Tina Brown, legendary magazine editor, rules over the Daily Beast just like she did her magazines: arbitrary deadlines, grueling "closings" and reams of printed proofs. Her glossy approach to the Web is, naturally, driving staff insane.

In our continuing campaign to stop worrying and learn to love Valentine's Day, we bring you the advice of Carrie Brownstein, reprinted from her NPR blog Monitor Mix, on how to enjoy the holiday no matter what your romantic status.

Some of the women in the New York Times story about the gender ratio at UNC—and the horrible things the imbalance makes ladies do—say their quotes were taken out of context and the story has ruined their lives.

It's national campaign stat-porn season again! Number muncher Nate Silver posted some of his magic maps this morning. These maps explain how Sarah Palin could be the 2012 Republican nominee for President!

Movieline has the great scoop that round two for the greatest sociological experiment of our time will take place in South Beach, Miami. MTV has already rented a house and is installing the duck phone right now!

Beloved hermaphrodite and pop art whosiwhatsit Lady Gaga finally gets the perfect tribute from artist Craig Gleason [NSFW] who is making dollar bills in her likeness. Yes, the medium is definitely the message, even if may be kind of illegal.

Gaining a reputation for producing silly and misguided student videos, Yale has released another smash hit! This one is for the sorority Pi Phi, which attracts potential rushers with promises of fun activities, intellectual rigor, and people thinking you're pretty.

A trend showing women outnumbering men on some college campuses gave the Sunday Styles an excuse to find the worst people at these schools, and quote them. Women get painted as floozies, but men? We're painted as seed-spreading, penis-powered primates.

Peggy Wilkins is an average heterosexual 45 year-old Chicago woman who had to rent an entire apartment above her own to hold her massive, encyclopedic Playboy collection. Gurl U no U always B our friend. [Chicago Reader via Romenesko]

Dr. Oz explained on today's show exactly how much petroleum jelly women consume in a decade. It was gross. We also got closer to seeing a petroleum jelly fight on daytime TV than ever before.

Fame has come for Snooki, and like any unconventional looking woman who's landed in the spotlight, someone feels the need to make over her image into one of bland conformity. This time it's Inside Edition and the results are frightening.

Every season, wannabes crash Fashion Week shows and parties. But few are as brazen as the daughter of a Vermont gubernatorial candidate and her BFF, who allegedly hacked into a fashion PR company's database. (I kind of admire their moxie!)

It appears that someone wants to turn Anna Wintour's fake charity Fashion's Night Out into a reality show. The only way a whole evening of shopping is going to be exciting is if there are some challenges. Some ideas!

Which fact is more befuddling: (1.) Though Sarah Palin: The Untold Story ...In Her Own Words! is written in the first person, it was made with zero input from Palin. (2.) This magazine is expected to make money.

Meredith Vieira tried her damnedest to understand the Jersey Shore this morning. She can't. The problem is that she tried to in the first place, and about a month behind schedule. When will the olds learn?

Nick McDonell was 17 when he wrote 2002's Twelve, about New York's richkids experimenting with new superdrugs. Now it's a Sundance movie, by Joel Schumacher, starring Chace Crawford, Emma Roberts, Keifer Sutherland, and 50 Cent. And it sucks. Terribly.

Have you seen a "Whose side are you on?" poll related to the Late Night Wars recently? Did you notice the small number that reflected support for Jay Leno and wonder, "Who are those people?" Well, wonder no longer.

Click to viewThis turned out to be pretty awesome: Barack Obama took questions from the House Republicans today, and it was so embarrassing that Fox turned it off early. In case you missed it, here's the whole video.

I am proud to announce that Gawker.com has hired a new columnist: really fucking good guitar player, digital cleanser and chronic masturbator John Mayer. I know it's true because I read it on the internet.