James, the Bleubird blogger behind Mothermag, recently went on a comped vacation at a Mississippi poverty theme park/hotel thing. Seriously, I'm not sure what else to call it. It's literally old sharecropper shacks sitting by a cotton field, where white hipsters can go play Huckleberry Finn for a few days. Thankfully James and co. were duly respectful of the place's history and didn't carry on like a bunch of imperialists come to frolic among the savages. Oh wait. When we arrived to The Shacks (yes, shacks. That is what they are called because they are literally shacks)...We stayed in “The Rich House”,...

Lucie Macleod, creator of some sort of hypebeasted TikTok hair growth oil, is exiting 2024 by letting us all know our lives suck.

Hope Kumor, you don't understand her love, put a charming piece of Livejournalism up on XOJane the other day. It was a long screed about the buttmadness of living with her boyfriend's parents, those jerks. But it's not even her fault, guys. She HAD to move out of her parents' home and into her boyfriend's parents' home instead of some apartment, because money. ...I have student loans to pay for along with my car. All of our money would be going to the apartment instead of living. We wouldn't be able to go out to eat a good meal or even...

David Tripp, the effete fraud behind the blog "The General Aesthete", was arrested for using stolen credit cards to make large purchases of luxury goods at such stores as Jil Sander, Marni, and Marc Jacobs. Using the name 'Kelly' and saying he was a 'stylist' for various celebrities, Tripp would select thousands of dollars worth of merchandise and then pay using stolen American Express cards. He was arrested when the general manager of the Marc Jacobs store noticed the name on the credit card was 'Kelli', not 'Kelly'. After googling the cardholder's name he found a business phone number, and...

Mandy, last noticed by the internet when the Chive used her baby's photo or something, is closing up her blog: I’m not sure if there is an easy way to say you’re going to stop doing something that you once loved so much. ..I’m tired of stats, numbers, people trying to climb some invisible ladder to nowhere. It’s changed. I miss the old days. It’s time for me to stop for now. Saying she's "felt like closing this place up countless times over the years, but this time I know it’s the real deal", she went on to explain that...

Gina, the feminist breeder of drama, has locked down everything from her blog to her twitter. Apparently she thinks that means it's ok to go ahead and post things like this to the internet: I'd like to know how many "sistahs" out there "agree". I'd also like to know how many "strong black women" love being called "my sistahs" by Gina. I'm gonna go with...not many.

It seems Hugo Schwyzer, too many problems to list, isn't content to use only internet flounces and repeated twitter meltdowns to manufacture dialogue about himself. Lesley Kinzel has now claimed that Schwyzer is trying to tell people what to write about him as he attempts to craft his new persona: Hugo Schwyzer has emailed me directly to offer suggestions for how I should write about what a monster he is...I personally believe that Schwyzer is now trying to construct a new redemption narrative that he can rebuild some semblance of a career on, I am extremely resistant to do what he has literally...

Cary Randolph, rad ass sk8tr grrl, continues to rapturously worship BroJim's: An ode to Brother Jimmy's BBQ. (sung to the tune of the Davy Crockett theme song) Found on a corner in Murray Hill Home base for every Southern Jack and Jill This is where they flock when they need something real. Fill up on brisket and a tall cold pils. Brother! Brother Jimmy’s! King of the fratty bars. Wednesday night is ladies’ night every week. Boys, tip up your ball caps and take a peek. Their shots are strong, and their draughts are weak, And when you leave, of...