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I was at a bar with friends when I first caught a whiff of the impending shitstorm. We were having birthday drinks when someone reached out to tell me that my ex had written a screed about our relationship that had been posted to a forum I belong to. Slowly, horrifically, we discovered that he had posted it to several other popular forums (that had immediately nuked it) and created a Wordpress blog that was literally nothing but his 10,000-word rant about our failed relationship. Shortly after that, we found Wikipedia edits on my page that had altered my date of death to coincide with planned public appearances (or, in one case, simply “soon”).

“5 Things I Learned as the Internet’s Most Hated Person” by Zoe Quinn

I’m out. Someone let me know when you go back to goofy/interesting articles worth my time.

I have so much I want to say about so many things but have no idea who would listen or what to even say.

I am so trapped in my fucking head. I can’t articulate anything. I have no idea who to even trust with what I say anymore.

A crisis. I’m having some sort of crisis. But why?

Question 1: Does Your Cause Require an Elaborate Conspiracy Theory to Be True?


For instance, let’s say there’s a movement called #GamerGate, about irate gamers protesting the lack of ethics in gaming journalism. OK, sounds like a good, simple cause. Now, let’s say the specific ethical breach that enraged them is about a feminist indie game designer who a bunch of gamers…

Wow way to totally miss the point of GamerGate cracked.

I don’t even know the whole story but you’re basically proving their point of “game journalism misrepresentation and corruption” by posting a really misinterpreted and heavily slanted article.

Describe your favorite Pokémon in the shittiest manner possible










fish fox with a collar thing from the 17th century

sassy white magic cat

a cloud

gem imp and zigzag lizard

hexapedal emoticon with a unicorn horn

a purple spike ball

overgrown loser of a hermit crab

filthy bipedal baby cat who makes everyone uncomfortable


If a blimp, a kite, a triangle and a dove gang-banged then painted triangles all over their shitty kid.

(Source: thedeathecchi)


It’s Shuhtheed! [video]

Apparently my mother delivered a baby whose parents named “Shithead”. She even clarified the spelling.

Okay that sentence was a trainwreck. My mother delivered a baby to some people and asked for a name for the baby. They said Shuhtheed, just like that. Then she clarified the spelling and it was Shithead, just like that.

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