A love letter to Jezebel.com
Dearest darling Jezebel,
As a sometimes angry, mostly hysterical feminist with a passion for gender politics and reproductive rights and a penchant for pretty boys and trash TV, I thought I’d never find the perfect news website for me. All the “SERIOUS FEMINIST” sites were no good for a laugh on my lunch break and the other women’s mags just made me feel fat while they tried to sell me concealer.
Then you came along. I can’t even remember how we first met, but now I can’t imagine life before you. How do I love you? Let me count the ways…
In your manifesto you say you will “attempt to take all the essentially meaningless but sweet stuff directed our way and give it a little more meaning, while taking more the serious stuff and making it more fun, or more personal, or at the very least the subject of our highly sophisticated brand of sex joke. Basically, we wanted to make the sort of women’s magazine we’d want to read.”
Well, girl, you’ve delivered. You’re my first port of call for a snarky digest of the weekly gossip rags, a Katch-up with the Kardashians or a cuteness overdose of baby animal pictures. You denounce media misogyny, offer me practical fashion tips, and you’d never, ever call a girl fat.










