The highlight of this week's hate mail is a defense of Ryan Lochte, claiming that he is both funny and not a "douchbag" (sic). And we received more of my favorite category of Gawker correspondence—in which readers continue to think we are some sort of fashionable restaurant.
The highlights of this week's hate mail are a rag-tag bunch of loveably confused writers seeking to make reservations, give us prizes, and dole out some thoughtful encouragement.
Our hate mail this week was rarely related to the content of our articles, but rather, they included a variety of suggestions (impudent, demanding or otherwise) to improve the consumer experience. There was also a royal 'we' user, a confused order for oil, inquiries about divorce, a weirdly concerned uncle or aunt,…
There was quite a bit of hate mail to sort through this week, but not to worry—one person who wrote in said that if we keep behaving in this way, we'll be out of business.
The most aggressive email we got this week was from someone who really just wanted to be part of it all. The rest—well, they were not so happy that we seemed to be negative, but maybe that's explained by another person who wrote in complaining that there is no one handsome in the media world anymore. But was there…
It was a pretty polite week in the hate mail department. Mostly people just wanted to be helpful and ask how our day was, which was pretty appreciated. But here they are, below, the considerate citizens of the internet:
Gawker has recently taken on an ebullient team of Swedish correspondents Hjalmar Sveinbjőrnsson and Alex who self-described their role as a "worthless hire." Regardless, they have completed their first assignment on the Onion / Quvenzhané Wallis debacle. While we have one overt letter criticizing these far-flung…
Oscars are approaching, but no one wants to give us a gold statue. They are disappointed in us, because we advised them incorrectly, were insensitive, and misrepresented semi-anonymous boyfriends of celebrities.
You had a nice Valentine's Day didn't you? Anyway we sensed that you were feeling too much love and how are you supposed to feel the highs without the lows? Exactly. So without further ado, here are some very low lows: the most bizarro emails you sent us this week.
We receive a great many emails here at Gawker headquarters. We cannot answer them all. But today, we can answer one of them. This morning, prominent email-sender Tony Caputo sent in a list of questions. Here are the answers:
Welcome to the weekend. A weekend we'll all spend huddled inside, guzzling boxed wine and praying the power doesn't go out because god forbid we're without Netflix for a few hours. That is, except for Cord, who'll probably be trail running while he double fists tacos or whatever they do in Los Angeles.
Big weekend, guys, huh? The Super Bowl? Beyoncé's going to be there? And Jay-Z and Destiny's Child (but not Michelle) maybe? Also that guy. The one with the tattoos. He'll probably be there too, tossing the pigskin around and such?
Here we find ourselves, the end of another week. If you think about it, knowing you'll never again live the week of January 20-26, 2012 can be a little melancholy. Then again, it was the coldest week in 17 years here in New York, so fuck this week.
It's no secret that the CIA and FBI can read your emails for any old reason they choose without having to clear it with anyone first (because you're a terrorist). That was on track to change with an amendment attached to an upcoming bill... before said amendment was quietly dropped from said bill.
One of the greatest things about reading all the nasty, incoherent emails you send us each week is that I'm always on the cutting edge of the latest email trends. Oh we're doing ALL CAPS this week? Sounds great. This is the week we all stopped trying with the your/you're there/their/they're differentiation? Love it,…
If I told you we listened to Beyoncé in the office this afternoon, would you accuse us of being Illuminati? What if I told you Nick Denton has a tattoo of a pyramid on his bicep and the password to get into the office is "Baphomet?" Then would you say we were Illuminati? Well, only one of those things is true.
Welcome to the weekend. Mother always said, "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything." Or at least my mother did. I do not think that's what your mothers said or, at least, you are not very good listeners. Here is the best you had to offer this week. And know this, Prince William may be the Douche…
As seapunk internet artist Yusuf Islam (neé Cat Stevens) says, it's a wild world. General Petraeus was schtupping his biographer for almost a year and we had no idea. Richard Nixon almost got away with Watergate. Ted Kennedy maybe probably killed a woman and was never charged. It's a lot to think about, and sometimes…
What a whacky week. We re-elected a president and survived a snowstorm, but now it's warm again? What's going on? Maybe it was just because you were all so happy that we were back, but you were feeling chatty this week. Just all of the emails: some were fun, some were sad, some were helpful, some were mad. You guess…
Customers on the mailing list for fast-casual franchise Hale and Hearty received an email full of promises this morning.
