I mean, I kind of get where you’re coming from- we’ve all had that awkward cringe moment when dancing to Gold Digger in the club or whatever. But I think your original comment reads as a bit tone-deaf, because it’s on the road to saying that black artists should avoid the n-word in order to not make white listeners…

Huh? Am I reading your comment totally wrong, or are you talking about him using the n-word...and complaining about a black artist using the n-word because it means you don’t get to sing along?

To each their own music taste, but I cannot for the life of me understand the hype this album has gotten. It doesn’t feel sexy or slow-burning or hypnotic to me; it just sounds like the mess that results from too many bad song ideas and crap producers muddling about. The video is fun, but I’d rather listen to just…

Yes, I thought that was odd (though it may just be a case of tone not coming across well in text.) He’s also tended to cover a lot of ‘overlooked’ issues that liberals may not have on their radar, whereas abortion is always in the news, so I understand not featuring it right away.

...except the original comment was really, really innocuous and didn’t deserve a ban?

Not gonna lie, came here for Mark Ronson’s arms and pretty much nothing else.

I love how a pillow on the head is apparently the equivalent of, like, a smashed window and muddy footprints, plus a bloody dagger thrown in the bushes. Have none of these people ever woken up with the pillow not exactly where it was the night before?

Genuinely, though, I’m not just upset because I’ve enjoyed seeing your comments for ages- I’m upset because this arbitrary banning system feels really antithetical to the Jezebel community. Why do writers even have the power to ban? Shouldn’t there be an objective, anonymous team of moderators, so that ego and…

How are there constantly trolls everywhere leaving their noxious shit all over Jezebel and Gawker, and yet a quality, funny, awesome commenter like *you* gets the axe??! I don’t get it.

Yeah, that actually annoyed me a fair bit. You don’t need to know who Jack Whitehall is, but why assume that he’s a complete unknown to your readers, too?

Agreed. His current ‘asshole’ behaviour just strikes me as different from his former ‘asshole’ behaviour- he’s gone from acting like a spoiled enfant terrible to saying properly insane things. He lost his mom to botched plastic surgery and spent years expressing his hatred of paparazzis- and now he’s married into the…

Who am I kidding, I’ve got to stay, there’s nowhere else on the interwebs for me to go. The heady mix of feminism and kittens has made me a Jez addict for life.

Jezebel is rapidly becoming a place where I don’t want to read the comments, because I know that for every single sensitive, intelligent, interesting comment (like yours) there will be a dozen ungreyed MRA trolls spreading their poison. Has it always been this bad? Because it feels like it’s gotten worse.

Azealia makes some great music, but her attention-seeking and prejudices are getting so old. I do wonder if she has some sort of mental health/substance abuse struggles, because in the past few years she’s moved far beyond the usual spoiled celebrity antics. Stumbled across her Insta once and it was really really…

I grew up in Illinois and my big public high school had a nurse. That was one nurse for 4,500 students. It was actually awful, because it meant you could never call your parents to take you home sick- you had to go to the nurse, and unless you had a fever, were vomiting, or had a broken bone, she would NOT let you go…

UK too please! It’s not an easy place to go from casual acquaintance to close friend.

I love this idea. I live in a big city and go to a big university, so I’ve got plenty of casual social contact and my 5-6 super close friends, but I want to find more people in between- a sort of general gang who are up for going out and doing stuff. As it stands, I never do stuff in groups bigger than 3 or 4, and…

I lived in Rome for a time, nothing like hyper-fashion Milan, and even there I had a lingerie shop assistant snort with derisive laughter when I asked for a 34D bra and say, “We don’t carry plus sizes here.” For reference I’m 5’9” and 128 lb, and can safely say I have *never* thought of myself as plus-size...

In the US, I used to get steamers all the time! Here in the UK they’re called babyccinos, and they’re rarely offered with flavours, boo :-(

My most embarrassing story had nothing to do with how public it was, and everything to do with the asshole who made me cry.