As Gawker retires, one of its deputy editors explores her time there, and the complex feelings she has over earning a living in journalism, a job that comes with consequences and can, she says, “sometimes feel a whole lot like tattling.” It’s fascinating.
Gawker had a contentious existence. Let’s celebrate the variety of its material by rereading this hilarious story of one reporter’s self-destructive marathon of cheap mozzarella-stick-eating spent without reading material, wi-fi or sleep, just the satisfaction of winning a bet. It gets ugly fast.
In January, Vincent Smith shot and killed his friend, Charles Carter. Both were involved in extreme antigovernment groups that advocate armed resistance to gun control.
Dee Barnes, former host of hip-hop show “Pump It Up!” who was assaulted by Dr. Dre in the early 1990s, looks back on her own experience, N.W.A.’s attitude toward women, and why the movie ignored women artists like JJ Fad and Tairrie B, who were protégés of the group.
A college professor on race, prejudice and making his way in the world.
In the wake of the Las Vegas and Oregon shootings, a long-time gun owner begins to doubt the prudence of “good guys” defending themselves with firearms:
We had our biases in this argument. My wife is the child of a cop who’s lost a partner in a shootout and had a lifetime of run-ins with wannabe civilian heroes. My father is one of those wannabe heroes. So am I. Dad and I have had our concealed carry permits for a combined 42 years. We love guns. We believe in self-reliance and self-protection.
But as the years go on and the country gets crazier—stirred up by paranoiacs, political hardliners, lobbyists, and simple gun-fetishists—I come nearer to my wife’s side. The universe of scenarios in which carrying a gun seems prudent or useful just keeps shrinking and shrinking, even as the legal freedom to wield personal firepower keeps expanding. The NRA has recalibrated its message for the 21st century: “The only thing that stops a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun.” But in many ways, the 21st century has already overtaken us good guys.
Adrian Chen tracks down Perry Fellwock, also once known as Winslow Peck, whose revelations were shared four decades ago in the radical magazine Ramparts magazine:
We set a new date: Noon on a Friday, at a bench outside the train station in Oceanside. Just as I was about to hang up he stopped me.
“Wait, I don’t think meeting at the train station is a good idea because that seems a little spookish,“ he said. ”I’m not a spook, so I don’t want to do anything spookish. Maybe you could meet me while I’m grocery shopping. What’s a normal thing we can do?”
I tried to think of things a 67-year-old antiques dealer and a 28-year-old journalist might normally do together. Grocery shopping was not high on the list. Fellwock came up with another plan: We would go to a Chinese restaurant near the train station and grab lunch.
Nitasha Tiku goes inside the world of OneTaste, a San Francisco company dedicated to the practice of “orgasmic meditation,” or OM:
“I first heard about OneTaste in March, at a breakfast meeting with a venture capitalist who had newly moved to New York from San Francisco. She hadn’t felt compelled to try it herself, but she had a friend who worked at OneTaste, who would OM if she was nervous before a big meeting. They had lingo for the men who’d perfected the craft: ‘Master stroker—that’s what it’s called!’
“Genital stimulation in a professional context seemed transgressive, even for hippie-hedonist San Francisco. Her friend, Joanna Van Vleck—who is now OneTaste’s president—met me in June when she was in New York. ‘We don’t OM, like, right in the office,’ Van Vleck explained. But she said, ‘If we have employee problems, we’re like, let’s OM together. Yeah, if two people have a discrepancy, we say: OM together!'”
The writer reflects on the 1992 murder of his brother, incorporating the stories of his friends and family members:
“Dad said he often thinks about how things might’ve been if only my brother was less naïve, better prepared for confrontation. Armed.
“‘I still think that,’ he said quietly on the phone. ‘And I think: Damn.’
“The line was silent for five long seconds.
The story of the man who led the Anonymous campaign against the Steubenville rapists:
“As KYAnonymous, Lostutter had already won some renown for KnightSec by attacking revenge-porn king Hunter Moore and helping shut down a Westboro Baptist Church protest. But the decision to take on the Steubenville case unleashed more powerful forces than he had ever encountered before: international outrage, legions of vigilante followers, and a glaring media spotlight.
“It was KnightSec that would obtain the video of a Steubenville teen joking about the rape, turning an alcohol-blurred local crime into a visual that cable news could loop like disaster footage, crystallizing public opinion against the offenders. It was also KnightSec that helped create a toxically false, conspiratorial dossier on innocent parties surrounding the case.”