And I hope it goes a little something like this.
Misty Copeland came to our office and we gave her trash.
By the very nature of our jobs, we Jezebel writers receive a significant amount of hate mail. Usually, these emails are easy to dismiss or laugh off, but occasionally you get one that’s so thoughtfully critical that it actually makes you stop and reconsider your life choices. This is one of those emails.
Why were you hiding that head under all that hair boy?
I <3 MY PARENTS (EVERYONE ELSE ON STAFF)
....is that (and of course I’m just guessing here) probably not a single man has ever taken one of the hundreds of tongue-in-cheek articles written yearly about how men should not wear shorts or flip-flops—a true opinion expressed in this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post, this post
We at Jezebel dot com are beyond pleased that singles as hot as you are reading our website.
Something to keep me warm on cold and rainy days when I have neither the strength nor motivation to keep going.
Next Tuesday, March 10th, Jezebel is hosting its first reading at The Bell House in Brooklyn. The topic: March Madness. The lineup: completely stacked.
About six months ago, the apartment I was living in at the time got robbed. Today, a detective called to tell me there'd been a DNA hit in the case — the burglar, besides being a burglar, also took a healthy swig out of my lemonade carton. That's rude.
Looks fun! We'll save you some Girl Scout cookies.
I missed the Oscars because I was watching the other Oscars, which is Rembert Explains. The latest installment of this regularly occuring flex bomb features plenty of trademark humor from beloved pundit Rembrandt Brown along the wisdom of our own Julianne Escobedo Shepherd. Skip to 14:50 for Julianne's description of…
Biased towards my quadrant of the room, based on ambient noise that floats into the back of my head and stabs me with silvery peals of joy and schadenfreude: