Remember, we asked you to come up with ideas for turning a copy of Going Rogue into art. Our three favorite ideas, in no particular order, are below. We've anonymized them, partly for fairness and partly because not all of you gave us your usernames.

1. Decomposition

My backyard in Austin, TX is a wild and mysterious place. It's full of waist high weeds and the decaying remains of some dead trees my landlord recently had cut down at my insistence (I was afraid they'd fall on my roommate's car). So I'm thinking a good use for this book would be a study in decomposition. I'll get the book, open it to a random page in the middle, put it on my back patio all winter right outside my bedroom/office window, and take daily photos as nature takes its course. I can provide regular updates on its status, and when it is as completely disintegrated as a hardback book can be sitting on a concrete pad, I'll make a photo collage dedicated to the Jezebel community and compost the remains. There is a rather large feral cat colony living back there, so I'm hoping Momma Cat, Orange Cat, Big Black Cat, Fuzzy Tail Black Cat, Gray Cat, Scary Cat, and any of their assorted kittens will play on it and make something cute out of something horrifying; maybe the opossum or the amazing escaping dog three doors down will also get in on the action. I know this is not as speedy as many of the other appropriate proposals for the future of this ridiculous piece of pop culture, but I think it is truly fitting for what the book is- a piece of garbage.

2. Amelie style

I would use the book Amelie style. I would take out the pages (cause its easier to carry around) and take Polaroids of it in various locations and mail the pictures to her. Pictures would include: the book at a condom factory; happy sex workers using the book to spank their clients; cows chewing on the book; wolves tearing the book apart; the book with John Kerry kissing it and any other offensive thing I can think of.

Also, because I am an environmentalist I would recycle those pages and use the recycled paper for an edition of MS. Magazine - of course this may be hard to actually do.

3. Magnetic poetry

I'd love to cut the book up into phrases, then rearrange the phrases so that the sentences actually tell the truth. Sort of like magnetic poetry, but with Palin's own nonsense and lies as the building blocks. I'm betting the result will be considerably shorter than the original.

Now it's your turn: vote! The winner gets a free copy of the book, and their finished art project posted on the site.

If you've got a great idea for transforming Sarah Palin book into more than the sum of its parts — hollowing it out and filling it with Moose Tracks ice cream, say, or folding the pages into an origami death panel — email us at tips@jezebel.com by Friday at 5 PM EST, with "Going Rogue contest" in the subject line. We'll pick the best one and mail you our copy of the book. Then you have your way with the book, send us a pic, and we'll feature it on the site. I promise, it'll be a lot more fun than the all-nighter I pulled reading the thing — although in answer to your questions, I did have some cake.

We're looking for two intelligent, curious, opinionated and, most importantly, energetic and extremely hard-working junior Jezebels for internships beginning in early November and lasting until spring. A passion for and keen understanding of pop culture (everything from The Hills to the History Channel), women's issues, current events, the web, and the print media (particularly the ladymags we love to hate) are, obviously, major pluses.

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"Fuck you!" she exclaimed as she tried to walk around him.
"No," he returned smugly. "I'll fuck you." And biked away triumphantly before she could respond.

You get used to tuning out the day-day indignities of cat-calls and come-ons every woman experiences in her day-to-day life. This week alone, two friends mentioned "compliments" of "niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice aassssssssss titties" and "hey, I love ya boobs" and in my neighborhood there's a phenomenon of a lone guy hissing "sexxxxy" just as you pass him. This kind of insult is demeaning, depressing, indiscriminate, and quotidian.

But then, every so often, you'll hear something so bizarre, so odd, so memorable, that it sticks with you. Whether the dude in question is more creative, or merely deranged, they somehow produce insults that make an impression.

Take the time I was standing in line at the Walgreens with a toothpaste in my hand. The fratty guy behind me said loudly into the phone, "yeah, there's this girl ahead of me in line, buying toothpaste. She could be cute, but she's running around in this weird little muumuu. I'd really like to see her in some tight jeans and a halter top."

These are the guys whose words end up in the Ass-Hat Hall of Fame (working title), guys who have felt compelled to share their thoughts with the world and whose thoughts are so appalling that they deserve a larger audience. And now I want to hear yours. Send in your most absurd such experiences. And then I want to hear what you said to them. I'm sure you can do better than "That's funny, because I'd really like to see you dressed like a date-rapist whose mom buys his clothes - but, oh, wait, I already got my wish!" But hey, it was off the cuff.

I mean, I like high heels! I wear make-up and have a tendency to don low-cut shirts! Sometimes, I tie cherry stems in knots with my tongue while doing all of the above! It's entirely possible that H-Dub could look at me and think that I'm not-ugly enough to be worth penetrating with his throbbing manhood of former-Presidential power. I obviously need some help. So, I turned to Sadie, and now, as she has done before, we are turning to you. Help me pick out a Feminazi bonerkilling outfit that will make H-Dub's junk shrink back into his lower abdomen, leaving me to live my feminist-protesting, anti-patriarchy-caterwauling life in peace.


