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Reporter Says She Secretly Recorded "Monster" Jared Fogle for Years

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Reporter Says She Secretly Recorded "Monster" Jared Fogle for Years

An alleged informant against former Subway spokesperson Jared Fogle gave her first public interview on Thursday, telling ABC News the entire process took 10 years, including four-and-half years wearing a wire for the FBI.

“That was my biggest question, ‘Why was it taking so long?’” journalist Rochelle Herman-Walrond told ABC affiliate WWSB. “A case of this size just happens to take that long, and that’s what I was told.”

Speaking anonymously with the station in July, Herman-Walrond previously said she approached authorities after Fogle repeatedly told her “middle school girls are hot.”
http://gawker.com/reporter-says-...

Herman-Walrond said she believes Fogle’s total number of victims is greater than the 14 he was charged with exploiting, as the disgraced pitchman told her about numerous relations with minors in the United States, on international tours and in Thailand.http://gawker.com/fbi-subway-jar...

Asked what Jared Fogle is to her, Herman-Walrond said, “Is a monster. He’s a monster.”

[Image via AP Images]


Police Search Gene Simmons' Home for Child Porn

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Police Search Gene Simmons' Home for Child Porn

An LAPD task force focusing on internet crimes against children reportedly executed a search warrant on KISS tongue guy Gene Simmons’ home last night. Neither Simmons nor his family members are currently suspects in the investigation and all were said to be “very cooperative.”

The task force is apparently looking into some event that occurred while Simmons was on tour last year, though details are still vague—he and his family were reportedly advised not to disclose the particulars of the warrant to the press. Via CNN:

The rocker’s publicist said the police visit was connected with a crime that may have occurred on the property last year while Simmons was away touring with his band.

Authorities requested Simmons and his family not to discuss the case to avoid undermining the investigation, publicist Cheyanne Baker said in a statement.

Even so, Simmons wife, Shannon Tweed, later tweeted “We couldn’t be more horrified that someone used our residence for such heinous crimes,” and advised her followers, “don’t forget to change your passwords!”

TMZ is reporting “someone downloaded child porn either on one of their computers or using their Internet access,” and computers “and other evidence” were seized.


Image via AP. Contact the author at gabrielle@gawker.com.

Joyeux Anniversaire, Kylie Jenner: A Night Somewhere Near Montreal, Somewhat Near Her 18th Birthday

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Joyeux Anniversaire, Kylie Jenner: A Night Somewhere Near Montreal, Somewhat Near Her 18th Birthday

“Where’s Kylie?” asked the sun­drunk and just drunk­drunk shirtless man wandering around the inside of the open-air club. “I wanna ram her ass!”

With friends like these at her 18th birthday party, Kylie Jenner hardly needs enemies. And yet, as I tried to enter Beachclub, the party venue selected to host her “official” bash, I found myself in a state of unexpected animosity with the mysterious forces controlling the public image of America’s most recognizable teen.

A few days prior, a fellow freelancer had posted in a Facebook group saying she had been hired to cover the party by a well­-known celebrity news magazine. A conflict in her schedule had come up, she couldn’t make it, did anyone want to volunteer for a decent pay check on what should be an easy gig? A few quotes and observations, so the magazine could write it up. I took it.

Headlines had declared that Jenner would be spending her 18th birthday in Montreal, in order to take advantage of our 18­-and-­you’re-­good-­to-­go drinking age. This turned out to be false on two fronts. Her actual birthday had already passed a week before, on August 10, so she had already celebrated with parties in Los Angeles and Mexico. Second of all, Beachclub, the venue that had offered somewhere between $100,000 and $200,000 for the honor of giving her the chance to get legally drunk, was not in Montreal but in the tiny town of Point­e-Calumet, about 45 minutes northwest of the city by car.

And there was one more reversal: “Your access was revoked,” the PR employee at the media registration desk told me. Besides having signed up as media, I’d bought a ticket. If I tried to attend on that ticket with the general public, she said, “Security will remove you.”

A large person ushered me to the parking lot, where I was welcome to call my editor. “We’ve said some things about the Jenners they might not like,” she told me.

With the help of my girlfriend, who had gotten into the club on an assignment on her own, I was able to make my case to a member of the club’s marketing staff. “This is coming from the Jenner camp,” he said. “We approved your magazine’s media request, but once they saw the media list, they had us revoke it. But look, we want to be on your magazine’s good side.” He gave me a general admission wristband and instructed me to keep my head down and not look like a reporter.

Once I had made my way inside, I was greeted by an industrial-size birthday card wishing Kylie a “Happy Birthday/Joyeux Anniversaire,” on which people were encouraged to scribble some congratulations. Many admirers took the opportunity to beg for her to follow them on Instagram or Twitter. One genius seemed to confuse Jenner with Roger Goodell, marking a prominent #freebrady.

