I am now on the otter beat. I am Jezebel's otter editor.

Please do not with Deacon.

Do not even JOKE about Dolly Parton dying! I am not ready! I will never be ready!

Me too! *high five* :)

I turned 18 in April of 2000. Since then, I have voted in every general and mid-term election. At no point have I ever voted for someone that I was fired up about or felt really wanted to assert real change in government for the betterment of the American people. Voting is just picking the lesser of two evils and I…

Here is an encouraging story though! when I went to my polling place yesterday, which is in a rural county in the South that went blue for the first time in '08 (coincidentally, the first election I could vote in) thanks to a strong contingent of aging hippies, there was a young man who had just turned 18 and was…

and props to the Democrats who blocked immigration reform and expanded background checks for guns, thinking it would save them, and then ended up losing anyway. Good job, pals.

I don't blame young people. I blame Democrats for not inspiring voters. For being Republican lite instead of Democrats.

the roll of shame! What a marvellous juxtaposition! I love

Years ago, I was living in New Orleans, where we take Halloween (and indeed, any Drinking Occasion) very seriously, and my parents and grandmother happened to come in on November 1 for brunch on the top floor of an upscale local hotel. Afterward, we were riding back down in the elevator, and it stopped to let on a…

I didn't see this one, but rather I lived it. My costume was "Roller Girl", complete with old school skating rink roller skates. There was a "gentleman" whose attention I had commanded—he didn't live in the city that I did, so I accompanied him to his hotel. After a few hours of sleep, I decided it was time to make my…

And why isn't this a horse-collar? Is it only a horse-collar if he hangs on?

From what unnamed sources have said, the Navigator PR firm cut ties, because he was lying to him about the depth of the problem.

Most of the time, PR firms let go of clients because the client refuses to follow their advice. Jian's Facebook post was pretty much a disaster as a pre emption, and it backfired.

It's especially delicious because his PR firm was standing behind him up until Thursday; they had swallowed the ol' "jilted ex-lover making up lies, bitches be crazy" story he'd fed them. But now, after a popular actress/military captain & an author/lawyer have come forward publicly, Navigator was all like "whoops,…

We'd probably apologize for getting infected.

Long-time lurker joined just to post this, because it is the creepiest (real-life) story I've heard. It happened to a friend, and from the way she confessed it to me (not braggy or laughing, just genuinely creeped out) I can vouch that it's true, for what its worth.

This happened in my junior year of high school.

My boyfriend and I are both outdoorsy people and love to go camping. We usually go quite a few times in the summer, but the absolute best is during the fall. The colors are beautiful, it's not too cold out yet, and there's less competition for camping spots.

I forgot I drank all of the wine. When I got home and trader joe's was closed. The horror. The horror.