I like to call this "The Second Waver." You've got your obligatory glasses ("Guys don't make passes at girls who wear glasses!"), your vest over an anti-Bush T-shirt referencing cunnilingus, which give the outfit vague lesbian overtones, the long skirt to hide my obviously unshaven legs, and it's been paired with (if you can't tell) faux-suede clogs and mismatched socks. But can it do the trick?

SADIE SEZ: The vest makes it. If you omit a bra here, we might have a winner!




In homage to my father (yes, this is his actual nickname), I am calling this "The Butch." You've got your wife-beater paired with a baggy shirt (bonus points if you recognize the comic logo), baggy ripped jeans and some steel-toed boots. I put my hair up for extra androgyny.

SADIE SEZ: If at all possible, please accessorize with a rugged dog with a bandana around his neck.




Last up, I've got my homage to an earlier version of Stevie Nicks, completely with a long, flowy black skirt, multiple scarves, dated glasses and chunky Mary Janes (which I know Stevie doesn't wear because she's short than me, but I hear real feminists eschew heels altogether). I did manage to unearth a beaded choker, but I guess I lost all my crystal jewelry a while back. I decided the witch's hat was optional.

SADIE SEZ: This just cries out for dreamcatcher earrings! Def a crystal - to hold your energy, obvs - possibly contained in a tiny crochet pouch. And a vaguely ethnic boho bag, perhaps?! Very SF by way of Adams-Morgan, a veritable GWB Bermuda Triangle!




So which outfit will help me best avoid sexual objectification by at least one of our former Presidents? You decide.

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Outfits provided by Megan's closet
Photography by Greg Hunter

In addition to addressing the ongoing issues concerning things like tips and tech issues, we'd like to provide a bit more of a guide as to how things work and answers to common questions — "why didn't you answer my email, assholes?". To that end, we encourage readers to send questions, answers to some of which we'll publish later this week in a FAQ post. Email your FAQ questions/suggestions to me at anna@jezebel.com.

We'll be collecting and posting photos all day in a gallery. In addition to your images — people, places, parties, tchotchkes, etc — please send your first name and/or commenter name, the location/event seen in the photo, and the time it was taken. Feel free to share any and all random thoughts. You can send pics to tips@jezebel.com; start sending them early, and keep sending them late.

This is probably the closest to "skirt and festive top," but does it feel a little bit dull and mature?


Is this too fancy? Or just — too weird? Note: this can be further enlivened by the addition of a snowflake brooch of my late grandmother's for maximum festivity.


I like the idea of this dress, but is it not holiday enough?


In case you can't tell, this is a silver metallic knit — probably one of the more festive fabrications in my closet — but is it too casual?

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Here's what we'll need from you: A brief email explaining why you want to work for the site, plus a list of your work and educational experiences and accomplishments. (No attachments.) In addition, please give us a sense of how many hours per week you will be able to work. Note: We are not necessarily interested in interns who share the exact same tastes and opinions that we do; a little added variety and broadening of horizons never hurt anyone. Send your applications to tips@jezebel.com with the phrase "Summer Internship" in the subject header. *Those of the male persuasion are, of course, encouraged to apply as well.

Bonus points if you are wearing a dress that, like reader Katie's, boasts smocking.

Hats, too, are good; as are ribbons in hair — particularly ribbons intricately woven into French braids — and ruffled socks. And any white/pastel colored outfits soiled by Easter egg dye, melted chocolate, blood, etc.

As a bonus and to provide a sense of narrative to the ensuing gallery, we'd also be interested in collecting from Easter picture submitters any and all Drunk Spring Break In Cancun and/or Drunk March Madness Tailgate and/or Drunk St. Patrick's Day bar crawl pictures that might convey a sense of life's inevitable journey toward the realization of Original Sin, or more precisely, highly unoriginal sin.

(Sorry it didn't work, Jesus.)

But really, the cute pastel dress easter egg hunt candy binge photos are the most key. Send them to photos@jezebel.com and earn the undying love of Jezebel and our god (Baal) and also probably Jesus too and also probably Barack Obama.

Full gallery to come Good Friday! (Don't forget to fast!)

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Got a particularly fuzzy 'fro from 1974 you want to share? Send it in. A crooked set of cornrows courtesy of your frazzled, multitasking mom? We want those too. Oh, and ladies: Jheri curls? Please???? I'll show you mine if you show me yours. (Women of all ethnicities are encouraged to send in pictures of any and all Bo Derek-inspired cornrows they got during that cruise to the Caribbean in the fourth grade.) Send your submissions by February 15 to photos@jezebel.com with the phrase "Past Fashion: Black Hairstyles" in the headline, and be sure to include the date and location that the photo was taken (photos can be from any era). Note: We will only use original photos, i.e. no stuff stolen off the internet. And for those who can't play the game this time around, don't worry; we'll have a new set of snaps we'll be looking for in March. And April. And May. (Prom dresses!). You get the picture. (Well, actually, we do, but yeah.)

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