You probably thought yesterday's little expulsion drill meant that you were safe from redundancy for another week, right? Wrong! We are particularly bloodthirsty of late, and our mania will not be sated until we've escorted another batch of commenters off of Gawker property. This week, however, we've decided we're going to concentrate on a specific group of commenter to can. How did we choose? It's a kind of magic.
Dear Gawker University Student,
Every week we single some commenters out for approbation. This week, because we're feeling extra nice (also: loopy! and tired), we're explaining the "reasoning" behind our decisions.
We can't convict Lindsay. We can't kill Paris. So we're taking our anger out on our own commenters. Hey, slow news day, isn't it?
In honor of waning-fast Pride month, we are once again doling out keys to the Pink Star B&B this week. It is located in Provincetown.
Each week, we pick out some comments that especially amused us and award them a meaningless prize. You know why? Because we're mad with power. Or because we're hoping some commenters will totally date us.
Each week, we pick out some comments that especially amused us and award them a meaningless prize. Sometimes these comments were made by the same people we just redundancied. There's a lesson there, but we have no idea what it is.
You probably figured that we forget about redundancies this week, didn't you? Uh, yeah, we totally did! So we scrambled today to cobble together a list of people who have ticked us off in the last week-and-a-half and sent them packing. You never know when that pink slip's gonna come. (But it's usually on Wednesdays. Sorry about that.)
Each week, we have this lil' awards ceremony for best comments on the webite. This week, for reasons that will become obvious, we're inviting our prized commenters to a different venue for their virtual weekend getaway. It is located in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware.
Maybe it's the warm weather or maybe it's the extra few we tossed back at "lunch" this morning, but we're in a generous mood this week, and to show you how happy we are, we're only going to knock four of you out of the box this go around. But don't take that as a sign of weakness; next week we may be feeling especially ragged and wind up sending sixteen of you away in compensation. Anyway, time for our reverse rose ceremony. Here's who leaves.
Each week, we pick out some comments that especially amused us and award them a meaningless prize. Maybe they'll inspire you to be smarter, funnier, and an all-around better person. Maybe not!
You know who we would have liked to execute this week? Our fucking servers. But we couldn't, because they're inanimate objects. And they're already dead. (Zombie servers! Run!) In lieu of that, we've picked five of you who will now be escorted from the premises. Pack up your desks, here comes security.
Each week, we pick out some comments that especially amused us and award them a meaningless prize. Maybe they'll inspire you to be smarter, funnier, and an all-around better person. Maybe not!
Each week, thousands of reader comments are rejected by our sharp-eyed hall monitor Intern Kaila. In this installment of Mold Star Motel, Kaila, who is clearly on the drugs, discovers that there is a very special place in comments hell reserved for each and every author of the (rejected!) thoughts posted below. From which of Dante's divinely comedic circles will they finally be getting the "approved" stamp?
Some week, huh? In between all the folks talking about how callous we are toward injured children (uh, you've seen the t-shirt, right?) and questioning our commitment to making Gawker a safe space for womyn, there were plenty of options to choose from in the redundancy department. Unfortunately, we were pressed for time, so we just picked five folks at random. Let's give a final embrace to them together!
Each week, a handful of reader comments are selected for inclusion and veneration in the Gold Star Motel. Standards of excellence are arbitrary, fluid, and contradictory. The reward is strictly honorary (at best). This week, all the Gold Stars are taken from the post where we asked for your editorial ideas. Will this be the last Gold Star Motel?
As long as we're getting rid of things around here we might as well toss out a few commenters to boot. We've started to realize something: Posts about femiladyism bring out the worst in some people. A healthy portion of this week's cull comes from chick-related topics. The rest of the departed? They're just dicks. Here's who goes:
