The year 2015 was the year female journalists let their boyfriends dress them for content. The trend began last February, when xoJane published a personal essay titled, “I Let My Boyfriend Dress Me for a Week,” by Kelsey Lawrence. In order to promote honesty in their relationship, Lawrence wrote, she asked her boyfriend to pick out her outfits each day for a week, and he did.

It's morning on Rikers Island and popular Canadian TV star Drake is waiting to see Lil Wayne. The rapper finally appears, diminutive in his oversize orange jumpsuit. Drake smiles broadly and mouths through the glass: I-FUCKED-UR-GF. A single teardrop rolls down the single teardrop tattoo on Wayne's cheek.

While not many of us are often trapped in this predicament, a five-year-old was caught on camera by his mother admitting that he'd have to "give up" one of his girlfriends because it was causing him too much stress.

How was your Memorial Day weekend? Hopefully great. Hopefully a Memorial Day weekend you will never forget. Us Weekly reports that humble Christmas tree farmer Taylor Swift passed the weekend in the State of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations, where she recently purchased a sprawling $17M beachfront mansion filled to the brim with tasteful striped fabrics and whispers and ghosts. A couple weeks ago, a man from Illinois was arrested after allegedly swimming up to the mansion while Taylor Swift wasn't there, but he was not invited to Memorial Day. She was joined by Hailee Steinfeld, the 16-year-old who played a 14-year-old girl in True Grit, and Gossip Girl's Jessica Szohr, who spent the weekend getting cut out of paparazzi photos of Taylor Swift and Hailee Steinfeld.

Women: what are they smiling about? Gurrrrrl.... U no it's U, gurl!

According to Ask Men's annual Great Male/Female Surveys, half of all straight men say they would dump a girlfriend who got fat. 20 percent of straight women say they'd dump a boyfriend who got fat.

Oh dear. A site called Brokelyn, for the recession-affected Brooklyn dweller, has published a "First Person" article entitled "How to survive as a SAHG (stay-at-home-girlfriend)." Hm! OK. It could be a tongue-in-cheek kind of jokey type thing, right? A humorous essay chronicling the silly misadventures of a young woman stepping into more "traditional" domestic duties while her live-in boyfriend is at work and she's looking for a new job. But... it's just not. It's really just not! Let's observe some samples from Quiana Stokes' strange composition.

Thanks for participating, Kelsey Hawkes, but another ex-girlfriend of Tucson shooter Jared Loughner, Ashley Figueroa, has emerged on television. Figueroa also dated Loughner in high school, and she brings the dirt: "I think he's faking everything."

A new face from the Jared Loughner universe has emerged. Kelsey Hawkes was Loughner's girlfriend six years ago. How was Jared then, Kelsey? Great! His parents? Great! Any violent tendencies? None. Jared Loughner was a real Casanova. Video inside.

A new Daily Mail story alleges that Julian Assange seduced the girlfriend of an anonymous American journalist the same week as the sexual encounters he is now facing rape charges over. Which makes us wonder: Which American journalist?

When heir to the New York Times throne A "to the muthafuckin" G Sulzberger joined the paper as a cub reporter last year, we asked—for journalism reasons—whether he had a girlfriend. Now he has "spilled the beans," love-wise!

Not. Cool. This girl has had it with her boyfriend playing too many video games. The obvious solution? Smash his X-Box 360 with a freaking golf club.

Every time we post a photo of A.G. Sulzberger, heir to the New York Times throne, the ladies go wild. "Is he single?" they ask, lustily. We want to know too, but for professional reasons!

The return of Freddy Krueger. The sad remaining of Chace Crawford. Christina Ricci books a porn movie, The Hangover goes out on the town again, and The Game hopes to keep playing.

You, the public, recently got to preview portions of the horrific (currently in production!) movie script for I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell, written by "Dude, I did 12 shots of Jamesons and totally puked on that chick's tits" bro-blogger Tucker Max. The primary question that arose afterwards was, "What kind of girl would go out with this asshole?" Well, ladies and gentlemen, we (purportedly) have an answer-with all of the "whores," bad sex, emotional manipulation, fried chicken, drunk driving, and, uh, other bad things that you would have imagined: A tipster forwarded us the following text, which they say is an entry that was deleted from Tucker Max's ex-girlfriend's blog. We don't follow the man's love life closely enough to know whether this is true, but the blog does have Tucker Max listed as its contact person. Portions of this post have been floating around the internet for some time now. That's our disclaimer. Now here's the alleged Tucker Max love experience: