JESS!!! Dang!!!

Onward and upward - can we look forward to your special brand of wiseassness on the VF site?

It will be so looooooonely here!

nigga wha??????????

what a sad, sad day ;-(

can we expect some katie couric-esque tributes though?

I'm speechless! This comment box is empty!

Noooooo! Jess -- I'm gonna miss ya -- there are few guarantees in this life -- I depend on finding some portion of funny here at Gawker. I'll miss ou. Good luck at the Conde.

Sincere: Congrats! You'll be missed around these parts.
Immature: Good luck holding Graydon's ashtray! Enjoy the garlic-free, sterile architecture plate-staring experience that is the Conde caf! I hope the transition to communism isn't too painful! Hey, do I need to remind you that you're moving from an online media company to a print-cum-wannabe-online media company? Why not move back home with your parents while you're at it. And ditch that Sidekick for a good old fashioned rotary phone.

No more blogging for YOU, missy!

I can always count on you, Brian. Thank you.

well, there goes Gawker.

That leaves Lisanti as the only editor remaining from when I first added Gawkfamerkette to my list of daily crutches. If I start smoking again, it's your fault.

Bitch, I hope they find an adequate replacement. 4 TS is a lovely buidling (from the street).

Yes, we know your last name is Coen. Yes, we know you have large breasts. Geez, was all established back in the still dearly missed Choire days.

I give it five days before the Conde Nast kitchen spits in your sandwich.

Well, Sarah Polonsky's free now. She's no Jessica, but I'm sure Lock would totally tap that.

Congratulations. I actually met you for two seconds at Ritalin Readings earlier this year and you were very nice.

Wait, isn't Vanity Fair that "death of irony" mag? And you're starting to get sincere? In the immortal words of Darth Vader, "Nooooo!"

Well, this sucks. I am assuming that we will see you at the next Graydon, Tom and Suri dinner party. Best of luck.

Fuck you Jessica. You're dead to me. When you walk out that door, you're walking out on everything we've done together, all the memories we've collected, you're flushing two years of us down the drain.

Oh, don't worry about me. You think you're the only one who can squeeze a dick joke into every crack with the lubricant of pop culture referenced witticisms. But guess what? I've been reading Deadspin, and whatever you can do, Leitch can do too.

So don't come crawling back when Vanity Fair makes you cry, because I'm moving on. Have a nice life.

PS: Vanity Fair has chlamydia

PPS: Seriously, this sucks. I'm going to cry myself to sleep. Gawker, you're dead to me. In 2 weeks. If you don't replace Jessica with anyone decent.

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Well, seeing as I had no idea how hot you were until I saw you on t.v., and after all these years you still don't post pictures of yourself...

I think this is high time for the Jessica Coen Celebratory Gawker Graduation Bikini Spread.

Fuck. Jesus. Crap.

I'll come up with something subsantiative to say after a good night's rest, I'm sure.

But, for now-- congrats!

Bring me Graydon's plaid suit/tuxedo atrocity and there is a nice shiny quarter in it for you...!

Good luck, Jessica.

(Oh- and Krucoff-if you need a nice shiksa shoulder to cry on since Jessica is moving into your former hallowed halls- I am here for ya baby)

To be deputy what to whom?

Well well well, Vanity Fair. I guess if you can't beat em, join em.

Best of luck. In my mind I always assume that you're writing the posts I like and the other guy is writing the shitty stuff, so you will be missed.

Best of luck and congratulations on the new position! You will be sorely missed, and I pity the poor kid who tries to fill your shoes.

(By the way, I don't know this Lockhard Steele character from a hole in the wall, but he has one of the best porn names I've ever heard in my life.)

so the picture means selling your soul to the devil. or just singing the blues?

Sad sad day. And who stole my screen name?

Wait, so that's not her in her avatar pic?

Have I been sending love notes to the wrong lady?

Best wishes. If you need more nice clothes, you know who to call.

Nooooooooooo, don't leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeave.

Bring back Jesse Oxfeld!

Congrats to JCo.

When can I get some of that "reeks of Balk" cologne?

well Gawker will still link to Jessica's sexy on-line VF snark, right? Maybe we're losing a cherished editrix, but perhaps we're also gaining a primary source? and Jessica does this mean youll have more time now for Annex Fridays? There IS a silver lining to every dark cloud. Next round of vodka is on me xo

If I didn't already adore you, I would because of the tags on this post. Bring the whimsy to VF, man.

