OMG, THE VIDEO.

I’ve seen the Jez staff request titles in the past--my proudest moment was when a winner borrowed my suggestion, “Nope Forever Woods.”

Am I the only one (without a life) who wishes that there were more Jezebel entries on the weekend? I don’t have loads of time to kill during the week, and it would be nice to hang with my belles and beaux during the weekend. 

“Her face is wasted on her” is just a breathtakingly awesome insult.

If you were looking around today and you felt radicalized by the lack of sexual opportunity you had

I’m a feminist, and male. No feminist has ever treated me as if they hate me, merely as if they want equality. MRAs have proven over and over that they only care about protecting an unequal status quo.

His wife’s story is basically the same as Savita Happalanavar’s, except Savita remained untreated, became septic, and died after 3 days of suffering.

I went through something very similar to this.  I didn’t lose amniotic fluid, I just didn’t have any at the 20 week ultrasound.  I ended up having the pregnancy terminated in a hospital!!!  I cannot imagine being told to “go home and wait for a miscarriage” at 20 plus weeks gestation!  This is just horrific medicine. …

Now for something a bit totally fucking kick-arse and completely true (and demonstrates why you shouldn’t fuck around with any wean from Glasgow, especially if you’re of the blood-sucking type...)

Same here! I literally read every single comment every year, even the ones posted after the cutoff date. Then I read all of the comments on the winner pages to read additional stories posted! XD

Mid 80's. Small, safe, boring suburb of Toronto, Ontario. I’m around 10 and driving in the car with my mom and brother. We just left the mall. I’m in the backseat, looking around. I notice the driver of the car behind us: gaunt, pale face, thin handlebar stache, aviator sunglasses, baseball hat. Creepy but whatever. A…

I look forward to this every October! So here’s my contribution...

My mother told me last night that I need to tell you a “sweet” ghost story to counter the one above. I don’t think it’s particularly malevolent, but, hey ho. She’s the spiritual one in my family and she thinks I should cleanse the air. So, I’m going to tell you all a wee tale that her mother told her, many many years…

At the end of this summer, I had quite a decent Facebook Marketplace addiction, and I was sporadically zipping out to drop off or pick up random items.

This is heartbreakingly familiar and scarier than any haunted house or restless spirit.  I’m a trauma psychologist who works with abused women (and occasionally men). I also grew up witnessing my father’s abuse toward my mother, sometimes explicit and evil, some times deeply insidious and gaslit. When the ones we…

i remember this story.

Dear folks that are worried their comments will never be seen, I am reading them and I am sure folks like me are reading them too. I truly appreciate all of your stories and they genuinely scare me. Your efforts are not for nothing, YOUR RANDOM STORIES ARE MY FAVOURITE. Thank you! Keep it up. With much love, me. And…

This is an experience my mother had, long before I was born.

A quick one that serves as something of a prequel to the story I posted earlier today.

Motive Unclear