Our tireless nighttime editor Ryan Tate, so far away on the West Coast, posts all night while the rest of us are sleeping. But some you commenters are awake with him, saying many funny things. They can too often be overlooked, so we're doing another edition of the best comments from the graveyard shift. After the jump…
You guys are great. We just want you to know that. It takes a week like this-in which the complete ass-hattery of a man like Tucker Max is laid so exquisitely bare-to remind us what kind, unprejudiced little shits you are. So in honor of that, we've selected six of our favorite Tucker Max comments and placed them…
It was a really slow news week, so we decided to change to purview of the site to solely deal with monster hunting. It's worked out pretty well so far! As ever, we were aided by you commenters, our trusty Short Rounds. You said many funny things, six of which will be celebrated after the jump. But just know, we are…
Because you commenters will never, ever meet each other in person, not ever, we think it's nice to create a place for you, each week, where you can celebrate each other's good work. You know, on the internet. So after the jump we have six of the best comments of the week, so you can revel in the brilliance that was.…
Get in line, the bread's here. But only six of you are going to get any. Why? Because these are hard times and experiments have failed, and theories are grand but practice is hard work. So put out those little mitts of yours and trudge after the jump to see who eats this week.
Commie time! Usually I'll collect comment-of-the-week picks from the other writers and let you know who selected what, but I think that makes it seem like only they liked that comment. So while there is input from four of us after the jump, I'll just keep anonymous. Because everyone loved everyone this week. And…
Happy Pride weekend y'all! I hope you'll celebrate somehow, in any small way, because the gays love you and you should love us. I, particularly, love the six commenters who will be awarded with Commies—which recognize the best comments of the week—after the jump.
"What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade." —Gertrude Jekyll. Enjoy your Commies for best comments of the week, before the glory fades, after the jump.
"Live this day as if it will be your last. Remember that you will only find ''tomorrow' on the calendars of fools. Forget yesterday's defeats and ignore the problems of tomorrow. This is it. Doomsday. All you have. Make it the best day of your year. The saddest words you can ever utter are, 'If I had my life to live…
As I spend this last day of being twenty-four staring down, with bleary eyes, the prospect of turning a quarter century old at midnight tonight, I'm finding solace in a few comforting things. Large, earthenware pots full of homemade wines, whole cigarette packs lit ablaze and smoked like pan flutes, and you, dear…
Well, we've made it through another one, eh? The work week is over. (Sucks to be you, Spiegelman!) What will you do this weekend? Will you indulge in spirits and women of questionable morals? Will you be a woman of questionable morals? Will you simply stay at the computer, furtively toggling between Gawker and that…
The big news of the week (for me, what are "primaries"?) was Gossip Girl's epic stunner of an episode in which, in the thumping crazy final seconds, we discovered that newly pious Serena van der Woodsen was a murderer. Murder! Big news! The news today is, as it is every Friday, that, like a pack of crazed blond…
While most of you lot are still gawking at the corpses of your friends, it is important to keep on with the business of living. As President Morgan Freeman says in Deep Impact: "I'm the president." But, also some things about marching on in the face of terrible tragedy. So I urge you to gather here (or, rather, after…
Sometimes I do things that aren't Gawker related. Usually I do them at night time. These activities include going to movies, taking walks with friends, reading a book at a diner counter, or getting stoned on the couch and squealing at the TV. OK, so I only actually do the last thing, but the point is I'm not (usually)…
As some of us tear down the institution from within, others continue to build it up from without. I am speaking of you, dear commenters, who may bicker and snipe but in the end mostly say funny things that make us happy. So, as we mourn the faithful departed, let us also celebrate some of those who linger on. After…
OMG. Richard is out of town this afternoon, and he's left the Commies to me. It's both a responsibility and a privilege. Each week, scores of people comment, sharing your thoughts and fears, hopes and joys. Sharing your snark. Yet each week, only a few are chosen as the best. Um, not that winning really matters!…
Some of you may have seen some recent comments by Jack Ketch, who speaks in olden tongue and scolds you for scurrilous commentary. Starting today, Mr. Ketch will be acting as our official executioner, much like the real Jack Ketch of old. As we laud five commenters every week in the Commies, he will dispatch five…
This week was kind of gross. People were making out with people they really shouldn't be, stupid rich kids were getting upset about their privacy, there was some unpleasantness about the Black Party, and all manner of other awful stuff. But you, dear commenters, gracefully transcended the grimy bonds of the subject…
Webster's Dictionary defines commenting as what you do when you are sitting at your desk and your eyes feel like they might fall out because you have been looking at the same spreadsheet for an hour but all you can see is a view of the grass from the porch of your friend's college apartment where you used to get…
Spring is here! Rebirth, regrowth, brand new things! Though, we doubled up here bit a from last week, with a few familiar commenters lurking once again on the best of the week list. Ah well. They were deserved. Perhaps they're evergreens, lasting the same all year round.
