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• Judy Miller goes to jail — and looks fabulous on her way there.
• Matt Cooper doesn't go to jail.
• And, elsewhere, Lil' Kim is sentenced to a year and a day for perjury.
• Angelina adopts a baby boy with Brad. Or a baby girl on her own. Whichever.
• At the Observer, a new website but no lunch breaks.
• Old Kurt Andersen had a farm. A completely unironic farm.
• Natalie Portman, terrorist?
• Staten Island high-school basketball coach indicted for spanking students. Which apparently is frowned upon.
• And, to cap it all off, maybe William Rehnquist is retiring. Swell.
Gawker's Week in Review: Bombs, Jail, and Rehnquist
• Some bad shit went down in London, and we were, characteristically, obnoxiously insensitive about it. Even more characteristically, so was Greg Gutfield.• Judy Miller goes to jail — and looks fabulous on her way there.
• Matt Cooper doesn't go to jail.
• And, elsewhere, Lil' Kim is sentenced to a year and a day for perjury.
• Angelina adopts a baby boy with Brad. Or a baby girl on her own. Whichever.
• At the Observer, a new website but no lunch breaks.
• Old Kurt Andersen had a farm. A completely unironic farm.
• Natalie Portman, terrorist?
• Staten Island high-school basketball coach indicted for spanking students. Which apparently is frowned upon.
• And, to cap it all off, maybe William Rehnquist is retiring. Swell.
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• Time's guerrilla marketing continues to fail to impress.
• Hipsters head north; yuppies head further north.
• Kathy Hilton's reality show debuts, sucks.
• It was the gayest week ever at Gawker. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
• Of course celebrities are special. Even your brain cells think so.
• There's nothing wrong with Maxim. Other than everything that was wrong with it in the first place.
• Find New York ATM-emptyingly expensive? Turns out there are 12 cities even worse.
• Chicago Tribune publishes list of country's 50 best magazines, reminding you why you don't pay attention to Midwesterners in the first place.
• And how would we have made it through the week without Lindsay Lohan?
Gawker's Week in Review: It's a Gay, Gay, Gay, Gay World
• Nationally renowned psychiatry expert Dr. Tom Cruise goes on Today show, having clearly forgotten to take his own meds.• Time's guerrilla marketing continues to fail to impress.
• Hipsters head north; yuppies head further north.
• Kathy Hilton's reality show debuts, sucks.
• It was the gayest week ever at Gawker. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
• Of course celebrities are special. Even your brain cells think so.
• There's nothing wrong with Maxim. Other than everything that was wrong with it in the first place.
• Find New York ATM-emptyingly expensive? Turns out there are 12 cities even worse.
• Chicago Tribune publishes list of country's 50 best magazines, reminding you why you don't pay attention to Midwesterners in the first place.
• And how would we have made it through the week without Lindsay Lohan?
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Gawker's Week in Review: Misty Watercolored Memories of Stadiums, 'Radar,' and Mr. Big
• Think the defeat of the West Side Stadium means New York won't get a new sports arena? Think again. And again. And again.• Radar reports that Russian gadfly Inna De Silva may or may not have fleeced New York mag and Phoebe Eaton for a luxury vacation in Monaco on Kurt Andersen's editorial watch. Eaton says it's untrue, Radar says it is. We're too hot to investigate further.
• Can't quite get your mind around the TomKat trainwreck? Neither could we. Fortunately, trainwreck expert Lizzie Grubman was there to help us through this trying time.
• Like, it's so totally awesome that Mr. Big knows our name. Now if only he'd stop lying about us.
• It's amazing what your gay ex-husband's oil millions can buy: Gawker spies visited the HuffPost's pleasure dome.
• A famous editor has a diaper fetish, but we have no idea who it is.
• Tucker Carlson's MSNBC show debuted, and Henry the Intern once again has a reason to live.
• We get ignored at lunch.
• And it was a sad week for notorious New York real estate.
