Dear Gawker Ombudsman,

This Gothamist style book "royal we" around here is driving me crrrrazy! As those who care may know, here on Gawker we've got our Dickensian-monikered Alex Balk, and, pictured at right, Doree and Emily, and our new buddy Josh, and I pop in on the site now and then when I'm not lunching or leaving early or going down on management. (Plus, there's Jon Liu and Leon Neyfakh on Gawker Weekend!) At this point, it's gotten too hard for y'all much-appreciated readers to know to whom you should address your hate mail. Although it goes without saying that as at any publication, or in our case, "publication," each of us rarely acts entirely alone (we steal from each other, disagree, re-agree, and so on), still it seems that the benefits outweigh the deficits, and so henceforth let there be bylines. Obviously not every lil' round-up or whatever needs them, and of course, management reserves the right to change their—err, his!—mind.