The Virgin Saint and fierce protectress of chastity and virtue, Pamela Anderson, is renting her out home for $20,000 a week. So many things are that amount of money: college tuition, a nice car, my entire salary, half an Olsen sister's purse! Perhaps rent is so insanely high because the home is decorated by the Lady of the Manor herself. Yikes. Or maybe it is due to the crazy rumors flying that Pammy is experiencing some money woes of her own and is fixing to make a buck or two off the home. Whatever the reason, this place ain't cheap.

It's been a fantastic ride, but today is my last day as Gawker's editor-in-chief. Taking over the reins is A.J. Daulerio of Deadspin. Please make him feel welcome.

Michigan State art professor Danny Guthrie recently just finished an art project where he photographed himself in varying states of undress, caressing the naked bodies of "former and current students." Time to rev up the ol' campus controversy machine!

Former Real Housewife of New York and alcoholic diet potion impresario Bethenny Frankel won't be on TV. Well, she won't be on any more TVs. OK, she still has her Bravo show, but no one wants her on any more. Her talk show got the axe before it could even get started.

A Fox affiliate in Atlanta plans to run a story tonight about a woman claiming she had a 13-year affair with Herman Cain. How do did we learn about this? Herman Cain just popped up on CNN to warn us. A hot scoop for Herman Cain!

What is the latest cutting edge trend in the education of our best and brightest children? Blocks. Playing with blocks, made of wood. They wrote a whole damn story about it, in the newspaper there.

Each year, Black Friday is plumbed for symbols of American decline and avarice. Oh, look at the riffraff with their Wal-mart pepper-sprayings and $2 waffle iron riots! But now it's Cyber Monday, which is so cool and new.

As has become our annual tradition, we asked for your Thanksgiving horror stories and did you guys deliver. There were hundreds of tales of woe, but only one that could be crowned the winner. It's really bad.

As if it weren't enough that it's stock is shriveled, its profits gone and its subscribers are defecting, Netflix completely "ruined Thanksgiving" for some users when its instant streaming service went unavailable this weekend. How did the Netflix outage destroy your life?

We're still monitoring Mitt Romney for the moment in which his bottled-up frustrations rise to an unsustainable level and he explodes, in triumphant fashion. But what would it look like? Well, there'd be body parts to go along with the machine parts laying all over the place, of course, since it would be an explosion. But stories of his previous outbursts offer some clues for what the build-up to the final blast might look like.

Earlier this month, a rotten tooth yanked from John Lennon's head sold for $31,200 at auction. Now, an even more boring piece of Lennonalia is on the auction block: a to-do list written in black ink on a yellow legal pad.

Earlier today, our office receptionist got a call from a secretive man demanding my phone number, though he wouldn't say why. (She thought he sounded angry, though perhaps he was just excited.) He settled for my email address, and sent the following message:

As a rule, you'd best avoid peering behind the scenes of your favorite online pastime; you probably won't like what you find. Drill into the backstory of "Mafia Wars" creator Zynga, for example, and you'll find a sweatshop where ruthless managers closely monitor the performance of even cafeteria workers, and where employees are pitted against one another and bullied into emotional breakdowns.

Breakthrough study in the field of sex-on-the-mind-ology: Men do not think about sex once every seven seconds, researchers at Ohio State University report. They think about sex 19 times a day, which boils down to once every 50 minutes. (Assuming 16 hours of wakefulness and that those horrible recurring nightmares about Great Aunt Ida don't count.) By contrast, women think about sex an average of 10 times a day.

In your mordant Monday media column: NotW readers disappear, newspapers must advertise, Keith Gessen's pale jail tale, the Tribune Co. screws more shareholders, in-house news, and your headline fuckup of the day.

Kansas high school student Emma Sullivan, the teen who tweeted that Kansas Gov. Sam Brownback, a known dork, #blowsalot and proceeded to get in trouble with his social media monitors, will not be writing any apology letters to the governor. Instead, he's written one to her! This is a power play for the ages.

What, you thought New York had a monopoly on public transit freak shows? Here's a horrid (that's British for "bad") British lady ranting about brown people ruining her country.

Nate Hill is the New York artist behind the Free Bouncy Rides, Death Bear, the dead body dead body, and other, sunnier projects. Hill is biracial, and his latest work has a racial theme: for the next several months, Hill, in whiteface, will travel to Harlem as "The White Ambassador," prowling the streets to talk about important issues such as how white people are or are not stank. In the video above, watch as absurd performance art turns into an earnest and heartfelt conversation with a man on the street.

NBC, the shadow puppet and pantomime show discount emporium, needed a way to make some money since only seven Community fans now watch the network. What did they do? They went and sold their fake paper company, Dunder Miflin, to Staples. This sounds like a plot from The Office.

Now that Herman Cain's sliding back into a comfortable third place in the polls and no one cares about him anymore, how should he spend all that money he raised while he was the frontrunner? "Converting the campaign into a PAC and paying yourself a million dollar salary for the next few years" would be our plan, and it's probably his for further down the road! For now, though, he'll make fancy cartoons like this one, about the 9-9-9 tax plan.