Sarah Palin has quit her second job in four years, leaving Fox News. Maverick move. Anyway, more time for shopping.

We're seeing the first previews of Manti Te'o's interview with Katie Couric, set to air tomorrow. In the clip, Couric flat out asks Te'o why he ran with the story about his dead girlfriend, even after learning the whole thing was a hoax on Dec. 6.

The Washington Post has a long and proud journalistic tradition of owning the DC Hipness beat—continuously breaking news on the young, hip vibe of our nation's capital, where conservative and liberal nerds alike can come together to act, apallingly, like children. This eagle-eyed coverage of The Hip is something of which DC—and its hip residents—can be proud. Along with the city's great selection of tapas.

Tom Foreman is an Emmy Award-winning journalist for CNN who has covered everything from the Sago Mine explosion to the economy to the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. He has also been obsessively writing letters to President Obama for the last four years. Every. Single. Day.

Barbara Walters has been hospitalized after falling on a stair and hitting her head at the British Ambassador's home.

Last week, John McPhee published a lengthy piece on The Structure of Nonfiction Writing in The New Yorker. The collective eye-glaze of readers upon hearing that news could cover all the world's donuts. We're happy to report, though, that McPhee has surprised us.

Good Morning America anchor Robin Roberts announced this morning she expects to return to the show sometime in February. Roberts has not been on live television since August, when she began treatment for myelodysplastic syndrome (MDS), a rare blood disorder.

It is January 3, 2013. We are proud(?) to inform all of you that this website you are now reading (Gawker.com) is now ten years old. Double digits. Fuck.

As the Tribune Co. emerges from bankruptcy, heed its lesson: don't put a clown or an asshole in charge of your company.

With our profuse apologies, we now present to you, in no particular order, the 50 least important writers of 2012. Enjoy, or not.

Like son, like father. As Instagram reels from the backlash over its new Terms of Use, announced — and then revised — earlier this week, its parent company Facebook has introduced a new service that's likely to be highly unpopular.

On February 19 of this year, there was an avalanche in the Tunnel Creek drainage area of Washington's Stevens Pass ski area. Three skiers were killed. Tragic, but not extraordinary: over the past decade, an average of 25 people per year have been killed in the US in avalanches. In 2011, the death count was 34.

The Masters of the Universe can be identified by their socks. Their millions of dollars, their vast power over commerce, and their socks, which must protrude four inches below the cuff of their suit pants when seated. Any greater length of sock exposure would indicate that the wearer was sitting with his legs crossed. The Masters of the Universe sit with both feet on the floor. These are the alpha dogs.

While you were busy unfollowing the Pope on Twitter, the evil geniuses at Facebook were busy compiling your year in review, based off your most popular posts.

Just over a week since the New York Post ran its hugely controversial cover photo of a man about to be crushed to death by a train—headline: "DOOMED"—another man was killed in New York City, and the Post again decided to broadcast an imminent death on its cover.

Mike Bloomberg, who can buy anything he wants except the WSJ or NYT, is considering buying the FT. Consolation prize.

Yesterday, both The Daily Beast (or, more accurately, whatever Tina Brown can toss together after they've absorbed the corpse of Newsweek and laid a bunch of people off) and the Washington Post announced that they may be instituting online paywalls in the near future, making readers pay to read more than a handful of articles. In many ways, online paywalls are the future of online media. But that doesn't mean they're going to work for everyone. A few unavoidable facts that media executives should consider:

Samir Jain, India's version of Rupert Murdoch, is just as mercurial, powerful, and feared as Murdoch himself.

Last Friday, the Tampa Bay Times published a nuanced and heartbreaking feature story about Gretchen Molannen, a 39 year-old Florida woman with a condition known as "persistent genital arousal." Molannen described how her condition—likened to constant, unceasing physical arousal without any of the accompanying mental or emotional arousal—forced her to masturbate for hours on end and virtually destroyed her personal and professional life. The day after the story was published, Molannen committed suicide. A local blogger says the paper has "blood on its hands." It does not.

NY Times restaurant critic Pete Wells admits he is "skeptical of pasta salad." Media bias is everywhere.