Jenna Cole, open minded and accepting, is using twitter to alert her fans to an atrocious new form of racism: hating Magic Mormon Undies. When her twitter followers pointed out that a religious belief is hardly on par with bigotry against genetics, Jenna attempted to sound intelligent: @hernewleaf No no, the author wasn't implying that Mormonism is a race. The idea is that we mock people who wear "backwards" clothing b/c we...associate that kind of thing with other cultures/races who are uneducated and somehow "less than"...This sentence was key for me: rather, mockery of Mormon temple garments as “magic underwear” could...

Jordan Reid Berkow Strauchwhatever, founder and shillcaster, has apparently told people she DOES have a  job beyond her blog. After this post, I totally believe it: ...I was in the mood to wear something other than cutoffs and a tank top (my May-August uniform), and decided that it would be nice to swan about feeling all lovely and elegant in a floor-length skirt while I prepared dinner. (That’s a Calypso skirt paired with a top purchased at Marshall’s, BTW.) Anyways, around 4PM I got all hungry, as one tends to do during things like afternoons, and started sort of free-associating...

Stephanie Aurora Clark Nielson, sends her kids to hang out at murder scenes, is producing yet another little soul she can force into Godly heteronormativity. Yes at 44 years old the woman who just married off her daughter is about to squeeze out another baby.

Audrey, of some "Frassy" blog, evidently doesn't mind if folks know she has automated her Instagram in order to gain "real" followers. Maybe try email next time. And what is 'instagress'? Apparently it's a service that is "designed to attract attention to your Instagram account and gain more comments, likes, and followers". Rather than, I dunno, growing followers organically, bloggers now buy followers and carpet bomb social media services with random likes and follows until they get their numbers up. And with 31k followers, the strategies seem to be working for "Frassy". Seems there are a hundred ways to game...

Kate Bryan, we only see a small glimpse, celebrated the birthday of her son with a sumptuous celebration to mark the day of his birth. Oh wait, no she didn't. She gave him one sad balloon and a cheap banner. (more…)

Emily Ghouuuuuld, still riding the fameboard on the knarly wave called "used to work at Gawker", is caught between her mind saying "look over there" cuz feelings are like, dumb, but her heart will WEEP, just cry and cry, do you hear...Mr. T rocketships pineapple Fanta Big League Chew. And...release. There. After a cleansing cry with Mom in a Hindu something, Embo has come back to her thought cemetery known as Emily Magazine to reveal...uh, this: I have been feeling like I ought to be prevented from writing at all during this strange book period, especially online, because I’m bound...

Nick McGlynn, the David Cassidy of our time (kids, ask your mom), is using Foursquare just like everyone else. I don't understand Foursquare because I never leave my apartment. Apparently you can be a Mayor or Superstar or something by earning different "badges", making it some  kind of advanced d & d for bars I guess. Anyway, Nick wants to know: Why have I not gotten the “Gym Rat” Foursquare badge?! Well, Foursquare? What do you have to say for yourself?

Claire Tammaro, fka 'thinkingclairezy', woke up the other day to find instagram had disabled her account. Her response? Hire a lawyer to fight The Gram Machine.