There was a Gawker redesign this week, so that predictably ruffled a few feathers. Others got their feathers in a twist over getting blocked, but they were sure to sign out of Gawker with a big old flourish. Our most lurid correspondent has comments about Egypt and spray-paint and another writer was so riled up that…

This week, our correspondents loved up on Aubrey Plaza's alternative, alternative ego, complained about their careers, were perplexed about how Gawker could criticize something that was for sale, and made a silly (and glamorous!) incorrect correction to a popular 2008 article regarding photos of a disrobed Carla Bruni.

This week in our Far-Flung Correspondence, you had targeted accusations, analysis of the popularity of sex tapes on Gawker, filmmaking dreams, and comments about the whole structure of Gawker media. Read these epistolary expositions and more below, and as always, keep flinging that shit at us and we will keep…

Welcome to our collection of the hate mail that you so lovingly send to us. You were mad about creationism, furious about Anthony Weiner, and had empty promises about the royal bebe. You were happy about Jesus and Paula Deen, and confused about shorts and eyebrow pencils. Read on for this week's lovely collection of…

Great news, dear readers! We're finally changing the awful title of our weekly hate mail repository. This series heretofore known as "Tail of Mears" will now be called, "Our Far-Flung Correspondence." So keep flinging that poop at us, and we'll keep publishing it.

In our correspondence this week, we received a complicated pharmaceutical scam, a straight up fan letter, someone chatting all about Paula Deen, and someone writing about spinach dip (those last two letters are surprisingly unrelated). Enjoy our amusing epistolary exchanges, included below.

This week, a couple of our pen pals wrote some ostensible "fan mail" that turned so aggressively creepy that it bounded over that fine line between love and hate. Other writers served up some checks to our ego, inquired about how we make any money at all, and tipped that Gawker had dove off the deep end last Friday…

Our hate mail this week questioned the nature of tips@gawker.com, proposed a great idea about buying gold dust bars, and suggested some confusing courses of action. Some examples of the enlightened correspondence sent to us this week are included below.

We still had a couple writers stuck on the derailed "Oh Canada" train, but our correspondence was generally well-rounded this week. We saw complaints about our Facebook thumbnail photo (it's usually going to be the photo of Gawker editor-in-chief, John Cook), people requesting that we solve problems that they haven't…

Our pen pals had a one-track mind this week, and their collective mind was set on Rob Ford, crack, Canada, and the crackstarter. Their thoughts below:

Our critics this week called us out on our poor timing, "form and content" generally, and our abilities to distinguish the titles of academia. Enjoy samples of our hate mail this week, posted below.

I think that you, dear readers, really tired yourselves out over Kinja. You outdid yourselves last week with hate mail. You were loveably confused about whether we were a super hip speakeasy and you penned a letter regarding Ryan Lochte's hilarity. I adored it. This week, you didn't send us much. You had to resort to…

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 included a strongly-worded defense of Brad Paisley as well as a polite request for tame headlines. We were mistaken for Huffington Post Teen, Huffington Post College, a fitness blog, and—once again—the LinkedIn complaints department. Read below.

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…