It’s an abbreviation of “Snack Rectum.”

Can’t be Santorum, so it must be Sanctum, which has a dank and musty ring to it I don’t like in my bodily orifices.

That’s what baffles me. Beyonce is wildly successful, incredibly talented, beautiful, and one of the wealthiest women on the planet. She is not some poor downtrodden soul that needs defending.

My god! Some of these people think they’re on a crusade or something. Also, hilarious that they’re so mad at Rachel Roy for one dumb IG comment but could give zero fucks that Jay Z, you know, cheated on his wife. I guess I should prepare to be inundated by lemon emojis!

This sort of a rabid attachment to someone who doesn’t even know they exist must be filling a relationship void they have in their own lives.

Like getting unflattering photos taken down?

I’m with you. I always thought she was pretty and talented, but the ferocity of her fan base is incredibly off-putting. The week after Lemonade came out I was ready to toss my laptop in a fire over the inability to escape Beyonce related things on any corner of the internet.

I don’t find hordes of abusive “superfans” relentlessly calling people thirsty hoes and more particularly comical or “slightly nasty” but I guess that’s just me.

Maybe it’s because of my contrarian nature, but the more people refer to Beyonce as flawless/queen/supreme overlord of everything the less I like her. I do think she likes it, at least a little. I think it’s partially that she knows that the group could turn on her, but I also thinks she likes being the center of…

There’s a weird dichotomy in how stans like these think of the object of their obsession. On the one hand, she’s OMG QUEEN, someone they acknowledge to be strong, independent, and on top of the world. But somehow at the same time she is also completely vulnerable and incapable of defending herself from “attacks,” no…

I’m a major Beyoncé fan, though I don’t engage in this kind of thing (it’s gotta only be like snotty 14-year-olds with nothing else better to do, right?).

This is the second deliberately-ignorant Cattelan-bashing piece on Gawker Media within a week. I hope GM fully realises that this is a perpetuation of exactly the same type of wilfully “my ignorance is as good as your informed perspective” genre of non-thought that your writers ascribe to Trump supporters.

I think we’ve reached peak Jezebel Asshole. Just when I thought people couldn't come up with more bullsht reasons to get offended, defensive and shamey, they had to go and react to someone's lazy Sunday by bringing up poverty, food stamps and mental illness. Amazing.

I read that “Sunday Routine” feature on the regular, and when I read this one I was positively joyful! You guys complaining about it must not be regular readers of that column. They usually go thusly: “We sleep in late on Sundays, till about 7:30am or maybe even 8:00. Then I hit the gym for an hour. On the way back I…

They refer to her as “Ms. Bayer” on all the photo captions, which is hilarious in that it seems very formal when placed beneath pictures of her in her pajamas.

WAIT A MINUTE! What about Connie Britton’s hair? Does she not count as “in the entire city” since she mostly films in Nashville?

This is.......so horribly fucked up. I can’t even get over how fucked up this is. It’s hard enough going on dates with people you’ve met online, despite chatting for a week or so via text. You’re terrified of this very thing happening - that this person you think is great is not who they said they were at all. I want…

I confused DJ Khaled with the Fat Jewish.

You know how they’re doing it? Pulling that non-union bullshit and working people until they lose their minds. They have 111 PAs in the credits because there was massive PA turnover. They quit. I know the production manager who did one of the LA portions of that job and she almost had a nervous breakdown dealing with…

some pretty serious nondisclosure agreements were signed—and/or that the loyalty people feel for this woman knows no bounds.