

Guest Editor: We Come In Peace

Hello. I'm Will, and it is important that you know that I am pure of heart. This is my first time as a real, live blogger, as they say; at The Black Table, we have always denied we are a blog, if just because we thought that would hurt our chances to get girls. Anyway. I also have done work for Radar, and it's worth noting that I think the magazine is actually good, and that everyone there is nice and handsome and strangely tall. I am also catastrophically sunburned. So here I am. Rock me like an extreme weather pattern. Let's get krump! -WL

Letter From The Editor: A New, Warm Body In My Bed

Proving NASA's theory that no human being can tolerate the pain of working with yours truly for more than 10 days, we've moved on to our next helpless soul, Mister Will Leitch (pronounced "leech," and best delivered with a note of sympathy for poor Will's brutal childhood). Will is managing editor of The Black Table and author of Life as a Loser, and his interests include freshly-cut flowers, high thread counts, and rare blends of hot cocoa — all of which helped him fit in with our friends at nuevo periodico Radar, where Leitch was most recently a contributing editor. Having now chosen to pursue the glamour of our revolving roster of underemployed freelance writers, you can catch Will smoking in the Gawker bathroom. Be nice, and maybe he'll let you touch his collector's edition Zuckerman Zippo.

Guest Editor: Our Two-Week National Nightmare Is Over

It's been fun, everyone, but I'm returning to obscurity. It pays better. More »

The Gawker Policy on Anonymous Sources

As some people have already noted, the Deep Throat story has returned to the public eye just as the media engaged in a debate over the use of anonymous sourcing. Outlets like the New York Times and Newsweek have received a great deal of criticism recently over the quality of their reporting, and have announced very public plans to revamp their sourcing policies. We here at Gawker have thought long and hard about these issues as well — as a shining beacon of integrity and trustworthiness, the last bastion of true objective journalism in the forest of opinionated "bloggers" and shouting partisans, we know we have a responsibility to our readership, who depend on us for solid, unimpeachable reporting from credible sources. To preserve that fragile trust, we give you the Gawker Policy on Anonymous Sources: More »

Gawker Media Launches Oddjack

Much like any family-friendly company, Gawker Media prides itself on vice. We've covered porn and gossip, but our lawyers are getting tired with the boring old libel and obscenity suits. It's time for some real trouble, like gambling! More »

The Spider Club: Celebrity Menagerie

While the unwashed masses piled into automobiles and legroom-bereft economy airline seats to escape our fair city for the holiday weekend, the industry's distressingly thin stall-monkeys, untalented, less attractive younger sisters, and semifamous, vaguely ethnic television gardeners assembled at the usual spot for the usual night of unremarkable fame-related stuff: More »

Taking The L.I.R.R. To H.E.L.L.

In the beginning, Memorial Day was about honoring those who had given their lives to our country, proudly defending our flag, our freedom, and our right to read Howard Zinn. Nowadays, it's about big sofa sales and, more importantly, the Hamptons. (Sorry, let us rephrase: THE HAMPTONS!!!!) More »

This Never Woulda Happened On Tom Ridge's Watch

We love you readers who email us your tips, links, and remarkably deep-digging Mary-Kate Olsen investigative reporting, but sometimes, well, we worry: More »

Advertiser Beach Party

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Guest Editor: Letter From a Young Blogger

Hi, I'm Alex. I'm guest-editing Gawker as part of a work-study program through the department of Blogs and Public Policy at the New School — I get one department credit for every 10,000 hits. I was briefly a Sploid intern, but I was fired for inserting pro-life messages into all of Ken Layne's posts. I'm totally pumped about spending the week with you — send me your tips, links, and funny pictures of ostensibly famous people. The library computer filters block Drudge so I can't just steal my content all day. -AP

The Latest In Underpaid Freelance Writers

Ain't no gangbang like a Gawker gangbang, 'cause a Gawker gangbang don't stop. As such, this week brings us another guest editor by the name of Alex Pareene. And who is this Alex we speak of? He's a student (of life), a pilot (of Cessnas), and, most recently, a failed intern (at Sploid). Always keen on sloppy seconds, we've brought Alex under Gawker's ghetto wings for the week. We'd ask that you be gentle with our new slave, but he likes it rough — so bend him over and love him the only way you know how.

Guest Editor: Acknowledgments, Feedback Still Welcome

Hey folks, it's been real. Thanks to Gawker Media and Ms. Jessica Coen. Good luck to the staffers at Radar: I hope your site traffic picks up soon.* On that note, I ll leave you with a fascinating tip, received via electronic mail only hours ago. More »

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Guest Editor: A Brief Introduction

Howdy. I m glad to be working for the vicious shitbirds at Gawker Media this week. I ve been waiting my entire professional life to write for a publication where the use of the word "twatfrob" is not only accepted, but encouraged. Please feel free to tell me how much I suck. It gets me off. -KEW

Another Week, Another Indentured Servant

Because no single co-editor can satiate our libidos, the Gawker Gangbang continues this week with none other than guest editor K. Eric Walters (a pseudonym, remember, because he's a "real writer" and, for whatever reason, wants to keep his day job). You might remember KEW from his previous Gawky endeavors, the highlights of which included stalking a sleepy Margaret Atwood and romancing a rowdy Chris Wilson. Since we're confident in his ability to piss people off in real life, we're promoting him the only way we know how: by depriving him of sunlight, soil, and water. He'll be spending this week tied to his computer with twine and silk scarves; if he's good, we just might promote him to wearing fuzzy handcuffs. One can only hope.

