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Fresh Hell

The best dispatches from our grim new reality

This motherfucker’s name is CHAZ.

Novelist Emma Cline has a shitty ex-boyfriend who puts our shitty ex-boyfriends to shame. This shitty ex-boyfriend hired a shitty lawyer to do incredibly shitty things. Hopefully both the shitty ex and the shitty lawyer get shingles.


“We’ve always joked about this, but holy crap, this man actually did it.”.

It sounds like a thought experiment you might encounter in a medical ethics course, but emergency room doctors at Miami’s Jackson Memorial Hospital were faced with a tricky situation when they discovered an unconcious man had “DO NOT RESUSCITATE” tattooed on his chest.


This one gets a content warning.

Erin Gloria Ryan probably deserves hazard pay for reading Geraldo Rivera’s 1991 memoir in which he repeatedly, and in alarming detail, recounts how much he loves to fuck in the workplace.


Rich people, man.

Amanda Mull rounds up twelve of the most insane, extravagant, first-against-the-wall gifts you could purchase this holiday season. We like the Hermès foosball table.


Weekend longread.

“Richard Miles spent fifteen years in prison for a crime he didn’t commit. The state of Texas compensated Miles for his wrongful conviction, but life after vindication has come with its own set of challenges.”