Oh, hello there. I'm Doree Shafrir, and what my new jailers like to call an associate editor. For your sanity and mine, they've benevolently granted me the late monkey-helper shift, which means your afternoons will be that much more enlightening, and also leaves me more time for my various other extracurricular pursuits. Now, who am I, you ask? Well. Some of you may remember me as the girl who confessed her love for Kevin Federline, but really, that's ancient history at this point. I've moved on to bigger and easier targets, like Chuck Klosterman, a dead horse I resolve to continue kicking long past the point of rationality. Honestly, though, he likes the attention.

Anyway, that's enough about that. In closing, I should note that one of my predecessors suggested I introduce myself with a comment about my rack, but I like to think it speaks for itself. Discuss! (My twat is, however, off-limits.)