Stop the presses. Take a seat. I mean, really, seriously prepare yourself for the news I’m about to deliver: Rob Kardashian has unfollowed Blac Chyna, his fiancée of three months, on Instagram IN ADDITION to deleting all photos from his account including MULTIPLE images of Blac Chyna. Wow.
Two book nerds found each other through Twitter, so who are we to say that love is dead?
In a masterfully sly move, Kim Kardashian has posted to her Snapchat account footage revealing that, despite what Taylor Swift has claimed, the pop star signed off on Kanye West’s lyrics for “Famous,” the first single from Life Of Pablo. The videos capture the phone conversation in which Kanye obtains Swift’s approval.
It seems like it was just a matter of time before our friend Ramona Singer joined the ranks of celebrities who cannot manage to properly read their sponsored content emails.
You may have thought that looking at Instagram right before bed only caused intense FOMO and other feelings of worthlessness, but it can also mess up your eyeballs.
Woozy, a melodic rock band out of New Orleans, has been dropped from its labels and effectively disbanded after a woman in another band publicly accused a Woozy member of sexual assault.
Charles Marlowe, aka YouTuber “thevegancheetah,” has fashioned himself as a critic of vegan YouTube personalities, a community to which he also belongs.
The It Gets Better Project is maybe Dan Savage’s most ingenious creation, and that’s really saying something given that I’m referring to the man who made Rick Santorum’s last name synonymous with a frothy mix of lube and fecal matter. The initiative Savage formulated in 2010 with his husband Terry Miller in the wake…
Occasionally, in my harrowing travels through the endless and labyrinthine interpersonal vendettas within the vegan YouTube community, I’ll discover drama that I’ve overlooked. Perhaps there was a feud between two lesser YouTubers whose channels I have not yet subscribed to, or maybe something went down in the…
Stop. Sit down. Stand up. Sit back down. Slowly! It’s time to pick up a few lessons about social media, naked photos and new journalism from the tech prodigy Kim Kardashian.
Yesterday your Twitter timeline and Instagram feed were likely cluttered with pictures of celebrities in orange shirts, because yesterday was National Gun Violence Awareness Day.
One rule of thumb to remember when you’re being paid to scam people out of their money through Instagram product promotion is to make a semi-respectable effort to look like you actually use the product in question. Our friend Scott Disick apparently did not get that memo.
What did you do this week? Worked long hours? Cried on the phone with your mom? Got in a fistfight? Went to an underwater spinning class? Wrote your wedding vows? Whatever it is that you did, just know that while you were doing it, there was a vegan talking into a computer about another vegan who disgusts them.
I can’t say that the possibility of Secret Agent Kim ever crossed my mind, but the world is wide and full of wonders.
Jezebel has joined Snapchat, at jezebeldotcom; today, we shall chronicle the saga of Ellie Shechet (above) and Joanna Rothkopf experiencing their first-ever Electric Daisy Carnival New York, in which I will teach them the meaning of large-scale raves and how to interpret strange language like “Caspa b2b Rusko.” (That…
Since we last came together to discuss the free speech battle absolutely shaking the vegan YouTube community to its core, so much has happened. I do not know exactly what, but so much has happened.
Deep within the extremely regular bowels of the vegan internet, there is an Australian YouTube personality by the name of Freelee the Banana Girl. Freelee eats 51 bananas a day, and she does not fuck around. Freelee is causing so much drama, you would not even believe!
I assume that one of the most frustrating things about being famous—and I’m talking A-list, Obama is aware of you, Ellen and Jimmy Fallon love when you drop by their shows and play games with them famous—must be all the unexpected run-ins with fans. There you are, walking the 40 feet from where the Uber dropped you…