Thatz Not Okay: Is My Landlord's Boyfriend Spying on Me?
I moved into the second bedroom of a house owned by a woman my age. It quickly became apparent that she was anorexic, controlling, and neurotic.
The Gawker Guide To Getting Unfollowed
This month, it has dawned on some people that it's possible to be rude on the Internet. Don't care for tenderly served personal revelations on Twitter1? Ticked off by an eager attempt to amuse you with a timely joke? Unfollow with impunity, these monsters advise, citing a sense of euphoria or "joy" after hitting the…
Thatz Not Okay: Can You Ask a Person Not to Put Their Feet on an ATM?
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Whining Millionaire Successfully Gets Bathroom Attendants Fired
Last week, childlike Business Insider boss Henry Blodget publicly bemoaned the fact that a fancy New York restaurant employs bathroom attendants. Now, Henry's dream has come true: the bathroom attendants are all getting fired. Great.
Movie Blogger Calls the Cops on Man Using Cellphone in Theater
Angered to the breaking point by the use of cellphones during a movie screening at the Toronto International Film Festival, one movie blogger decided to file a formal complaint with the local police.
Thatz Not Okay: The Gold Medal in Silver Theft; Ugly Bumpings
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Thatz Not Okay: Extreme Cat Fancying; Let's Talk About Black People
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Thatz Not Okay: A Quilting Beef; Pile Driving Someone Else's Grandma
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Thatz Not Okay: A Doorman at the Gates of Hell; A Bus Full of Lies
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Thatz Not Okay: Hair of the Cat, The Gift of an Uninvited Presence
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Thatz Not Okay: A Real Life Real Housewife; Waffles Full of Hate
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Thatz Not Okay: Secret Sweat Sponges; A Curator's Lament
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Thatz Not Okay: Eating Food Off the Street; Name-Robbing a Dead Girl
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Thatz Not Okay: Cream Puff Savagery; A Spam Artist's Friend's Sister
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Please, Walk Down the Escalator
Let's just say for argument's sake that you enter a New York City subway station and step onto an escalator that's headed down towards the train tracks. At that moment, you must choose one of two clear courses of action: walk down the escalator, or stand still. Put more precisely, you can either walk down the…
Thatz Not Okay: Check Split Chicanery; Hiding Your Girlfriend's Face
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Roommate Banished from Existence for Using Roommate's Toothbrush
Natasha's roommate, Eric, had finally done it. He had truly crossed a line. He existed now beyond the pale, in a lawless wasteland populated by bandits, brutes, and bad, bad roommates. Natasha sings now, of his treachery, in an email forwarded to Gawker.
Thatz Not Okay: Jerking Off at a Slumber Party; Decaf Demonry
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Thatz Not Okay: Making Enemies at Dinner; Feeding a Jewish Dog Ham
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Modern Mobile Etiquette: Don't Leave Me A Voicemail Unless You're Dying
There are two kinds of phone users in the world: people who leave voicemails for other people and people who ignore voicemails from other people.