Following up on ellagood's point...I say every comment thread from now until the end of her two weeks notice becomes a Couric-esque walk down memory lane.

We'll always have rosé.

rots of ruck, Jess.

so that means you'll be having lunch at da silvano on a regular basis now?

good luck baby!

Go with God.

Late to the party as ever, but good luck Jessica. Be nice to James Wolcott.

Farewell.

You have amused me on several occasions, and that is something Margaret Cho could never do.

Waiting for the Bercovici expose that makes vf's hard-on for coen go limp...unfortunately for nick, swag is like viagra to graydon

I remember when you were just a baby blogger, where has all the time gone???

nooooooo!! you were like the only funny part left on here.

Dear God, I wish there were some swag-hagging to expose. That'd mean I'd actually have some stuff. Someone sent me panties once. And a crystal-studded electronic soduko. Separately, I mean. If they came in the same box, that'd be weird.

But enough of that "ethical" shit. Hey, flacks! Send me clothes! I have nothing to wear to an office! I'll even insert your brand into Gawker Stalker sightings!

Also, I'll be having a farewell party with a three-hour open bar, courtesy of the Knights of Columbus Council 154.

While I'm miserable that you're leaving, and blame you for the 6 pints of Ben and Jerry's I just downed, I am looking forward to the 1/2 hour "Best Moments of Jessica" goodbye video that I'm positive Gawker will be providing its bereft viewers. Make sure to show a lot of leg.

WTF? I take one night off line to watch reruns of Law 'n Order and next morning I find out the pretty one has quit.

Ms. Coen: Best of luck to you over at VF and see if you can't get Graydon to tone down his political rants. Its soooo 2003, and nobody really gives a shit what he thinks. Tell him to stick with the true crime stuff and interviews with the Baroness Von Stupp. Thats the sort of thing he's good at. BTW, if you have any trouble with Hitch just buy him a bottle of Glenlivet and he turns into a pussycat.

Suddenly my abandonment issues are kicking up again.
All the best to you, v'ahava.

I fell asleep! What happened?

JessicaCoen@CondeNast.com, we can continue our torrid digital affair via electronic mail. And yes, I'm sorry about the panties...

Please, don't go.

Via con Dios, JCo. This glorified MySpace account went whizzing over the shark years ago, but you always made it fun.

Can I vote for Assimilated N to take over?

Well, if you're going to sell your soul to fancy-schmancy Conde Nast, DO promise us that you'll take time at least once a month to "accidentally" hip-check one of the stiletto-wearing, skinny minnies in the cafeteria. Oh, one more tip: if you spoon ALL the edamame at the salad bar into your takeout container you will cause a major meltdown among the women behind you in line. Also worth doing once in a while, just for shits and giggles.

good luck j

Annie Liebowitz awaits your cleavage.

Wow, you're becoming a Conde Nasty? I fully expect "anonymous" Gawker Stalker reports of Miss Anna's shenanigans in and around 4 Times Sq. Also, you might diplomatically suggest to Graydon that he ditch those plaid pants.

Sniffles, ma'am. And congrats.

Here is the real question, can bloggers actually work with real live people?

By the way a couch is not the same as a cube.

quelle horreur! pants! conde nast!

Okay, I'm driving to work this a.m., the radio says there's an accident on I-94, congestion due mainly to "gawkers".

I wept openly. Sorry to see you go.

Wait, is it my fault that Mommy and Daddy are getting a divorce? Did I do something wrong? I didn't mean to send in all those reality-star sightings, it just happened.

Your replacement better not be a stupid ho.

This joint will be like the Muppets without Jim Henson. Thank you for the laughs and for the hours of anti-productivity you provided. Conde Nasty is very lucky. Can't wait to see the first use of Twat on that site.

I'll send you some clothes from Barney's...

What's that you say? Sure! I'd love to go to the Oscar Party with you! But just so you know, I'm gay, so it'll have to be just as friends...

All my best!

At least Gawker will always have a source for those embarassing internal memos from the Nasties' management. Corporate secrets be damned!