Welcome to Thatz Not Okay, a regular column in which I school inquiring readers on what is and is not okay. Please send your questions (max: 200 words) to caity@gawker.com with the subject "Thatz Not Okay."

"I was sure I could hear mean giggles coming from inside the box of tampons as I opened it." [Modern Love, NYT]

Longtime Gawker readers are aware that I've been looking for a way out of here pretty much since the first week I took the job. Last night I had an idea that may just be my ticket out. In part, it was due to you guys; the intense response to the bubonic plague post, combined with my recent viewing of 28 Days Later planted the seed in my head. Zombie flicks are hot right now. I think I've got a special angle on the genre that will make me—and someone with the courage and funding to back it up—enough money that I never have to pretend to care about Conrad Black again. Intrigued? Of course you are. Read on.

"The paint-it-all-white thing is a total Domino trick," says Deborah, the editor of that magazine, of the Tribeca loft she shares with her husband, Slate editor Jacob Weisberg, and their two kids. Good trick! Unless anyone ever has any kind of a period.

Believe it or not, there are certain cavernous depths of bad taste that even we hesitate to spelunk. Such things have their attractions though, just in terms of finding out why an idiotic and/or offensive storyline keeps getting passed around the water cooler. One such chestnut concerns everyone's favorite topic: menstruation. Yes, we're going there.