Guest Editor: I Spent a Week There the Other Night

That's going to do it for me; if you need me I'll be drowning my sorrows in the well-mixed Old Fashioneds at East Side Company Bar. And my sorrows are legion. In the brief five days I've spent here I've come to realize how Choire Sicha went from barefoot boy with cheek of 29 to wizened old crone of 33 in the space of year. The swift transformation of Jess Coen's apartment from charming LES walkup to makeshift meth lab (well, swift for that neighborhood) also suddenly makes sense. They couldn't pay you to do this job on a regular basis (that is, in fact, the business plan). Anyway, thanks for putting up with me, thanks to all three of my co-editors, and thank you for the tips and e-mail abuse (memo to the guy who wrote that the New York Press' "Taibbi & Zaitchik could write better copy in the snow with their dicks than you can with a laptop": I use a desktop.). Finally, thanks to Nikki Finke for keeping things interesting; next time you're in town the club sodas are on me. Okay, there's wallets to dent and livers to damage. Catch you around. —AB

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Guest Editor: Yes! We've Got a Sub Again Today!

Welcome to day two of your Jessless journey through Gawker. Big thanks to Lindsay Robertson for all her help yesterday. Additional thanks to Jesse Oxfeld, who has continued to contribute his wit and wisdom well after we've required it. Jesse's like the guest who stays too long at the end of the party; you'd like to ask him to leave, but he's just so much help in cleaning up the empty glasses. More »

Letter From The Editor: Let The Gangbang Continue!

Because we'll never settle for just one lover, the Gawker Gangbang continues this week with guest editor Alex Balk, aka The Minor Fall, The Major Lift. So long as we keep him doused in Wild Turkey, you shouldn't find him too corrosive.

Guest Editor: I'd Like to Stay and Taste My First Champagne. Yes? No.

Before I head back to the salt mines of Editor & Publisher, I want to toss a quick but heartfelt todah rabah to Denton and Steele, for offering this gig, and Coen, for putting up with my IM'd neuroses. (I know, I know: bad idea to skip therapy this week.) Jess promised this would get me laid, which it didn't. And Maer may well not speak to me again. But, otherwise, it's been a blast. An exhausting blast. I'm gonna go get a drink to decompress—and, having learned my lesson last time, everyone's invited. See you at the Peach Pit. —JO

Knockin' Boots With Our Sponsors

Thanks to this week's advertisers, who paid for last night's tequila bath and this morning's stomach pump. Interested in the party? More info here. More »

Our Brilliant Readers: My, How You Judge!

Invigliator: yesterday, there was the most hilarious thing on gawker in the last 2 years. More »

Inquiring Minds Want To Know...

Who, exactly, decided to schedule construction on Delancey last night? We're dying to know the name of the fuckwit at the Department of Whatever who's responsible for the drilling and jackhammering that continued well after 1 AM. More »

Guest Editor: Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself

Hi. I'm Jesse Oxfeld. You might remember me from such media websites as Editor & Publisher Online, mediabistro.com, and (long ago and barely) Inside.com. For some inexplicable reason, the folks here thought it'd be a good idea to make me co-captain of the Good Ship Gawker for a week. (Ha. The last ship I captained—a 60-foot racing yacht, while on assignment for Gear magazine—I promptly sailed into a jibe. Then the mag folded like two weeks later, before I could submit my piece. Good stuff.) Anyway, while I've never actually blogged before—well, not really—I figure I should be fine at it. I mean, I'm glib, I like working in my pajamas, and, most important, I drink a lot (frequently at The Magician). So I'm good to go. Right? —JO

Letter From The Editor: Sweet Home Melanoma

You can all exhale (or begin your ritual cutting) now, as I'm back from my weeklong journey into sunlight — a journey so intense, in fact, that I just might be tan enough to assume multiple new ethnic identities. When I wasn't using my free time to sleep or pee in the pool, I worked on my new hobby: peeling the dead skin from my shoulders and saving it all in a pile, which I'm slowly molding into a life-size replica of myself. Watch out, Tussaud! More »

Guest Editor: Over and Out

It's time to return to life as a freelancer, trying to get work from the very people I ve been insulting all week. Many thanks to Nick Denton, Lockhart Steele, the interns, Team Party Crash, my agent, manager, and lawyers. The lovely Jessica Coen will be back on Monday with a new and (undoubtedly) improved guest editor. So I'm out! As the token black guy said in Swingers: This place is dead, anyway. —Noelle