I don't blame Gawker Media writers for being trust fund kids: no one chooses the circumstances of their birth and upbringing. What does piss me off is the knlowledge that journalism, as a profession, is so unremunerative that only rich trust fund kids can play. A diversity of perspectives is needed.

a disembodied voice might come in to remind you that you're not in the real world, because you're a character inside a video game, doing video game things. Get it?

Thank you for making me laugh and somewhat dispelling the sense that I was utterly wasting my time by reading gossip about Derek Jeter's sex life.

I'm somewhat ashamed to admit that I once stood in line for an hour to have them sign a copy of their CD at a mall in New Jersey. (This was not my idea; my pal was the t.A.T.u fan and requested my presence for moral support, but still: not my finest moment)

Aaaand sold. (When I get paid next week.)

Well, now I know why I had such great OKCupid success: every other dude on the site was a raging jackhole.

I was on the corner of Spring and Varick downtown when the second plane hit. No, I could not date a 9/11 truther.

Good thing I'm 5'8" (and happily married for years) else I would just be SO tempted to become a part-time fashion accessory for one of a pair of screaming narcissists.

Uh, my teens are into retro gaming. This means instead of a popular game I can easily pick up for them at the K-mart, they want some venerable Game Boy cartridge that I have to search for on eBay, but it's more than made up for by the fact that I don't have to buy the newest generation console until it's well marked…

....e5

Jezebel: overthinking pop culture since... how long have they been in print?

RAWRG STOP MAKING ME FEEL OLD

I'm thinking animal carcass, personally. From a distance, at least.

I cannot describe what that looks like in terms of anything remotely appetizing, or even remotely fit for human consumption.

13. He gets 13 gallons of milk, going through the line twice. Read the directions!

Your proposed line has both wit and brevity, two things this solicitations utterly lacks.

Like I need any help acquiring more Steam games than I'll ever be able to play in my lifetime. When's the article on "How To Get A Whole Month Of Uninterrupted Free Time To Play All The Video Games You Bought On Sale Over The Past Five Years"?

Here's your Witcher 3 spoilers: Geralt smolders with generic rage while boning a bunch of poorly written female characters with big gazongas. Someone get me a video game gossip column, I have all the scoops.

Right on schedule! I turned 40 today, and here is a new trend followed by young people which appears self-evidently absurd! Fetch me my cane that I may shake it while yelling at a cloud, and my belt-onion.

So, it's 1991, I'm 18 and spending Christmas holidays in Calgary with my school chum A. His parents, whom I'd not met before, are a college professor and a Unitarian minister, and they live in this enormous house in the burbs which is all brightly decorated in honor of the season.