Women are paid less than men. Besides spontaneous castrations, one way to engage this problem is through higher education. And now, a study which shows ladies exactly what to do in college in order to smash the patriarchy.

Stephen Marche is a terrible writer and a terrible sexist. He wrote a terrible Sunday Times essay about how men will never do more housework, so chicks should chill out and accept filth. A better move for Stephen Marche would have been to shut the fuck up and pick up after himself.

After six rounds of elimination and tens of thousands of votes cast, the Gawker Privilege Tournament has concluded. Ladies and gentlemen, please meet the Least Privileged Group in America:

Last week, sixty-four categories of non-privilege entered this arena. Today, only two remain. It is time for the final round of the Gawker Privilege Tournament, where we will determine the least privileged people in America. Vote now, and forever.

What you're looking at here is the largest analysis of the words we use on Facebook ever undertaken. Look at the words. They are you. If you're a man, you care about "fucking metal fuck girlfriend league wishes." Ladies, you're partial to "shopping excited love cute dress yayyyy." Blame yourself.

Many groups lack privilege, here in the discriminatory Babylon that is the USA. But who lacks privilege the most? We aim to find out, as a service to the public. Only four groups remain in our Privilege Tournament. Hard choices await your vote, below.

Congratulations, friends: you have democratically determined that a homeless, overweight transgender Native American Muslim zoophile with a mental illness and a latex allergy is the single least privileged person in America. Now the real work begins.

For too long, "privilege" has been a vague and unquantifiable attribute. We aim to determine, democratically, who is the least privileged group of all. This is The Privilege Tournament, round three. The time to cast your vote is now.

With your help, we are on a quest to find the least privileged subgroup of all. Yesterday, we launched The Privilege Tournament. Today, it is time for you to vote once again.

Privilege: so sweet to have. But even sweeter to not have. Privilege has its benefits, but the lack of privilege confers that sweet, sweet moral superiority. With that in mind, we have decided to determine who, exactly, has the least privilege of all.

You know how it is: you're a man. A red-blooded man. You enjoy consuming steaks, lifting iron in the gymnasium, and fucking your woman like, every day. But when you get older things change. To maintain your manhood, have you considered sucking estrogen from a fertile woman's body, like a vampire?

Here you will find an evenhanded discussion of "preferred gender pronouns." Or will you?

A Georgia mother says she was shocked to discover that her 37-year-old birth certificate accidentally listed her as a man, but was truly floored when the state's Vital Records Services refused to take her on her word that she was really a woman, and demanded she submit to an invasive Pap test to prove it.

In the hours since Secretary of Defense Leon Panetta agreed to lift the nearly 20-year-old ban on women serving in military combat units, a significant number of conservative commentators have come forward to explain why the move is bad for women.

When it was suggested a while back that, based on its rapid rate of genetic decay, the male Y sex chromosome was bound for extinction in five million years' time, women everywhere were like, "Haha, five million years' time can't come quickly enough—Am I right, ladies, am I right?"

As the number of "Shit Girls Say" spin-offs increases (black girls, white girls, Asian girls, Asian guys, gay guys, black gay guys, Southern gay guys) the likelihood of something offensive happening approaches one.

Gather round, horny America: your daily scientific study with the word "sex" in it is here, for everyone to slobber over in a scientifically acceptable way. Riddle me this: who has hotter, sexxxier sex, do you think—hot sexxxy young women whose bodies are taut, tauter, and tautest; or old and wrinkly women?

Where to begin with today's Chicago Tribune story "More men taking the reins of the cart"? Perhaps with Danny Meyer, a 35-year-old brand manager, who, we are told, "shops on his own":