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Dreams That You Dare to Dream Really Do Come True: Get Paid to Surf Porn
We usually try to keep friends away from our pervy little brother — God only knows what he might pull from his nightstand and casually suggest might be interesting to "experiment" with. This particular romp, however, seems reasonably wholesome. We'll leave the seduction to him:Ever wanted to experience the exciting, glamorously underpaid life of a semiprofessional porn blogger? Well, here's your chance: Fleshbot is looking for additions to our editorial team to help mind the shop over the summer (and beyond, if things work out). Our ideal applicant(s) will have both a dirty mind and a keen eye for the sexy side of pop culture; be able to date photographs of Jenna Jameson based on her hair color and breast size; and know the proper use of semicolons.Heh. He said "semicolons." More »
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Letter From the Editors: A Double Pleasure Is Waiting for You
This was taken at approximately 7:30 this morning. More »
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Guest Editor: Thank You For Being A Friend
Well, I made it. I spent one week as the final guest editor here, and I somehow made it through without breaking any of the furniture. This is the first real, live blogging I've ever done, and I hope, when the new guy comes in Monday, I have not devalued the franchise to level of a penny stock, or, say, Salon. Thank you to the lovely Ms. Coen for fixing all my screwups and being a lovely host, to the readers for tolerating me and to Cinemax Adult On Demand, which filled in all those "downtime" gaps. Read The Black Table, pre-order my new book, hold your kittens tight and, of course, root for the Cardinals to whup up the Yankees this weekend. Let's get krump!—Will Leitch
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A Public Cry For Help: Save Intern Neel!
In times of crisis, we try not to be complete assholes. So: One of our loyal, handsome interns, Neel Shah, has just completed his tour of duty at everyone's favorite fake Ivy, Dartmouth (where he was referred to as a "campus gadfly"). He even graduated cum laude — but don't tell his parents, or he'll shame the family as the only Indian who failed to pull magna. Besides interning at Gawker for the past year, Neel also knows how to type words and create sentences, having honed his skills at The Black Table and the Observer. More »
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Gawker Media Now Hiring
Have you always longed to be the cousin Oliver to our Brady Bunch? Now's your chance, as Gawker Media is looking to fill some positions: More »
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Back By Popular Demand: The Gawker T-Shirt
Back in December, we tried our hand at selling some haute Gawker couture t-shirts — but, alas, they moved more quickly than Kevin Federline's manjuice. We didn't make enough and kinda sold out in, like, 23 minutes, thus leaving you all in a tizzy because we screwed you out of easy holiday gift options for your friends. Who knew we'd be so bad at shamelessly whoring ourselves? More »
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Clarifying The Rumor Mill: I'm Actually Dead.
Today's Daily News contained a lovely surprise: Rush and Molloy are reporting that my large-headed gimpmaster is searching for my replacement. This was news to me, of course — but, just as Jennifer found out Brad was fucking Angelina in Africa thanks to US Weekly, I've learned that Nick Denton has hired Radar's token hetero, Chris Tennant, to replace me. Seeing as I've caught on to the master plan, I expect to be bound, gagged, and shoved in a trunk any minute now. More »
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Guest Editor: We Come In Peace
Hello. I'm Will, and it is important that you know that I am pure of heart. This is my first time as a real, live blogger, as they say; at The Black Table, we have always denied we are a blog, if just because we thought that would hurt our chances to get girls. Anyway. I also have done work for Radar, and it's worth noting that I think the magazine is actually good, and that everyone there is nice and handsome and strangely tall. I am also catastrophically sunburned. So here I am. Rock me like an extreme weather pattern. Let's get krump! -WL
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Letter From The Editor: A New, Warm Body In My Bed
Proving NASA's theory that no human being can tolerate the pain of working with yours truly for more than 10 days, we've moved on to our next helpless soul, Mister Will Leitch (pronounced "leech," and best delivered with a note of sympathy for poor Will's brutal childhood). Will is managing editor of The Black Table and author of Life as a Loser, and his interests include freshly-cut flowers, high thread counts, and rare blends of hot cocoa — all of which helped him fit in with our friends at nuevo periodico Radar, where Leitch was most recently a contributing editor. Having now chosen to pursue the glamour of our revolving roster of underemployed freelance writers, you can catch Will smoking in the Gawker bathroom. Be nice, and maybe he'll let you touch his collector's edition Zuckerman Zippo.
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Guest Editor: Our Two-Week National Nightmare Is Over
It's been fun, everyone, but I'm returning to obscurity. It pays better. More »
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