With all due respect to Lizzie Velasquez, the vast majority of TED and TEDx talks are complete bullshit, and it's high time someone called them out on it.

Google Street View has become a treasure chest of accidentally crude street photography, from pooping pedestrians to road-sex photobombs to public handjobs. But now the uncomfortably omniscient Google vehicles have managed to become a part of their own scenery.

An XOJane Story About Being Hired at XOJane and Told to Illustrate Stories With Pics of Myself (Feat. Pics of Myself).

Pizza-within-a-pizza was previously a menu item that existed only in hypotheticals.

The year-end listicle is a stressful affair. It's important: You are defining a moment in history. It's hard: You have to remember stuff that happened twelve whole months ago, which is multiple millennia in internet years. Finally, it has a strict deadline: If you procrastinate, then the work you've done will be rendered completely irrelevant at the stroke of midnight on January 1st.

DEADLY DRUG DEATH SHOCKER: As of 2009, more Americans die from prescription drugs than die in cars. Wow. So?

Pervy American Apparel CEO Dov Charney told The Village Voice's Rosie Gray that he is "touched" to be "one of Gawker's death subjects," and while we never thought we'd say this, we are deeply excited to be touching Dov Charney (apparently to death?):

Ah, Chloe, such a good sport! In this neat (albiet extra-close up) short, the interviewers show Miss Sevigny the series of web videos that feature a man in drag claiming to be the actress. The good news? She laughed hysterically.

Breaking: Michael Caine can do a spot-on impersonation of himself. And Sean Connery. And some others. Watch him perform them all, inside.

In an effort to understand his mass appeal to the ladies, Ryan Gosling was asked about the tumblr meme about him. He played along, reading aloud some of his "Hey Girl" quotes and cracked up throughout the interview. Meta!

Look familiar? The good folks over at BBC Four made a spot-on parody of what pretty much every news report looks, feels, and sounds like. It's wonderfully meta.. cheeky, actually.

Today our fearless leader Richard Blakeley appeared on Good Day, New York to talk about Bad Yearbook Photos. However, all that Rosanna Scotto and Greg Kelly wanted to talk about was how Gawker.TV likes to ridicule morning show hosts. Whoops!

If you're familiar with the Internet, you've surely seen Hitler freakout parody videos using footage from the movie "Downfall." When YouTube removed all of these videos, the good people over at Urlesque made their own...of Hitler reacting to the news.

Today's Page Six had an especially glorious item, pitting the designs of two gossip blog networks against each other, with chatter that someone's totally biting our shit off: the socialite chronicling Guest of a Guest, and Gawker Media. That's us.

Oprah is quitting her show next year to build her cable network, but have no fear: that network will feature a reality show about the final season of Oprah's show. And a show called "Miracle Detectives." Oprah Oprah Oprah. [NYT]

Being in the same room with another human can be "weird," but being in a room every day watching television alone can be "suicide-inducing." If only there was some way to interact with other lonely, isolated television watchers, while alone...

The Home Shopping Network is a 24/7 ad for various useless crap. But is one single nonstop layer of ads enough, for consumers to learn about various pieces of crap? Or maybe could they put some ads in those ads?

"Stuff White People Like." It seemed so innocent for those first few hours. Now the whole format has been squeezed dry and used up like an old bottle of shampoo. Which is Something Hipsters Hate.

Allen Salkin - the Seymour Hersh of the Styles section - files this weekend on a group of media writers in New York who're meeting in an Murray Hill (?!) penthouse. Old school, but the rub? No twittering, blogging, oversharing.

Question for insane advice columnist Cary Tennis: "Should I ask you for advice?" Response: "Some days I ask myself if I want to live and the answer is eight pelicans going north in a gray sky." In other words, "No."