Adrian! Play nice. Also, BuzzFeed posted this over three months ago. It's okay, I can't keep up with the internet, either.

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I suggest we all do like I did and make ridiculous .gifs of said Jenner music video (which is the best thing in the world, by the way) [jezebel.com]

Are you angry about Kim Kardashian? Are you angry about the rich not paying enough taxes? This is your jam! The Courage Campaign has launched a new commercial that shames Kim for making $12 million dollars in one year alone and getting taxed only one percent more than everyone else. It begins with the classiest of quotes from Kim, which goes as follows: "Being on TV has changed my life because… (pause) I get lots of free stuff!" Gross.

Today is my last day at Jezebel. It's been both an honor and a pleasure: an honor to work with such a talented staff of inspiring ladies, and a pleasure to be able to get paid to do the cover the television and junk I watch on an everyday basis. I want to thank you all for viewing my TV highlights, nostalgic videos, celebrity tweets, and the rest of the pop culture trash I so enjoy. But even more-so, thank you for indulging me in the silly stuff, like my schoolgirl crush on Ryan Gosling, .gifs of Nancy Grace's boobs, and my excitement about old Nickeoldeon shows returning to TV. Can you believe that before this job, I'd never never even laid eyes onto a single Kardashian-related reality show?

Starting in January I'll be working over at BuzzFeed, but do keep in touch! I tweet, I post my favorite stories on Facebook (fuck the timeline, though!), I'm one of those tumblr addicts, and you can bet I'll still be hanging out over here, lingering in the comments.

My one complaint upon leaving lovely blog is this: How come you guys get to hang out with Mindy Kaling the day after I leave? The irony of her book title is not at all lost on me.

Stay real, Jezzies!

P.S. Apologies in advance if the splash image for this post makes you feel funny inside.

In today's Tweet Beat, we scratch our collective heads at what could have been so awful to make Mia Farrow cry. Plus, Hulk Hogan and Charlie Sheen hang out, Kylie Minogue's fantastic shoes, and it looks like the cast of Full House is doing just fine in their adult lives.

This scene from a short '80s film (that once appeared on MTV!) highlights the frustrations of a young girl at the computer lab. She, apparently, is what some bully's Dad calls a "techno-dunce." Obviously this leads to the classroom teacher bringing the boy to the principals office; when she shuts the door behind her, and the kids launch into what's possibly the most ridiculous musical number ever portrayed in film. I'm not sure how the theatrics helped to teach the young lady how to get over her fear of computers — or even use them at all — but I suppose the collective bullying by a classroom of peers through songs is enough to get anything accomplished.

An aside: was it mandatory to wear thick-rimmed glasses in a computer lab back in the 80s, or is this just some friendly, dweeb-stereotyping?

[Laughing Squid]

Before I proceed to rip apart what's got to be the worst clothing item I've seen since the Forever Lazy, I have an admission to make: I love jeggings. I think they're comfortable and I wear them nearly every day. (I would never wear them in the place of jeans, or pretend they're not what they are.) That said, what in fucking hell inspired this company to come up with a trashier-looking version of pajama jeans — but for men?

Lakeside suggests you invite your man to "kick back and relax in these Knit Jean Lounge Pants printed with realistic designs" for the holidays. Realistic designs, eh? Does every man walk around with gigantic holes in his pants? I don't think so. Even worse is the "dark wash," which has a fake pair of boxers hanging out of the top:

Dark Wash has realistic designs of patches, rips and what looks like your favorite pair of boxers peeking out the top; the back has the same great details.

But what if your man wants to actually wear his boxers underneath his pajama jeans? Nobody wants to look like they're doubled-up in boxers, because who does that? People with extra-potent farts?

And don't you worry, ladies: they offer a pair for women titled "Boyfriend Jean Lounge Pants" that "look like a boyfriend's pair of old jeans and feel just as comfortable." The worst offense of all? Most of the sizes of the pajama jeans are sold out due to popular demand. To popular demand. Is it just me, or is there a lazy epidemic going on in this country? I blame the Snuggie.

[The Stir via HuffPo]

Last night, Real Housewives Of Beverly Hills, 90210 took a very ugly turn. When we found out that Russell Armstrong took his own life — and that Bravo would be airing almost everything that led up to that event — I was torn. Torn because these housewives had swiftly become my favorite and because it seemed indecent to air the fake events scripted for reality television for the entire world to see. Most of the season was Russell-free, but eventually he crept in, being creepy at a dinner party, making demands at his daughter's birthday party, and half-heartedly going through marriage counseling. But last night's episode was the worst yet — and I'm not sure I can look at these people the same way again.

