The Internet

The country’s internet was suddenly made public on Tuesday evening.

“I’m riding it like a f–king cowboy at a rodeo now.”

“I have received a big box of things for female baldness, and I had no idea what that was about.”

“They're insignificant gnats, they're losers, they have no lives of their own …”

"We realize we still have a lot of work in front of us before Twitter is where it should be on how we handle these issues."

Ever wonder why you get travel ads after you visit Expedia.com?

Banned words on Kiddle include: uterus, menstruation, and wet willy.

What parade of year-end lists would be complete without a list of lists?

Actually, I'm laughing.

We often imagine the inevitable future tech dystopia will be cold, populations marching under the eye of sterile robot overlords, our speech monitored and scrubbed of sentiment and intonation. Increasingly, though, it seems like we’re hurtling toward the opposite.

The tech company extends its empire into the real world. 

Why it's so hard to look away.

How to know when to hand over sensitive data — and when not to.

The problem wasn’t that they didn’t know they were living in a fantasy world. The problem was that they couldn’t — or didn’t — extricate themselves.

It hasn’t been verified, so don’t start searching for married dudes just yet. (And maybe just hold off forever.)

Untangling the theories on what sparked the ongoing meltdown on the “front page of the internet.”

Novel approach.

So many open letters.

We are aware of the irony.