One year ago, a New York City college student named Rachael Sacks wrote a typically obnoxious Thought Catalog essay that "went viral" for approximately one week. Now, she is reminiscing on the pains of her lost fame.
Local college student Rachael Sacks enjoyed 15 minutes of fame earlier this year when she wrote an essay—telling jealous poors to "fuck off"—that was obnoxious even by Thought Catalog standards. Rachael Sacks would very much like to enjoy a 16th minute of fame.
Last week, 20 year-old New School student Rachael Sacks wrote a brash Thought Catalog essay that showed her to be a pompous rich girl full of self-regard. She quickly became the subject of a global media firestorm. In the end, Rachael Sacks may turn out to be more mature than we thought.
Most reality shows pay their casts for their time and work. A new reality show about yachting, however, has come up with the ultimate gambit for casting eccentric rich people: To be a featured passenger on the show's yacht, you must pay $50,000 to charter the boat.
Charles Forman made tens of millions of dollars selling his company last week. And thank God for that: It's been far too long since "fuck you money" went to a tech whiz who was at least marginally interesting.
Many were loathed in 2011; these are the ones we call our own. This is not a list of the world's most loathsome characters. This is (with apologies to the NY Press) a list of Gawker's most loathsome characters. Learn them. Love them. Loathe them.
Might as well get THIS one out of the way: the Sex/ Internet/ Microfame story of the week comes to us courtesy of Kat Stoeffel at the New York Observer, who introduces us to 21 year-old college student and occasional writer-about-sex on the internet "Marie Calloway" (a pseudonym). Sometimes Marie writes about sex, on Tumblr, or on Thought Catalog. Does this make her "the model for literary seductresses" in the "internet age?" No. It just makes her a girl, with a Tumblr.
Oversexed youth Courtney Stodden and her creepy actor husband Doug Hutchison have broken their silence on getting kicked out of a pumpkin patch for being too sexy.
On Sunday, child bride Courtney Stodden seductively sauntered to a scintillating Santa Clarita pumpkin patch with her hoary husband, Doug Hutchison. But before the couple could consummate the trip, they were pulled aside and precluded from purchasing any pumpkins due to the prurient nature of Courtney's clothing. On tonight's AC360, Anderson Cooper defended Courtney and her right to flaunt her "crack-o-lantern" when he put her jealous haters on his "Ridiculist."
Hollywood child bride Courtney Stodden and her 51-year-old husband Doug Hutchison stopped by their local pumpkin patch over the weekend to purchase a pumpkin that they could carve into something scarier than their May-Spooktember relationship, if that's even possible (no). But some miserable jealous shoppers who have never known true love spotted them behaving "inappropriately" amidst the gourds and complained to a pumpkin patch patrol unit, who kicked the couple right on outta there. Seems the hateful Halloween horde also didn't like Stodden's outfit of frightfully immodest Daisy Dukes, a plaid shirt tied Daisy Duke-ily in the front, and knee-high white go-go boots—even though it's what she (probably) wore to church. (Women's fashion tip: when running agriculture-related errands, wear flats instead of stripper shoes so that your heels don't get stuck in the dirt.)
Last month, we started hearing scuttlebutt that Mark Zuckerberg was on the outs with sisters Randi and Arielle. So we approached today's New York Times profile of Randi Zuckerberg with a jaded eye. But we didn't have to read too closely between the lines to find the tension between Facebook's CEO and his older sibling.
We are now living in a time in which the first generation in history that never experienced life before the internet is coming into cultural power. And it is awful.
In your majestic Tuesday media column: Justin Rocket Silverman strikes a pose, Michael Wolff is still alive, the WSJ is doing fantastic, Robert Mackey boomerangs back to the NYT, and Dealbook hires some kid.
The Sean Parkington Post? Seanster? Blogify? It's not clear what former Facebook president Sean Parker will call his forthcoming blog, but it's clear the famed tech hustler is serious about the endeavor: He's hired a firm to build buzz, and is already running ads and planning to hire writers.
If you didn't stop believin' the abduction-cum-affair of Michaele Salahi could get weirder—and make those involved appear more publicity-hungry—there's now this video from TMZ of Tareq Salahi and Michael Lohan leaving a Washington, DC restaurant together last night.
While they (and their pr team) have denied plastic surgery rumors time and time again, it seems likely that Kim, Kourtney, and Khloe Kardashian have each gone under the knife at some point during their fame-journey. We consulted Dr. Anthony Youn, a Board-certified plastic surgeon, for his expert opinion on which procedure(s) each sister has had done. Click ahead for a guide to Kardashian Sister Surgery 101!
Hud Morgan, former Gawker staple and Men's Vogue writer known for being a gangster fashionista and getting slapped by Spencer Morgan, has "done it again," so to speak: he appears in this weird video, rapping. Jokey? Semi-joke? Serious-ish? We really can't tell any more.
Feeling perhaps a little down in the dumps over poor book sales and a rescinded invitation to be Sarah Palin's warm-up comic, Christine O'Donnell retreated to the comfort of her Twitter feed today. There she delivered an electrifying message to her core constituency of spellcasters, shamans, and Vodou high priestesses, which, as best as we can make out using what we remember from 6th grade Wiccanese, foretells Palin and the president waking up this morning having swapped bodies. [Wonkette]
Former Delaware Senate candidate Christine O'Donnell has tried everything to bring attention to her book release and tour, mostly by walking out of interviews and claiming that Piers Morgan was making inappropriate sexytalk with her. How long can she milk these brief flare-ups to extend the last second of her 15 minutes? Trick question; she can't.