The scene was Kyle's annual "White Party" (not racist, just the kind of party rich folks have, for which there is an all-white clothing dress code) and the ladies were flipping out because Russell had threatened Camille Grammer with a lawsuit for mentioning the domestic abuse going on in his home while cameras were rolling. Camille's attorneys suggested she not speak to either of the Armstrongs and as such, Kyle felt it was necessary to tell Russell And Taylor that they were not allowed to attend her party. The problem? Russell and Taylor were on vacation, and hadn't responded to any calls or texts from the housewives. So! They were about to arrive, unwanted, to the damn party. But here's what killed me: The obviously staged conversation between Russell and Taylor in the limo on the way to the bash. Total set-up. (Does anybody else feel like Russell only showed up for the event to make himself look better after being exposed as a wife-beater?)

When the couple arrived, drama unfolded in typical reality fashion: Kyle cried, everybody else talked over each other, and Russell was on the defense. Two things were apparent: Russell was lying and Taylor had no idea her husband threatened legal action against her former friend. When Russell and Taylor started to leave, Kyle chased them down and there was an awkward fight as they discussed how Russell hits Taylor while they were both sitting there in the limousine. The entire situation was horrible to watch — and not in that juicy, good-for-reality-television kind of way.

While Kyle Richards was outside and (fake?) crying over the drama at hand, her sister Kim Richards was inside, showing off her new boyfriend, and forcing Dana's hands onto her tits. Okay, then! Proof that all is well in Beverly Hills ...if by "well" we mean that everyone is superficial and super fucked up. Sigh.

Hey girl, your boyfriend stars in the latest video in the "Drunk History" series from Funny or Die! It's a slurry retelling of the story of Christmas, in which Gosling plays the lead. Your boyfriend joins Jim Carrey as Santa, and Eva Mendes — wait a second: they're starring in online parody videos together now? — as his ...wife. Well, I was going end this by saying, "Merry Christmas to me!" but now that Eva has positioned herself as Ryan Gosling's actual, real-life girlfriend, all I can muster up is a "Bah Humbug." Still, this video is worth watching to see Gosling in a Santa hat alone.

Aw, cute: the life of an independent, successful, pint-sized woman. Here's hoping that her parents didn't actually let her get behind the wheel of that car, though!

[Buzzfeed]

In today's Tweet Beat, Kim Jong Il is dead: so what does this mean for 30 Rock's Avery Jessup? As we've seen in the extended preview for the new season, Elizabeth Banks' character is still being held captive in North Korea, so only time will tell if the scenes will be reedited or if the writers will come up with something witty. Plus, Chris Colfer's royal family, Piers Morgan lets his feelings about Perez Hilton's website out, and Kristen Bell takes a road trip.

When I was a baby, my father's possessive kitty hated having a baby in the house so much it would attack me and leave me with little scratches all over my body. Apparently, some felines don't mind babies quite as much — although this feels a lot like a cat just trying to get a crying baby to shut up.

[Buzzfeed]

I've got to hand it to MTV: for a network that makes plot points out of their television stars questioning whether or not it's cheating if they were blacked out during sex, their "Sex Is No Accident" campaign is pretty effective (if not a little icky). The spots are short and to the point.

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If you've been finding yourself at home during the daytime, there's a decent chance you've stumbled upon Anderson Cooper's daytime show. The daytime syndicated series has shown us a new side of Mr. AC 360 — a softer, less serious, almost youthful side. He got a spray tan with Snooki, admitted his greatest fear is being around bugs, and made horrified faces as he tried spinach and coffee for the very first time. But nothing makes him seem more child-like than his constant mentions of his mother. A frequent guest on Anderson, Gloria Vanderbilt somehow works her way into conversation whether or not she's actually there — as evidenced by the supercut above — leading us to believe that Anderson Cooper is media's most famous mama's boy. But considering who his mother is, we can't really blame him.

Video edited by Keith Pence.

We've all seen the commercials: a scantily-clad young lady poised on her bed, talking on the phone, laughing, and urging those of us watching television at 3am to stop being pathetic and start chatting up fly honeys on party lines. But there's a catch that callers probably aren't thinking about: that lady on the other end of the line may very well be someone's mom, desperate to make money for her family.

We're not talking about "hot moms" or MILFS — phone sex operators can be your average milk-and-cookies mom, someone who's simply fallen on hard times and are looking for any way to make some extra cash. Intrepid reporter Elisabeth Hasselbeck (sigh) spoke to some of these women, most of whom say they would like to work outside of the sex industry if their other employment options weren't so slim. "I'm probably not ever going to get used to all the weirdos out there," said one anonymous woman interviewed by Hasselbeck, who does her job just down the hall from her children. When Hasselbeck asks if there's ever a chance that one of the interviewee's sons could ever hear her while she works, she replied, "I talk very softly, it's sexier."

Meanwhile, Elisabeth Hasselbeck is "reporting" this story, so you can imagine how it plays: pseudo-horror! Her "I can't believe this is actually happening …in America" tone just undermines the whole story. Please, Elisabeth, just stick to wearing your judgeypants on The View — they really aren't flattering in a news segment.