Animal rights group PETA has managed to find another stupid way to attract attention: They've asked the city of San Francisco to rename the Tenderloin neighborhood something more in line with the city's perceived eating habits. The group's suggestion? The Tempeh District, because "the city deserves a neighborhood named after a delicious cruelty-free food instead of the flesh of an abused animal," PETA VP Tracy Reiman wrote in a letter to San Francisco's mayor. Oh god. Too bad PETA got it wrong, though. "Tenderloin" was the term used for bribes given to cops in the area back when the neighborhood was still "gritty."

A study of young Australian women found that one-third had felt sad after sex at least once, and 10 percent "frequently or almost always" had after-sex sads. Obviously, further research will be needed to make sure that it's not just because these poor women were having sex with Australians; study author Robert Schweitzer of the Queensland Institute of Technology suggests that one reason for "postcoital dysphoria" may be "biological predisposition." Either way, let's hope these women can find a cure for their affliction and return to feeling the only appropriate postcoital emotion: Shame. [LiveScience; image via AP]

Girls Gone Wild founder and Gawker Douche of the Decade Joe Francis has been representing himself in a Panama City courthouse this week, in a civil case brought against him by four young women who fell prey to his "you expose yourself, I give you this magical tube top" routine. If you think this hilarious arrangement has disaster written all over it, you're right!

The Arizona legislature, which long ago decided to focus its energies almost exclusively on Problems That Do Not Exist, has finally turned its eye to the terrible non-epidemic of racially-motivated abortions. Yes! The crazy-eyed skinhead state just made it a felony to "knowingly perform or provide financing for an abortion sought because of the race or sex of the fetus or a parent's race."

An obese man died after being found "fused to his chair" in his Bellaire, Ohio home, where he had sat in a recliner for two years. Police—called by his girlfriend—had remove him through a hole in the wall.

Requests are pouring in to West Hollywood City Hall to have a street named for Liz Taylor. How they'll fit "Elizabeth Taylor Hilton Wilding Todd Fisher Burton Burton Warner Fortensky Ave." on a street sign is their problem.

Here's a video of Montana Congressman Alan Hale speaking out on the House floor this week against DUI laws. Hale believes they destroy "small businesses" (read: bars, like the one he owns). Is he actually supporting drunk driving?! [Gawker.TV]

Here's a video of Montana Congressman Alan Hale speaking out on the House floor this week against DUI laws. Hale believes they destroy "small businesses" (read: bars, like the one he owns). Is he actually supporting drunk driving?!

Stop! Don't move that Oreo! The Environmental Protection Agency has just announced that trace amount of radioactive iodine have been identified in samples taken from the U.S. milk supply. As vegans everywhere chuckle to themselves smugly, you're probably wondering to yourself—how the hell did that happen?

On tonight's Daily Show, Jon Stewart—during an "Indecision 2012" segment—opened with discussion of potential Republican presidential candidates for 2012 and the need for them to desperately appeal to what amounts to a pretty ridiculous base of voters. [Gawker.TV]

On tonight's Daily Show, Jon Stewart—during an "Indecision 2012" segment—opened with discussion of potential Republican presidential candidates for 2012 and the need for them to desperately appeal to what amounts to a pretty ridiculous base of voters.

During an interview on Monday, Univision news anchor Jorge Ramos asked President Barack Obama whether or not he had his own computer, eliciting the sassy retort above. He's the freaking POTUS. Of course he has his own computer! That the interview happened to be part of a town hall for students, parents and teachers at Bell Multicultural High School, in D.C.'s Columbia Heights, kind of works against the whole cool-factor, however: Now every teenager in America can say, "I was just trying to be more like the President!" the next time they respond to a teacher's earnest query by cracking wise in class. [via The Daily What]

Ah, spring in Los Angeles. The temperatures are climbing, the breasts are augmenting, and frat boys are copulating on rooftops. Yesterday, we shared photos of a Kappa Sigma fraternity member and female companion engaged in a variety of illicit yoga poses on the roof of USC's Waite Phillips Hall. Today we meet the man who took them.

Live Nation Entertainment, the live music behemoth forged in the mega-merger between ticket seller Ticketmaster, artist manager Front Line Management Group, and promoter and venue owner Live Nation, finds itself at a crossroads. [Gizmodo]

After a fight with his pregnant girlfriend, a Staten Island man went to her house, stripped naked in the elevator, and took a crap. He then wiped the crap on her door and used his clothes to set the poop and her door on fire. What a shitty thing to do!

John Oliver has a problem with the fact that UN Secretary General Ban Ki Moon never swears. With a job like that, he should be dropping the F-bomb after hearing about the latest "fucking calamity that has befallen mankind."

We've reached the final episode, and it's a two-horse race. And Will Mike Isabella win by a neck? Or will Richard Blais prevail in a hair-raising finish? Join us in the comments as we live-blog the home stretch!

A guy is skating out of a trick when a kid comes skating right through his path creating a big collision. Like a champ, the kid is back up on his feet before the big guy even knew what happened.

It's that time again! Tonight—from 8:00 to 10:00 PM, live on FOX—this season's American Idol Top 11 (again) will perform for the judges' critiques and our votes. Want in on the action? Your open thread is inside. [Gawker.TV]

Today we heard that the world's most perfect human, Gwyneth Paltrow, might be starting a cooking magazine. Calloo, callay, oh happy day! What sorts of down-home recipes will this humble working mother put together for us? One commenter had an early peek.