Welcome to Thatz Not Okay, a regular column in which I school inquiring readers on what is and is not okay. Please send your questions to caity.weaver@gawker.com with the subject "Thatz Not Okay."

A popular Chinese sitcom called iPartment has been on the receiving end of increasing flak from viewers who contend the show is little more than a compilation of jokes shamelessly stolen from American sitcoms.

It's been days since one of Beyoncé's back-up dancers tweeted a picture of herself posing with Kim Kardashian backstage at Beyoncé's triumphant return to the spotlight in glitzy Atlantic City, and the world is still no closer to knowing whether Beyoncé and Kim Kardashian are friends or enemies or frenemies or indifferent or one of them thinks they're friends and the other one is like "I don't know that person" or what.

Men. Canada is full of them. And women. In almost equal numbers. But should they be friends? Or only sex partners and enemies? These are the questions plaguing our northern neighbors, as evidenced by an article recently published and republished on several of the websites of the country's major newspapers owned by the Postmedia publishing group:

Another week, another episode of Girls with no black people, another Gawker Media piece about why it's fucked up to not include black people in your show about New York, another article from angry neocons attacking Gawker Media. The dust Lena Dunham's new HBO show has managed to kick up thus far is remarkable in light of its relatively average ratings. But it's also noteworthy because far fewer people seemed to care when the crimes of which the show is accused happened before—many times. Though it's taken on different iterations throughout the years, the white-ified TV New York City has served as a backdrop for lots of America's most beloved programs, and there is no sign that that trend is slowing. Hate Girls all you want, but recognize that Dunham is following a precedent that started even before she was born.

Widener University in Chester, PA has dug down deep to find tragedy within tragedy, an Inception of tragedy, for an art gallery exhibit opening this month. Here's what they came up with: There were twelve dogs on the Titanic. And nine of them died.

It's a Monday afternoon and you could use a little pick me up. You've earned it. Why not take a gander at this excellent tumblr, featuring Ms. Chanandler Bong dancing on various nouns. What fun! There he is dancing on the Pope. Now he's on Nyan Cat. Hey don't look now, but there he is on some Nutella. Ha that Chandler Bing, he's really going for it.

New Facebook is here! And with it—as with all major Facebook updates—comes a whole new world of messing with your friends. (And a whole new world of being messed with.) Let's take a look.

A new study has found that Facebook's 721 million users are separated from each other by just 4.74 friends. That means, there's just three people separating you from someone who participated in one of those disgusting Facebook chicken pox parties.

I've seen two things on the internet today about whether or not people should accept friend requests from certain people. I thought this was an easy decision, but the cowed internet legions out there have turned it into an existential question that needs input from French philosophers. So, here's a handy guide on whether or not to hit "Confirm" or "Not Now."

Women: what are they smiling about? Gurrrrrl.... U no it's U, gurl!

The night of August 27th must have been bittersweet for Robert Jeffrey Young and Mark Rubinson, of Denver, Colorado. It started around 11pm, when Young stopped in to see his old friend Jeffrey Jarrett, who was going to let Young couch surf at his place for a while. But Jarrett was dead when Young arrived.

Or something! Today we provided you with a guide to how to navigate America's bleak economic landscape. It's pretty bleak! But how did we get here? And where should we go? One commenter thinks they have it figured out.

Though New York Post sex columnist Andrea Peyser's primary fixation has always been kitties, she's long been a connoisseur of weiner, as well. Needless to say, she's quite broken up over the end of this Anthony Weiner story. Behold:

Last night I made the mistake of watching Modern Family in real time. The problem wasn't that I couldn't fast forward through the commercials (though it did suck) but that I got sucked into not one, but two episodes of the new sitcom Happy Endings that followed it. Even worse, I actually liked it.

Coupon company Eversave surveyed 400 women about their Facebook friends. 83% of respondents admitted to being annoyed with friends' Facebook presences. 63% of women said their friends "complain all the time." 41% hated their friends' political views, and 32% were sick of their stupid perfect friends bragging about stupid perfect lives.

Brain friends! Comet comparisons! DNA crime laws! Energy drink deceptions! Monster phalanges! Space sex! It's your Monday Science Watch, where we watch science—friendlessly, endlessly, relentlessly!

Chandler's new show premiered last night where Monica's old-new show should have been, and it blew it out of the water. Also today: lots of pilot casting news including TV roles for movie people, an interesting idea for The Office's future, and a scintillating blind item.

No, nothing in her personal life. In her professional life. It was a big decision! Also today: news about The Avengers, a Vampire Diaries catastrophe is saved, and Julia Roberts is really really jealous of someone.

Nothing like a frozen yogurt to cool off after an intense Dancing with the Stars rehearsal. Bristol Palin stepped out with a friend for a cool treat in LA on Friday. That friend's brother is accused of murdering unarmed Afghans.