Located on the same lake as a family ­oriented beach and a water ­park, Beachclub is essentially rural Quebec’s take on a Las Vegas pool party. Lots of tribal tattoos, lots of perpetually wedgied bikini bottoms and a lot of Habs and Expos shirts/swim trunks and ink. With a population of just over 6,000, Pointe-Calumet is hardly a hotspot. Judging by the amount of English being spoken amidst the heavily French town, most people had driven in from the city and its suburbs for the occasion.

As a DJ blasted generic party beats, revelers drank overpriced Bud Light cans, indulged in bottle service, and puffed on the occasional hookah. As the sun beat down in the afternoon sky, the question kept coming up: “When’s Kylie getting here?”

With tickets ranging from $60 to $150 in our puny Canadian dollars, it was a fair question.

An hour past her scheduled 3:30 appearance, a helicopter buzzed the beach. It apparently landed on the far side of the lake, where she transferred to a speedboat. We plebians pushed against the VIP barrier, craning for a look. We might still have the Queen of England on our money, but how often do you get a glimpse of bonafide multimedia royalty?

And there she was, in a brightly patterned minidress, under a heavy escort. She was led through the crowd to the lone roofed structure on the site to change clothes, then loaded into an SUV for the 50-foot drive back to the VIP section. She emerged, now in a plain white crop-top-and-miniskirt combo, in a cordoned­-off balcony area which even those who had paid premium VIP rates were blocked off from. Surrounded by angry-looking security guards, bros in baseball hats, and waitresses in swimsuits, she sipped the occasional fruity looking cocktail, greeted a few club hanger-ons, and took a few selfies.

A club staffer passed her a mic, and she graced the adoring throng that had descended below her with some words of wisdom:

“Hi, Montreal!”

And that was it. With those two geographically inaccurate words, the crowd interaction portion of the Kylie Jenner experience was at an end. The Kardashian-Jenner clan is famous for inhabiting the world, and she was there to inhabit this particular piece of world. For the next three hours the dance floor was ignored as the crowd—the Montreal Gazette put attendance at 8,000, but it seemed like much fewer— rubbernecked at a mentally checked-out young lady who was idly standing around.

Oh. We also sang her happy birthday as she was presented with a birthday cake—a multitiered, gold and silver painted monstrosity prepared by a local baker—whose price tag reportedly came to $3,000. It was barely tasted by anyone famous. No sooner was it presented than Jenner’s entourage was throwing it into the crowd, where most of it was trampled underfoot.

And then she was off, whisked away in that ubiquitous black SUV. Kylie had been the only member of the Kardashian Kontingent present. No Kim, Kourtney, Kris, and definitely no Kanye. Not even a Tyga showed in the roughly three hours Kylie spent at her own birthday party. For someone who was finally legal allowed to drink in La Belle Province, she hardly did her family’s party­-hearty legacy justice.

She did not take her oversized birthday card with her.

It was hard to imagine why her PR team had cared about barring the magazine from seeing it. There was nothing to see. It was as if they had feared a bad review of existence.

On Saturday, Beachclub will try to maintain its publicity momentum with special guest Justin Bieber.


Image from Getty. Adam Kovac is a freelance journalist in Montreal whose work has been published in VICE, Cosmo, Maisonneuve, The Toronto Star, AskMen, The Montreal Gazette and The Hockey News. He does not keep up with the Kardashians.

This Grey Gardens Parody With Bill Hader and Fred Armisen is Hilarious

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I can’t imagine the clip above making sense to anyone who hasn’t seen the Maysles brothers’ iconic 1975 documentary Grey Gardens, but those who have will likely appreciate Bill Hader and Fred Armisen’s attention to detail in their sendup of Big and Little Edie Bouvier Beale (here they’re called Big and Little Vivvy and the name shared by their crumbling estate and the pseudo-documentary is Sandy Passage). This is from last night’s series premiere of IFC’s Documentary Now!, a half-hour series created by Hader, Armisen, and Seth Meyers that will satirize a new doc in each weekly episode (riffs on The Thin Blue Line, Nanook of the North, History of the Eagles, and HBO’s Vice series are planned).

In Passage, Hader proves he’s not only good at playing gay, he’s good at playing gay icon, as he nails Little Edie’s New England aristocratic affect and gift for non sequitur (“That rat’s dead. There’s a dead rat over there. How sad. Hi, Barry!”). This isn’t a strict Jinx Monsoon-esque reading of Edie, but something slightly looser and interpretive. I get the feeling that a lot of this was improvised. It really breathes like a doc. I didn’t realize how much I needed a good, new mockumentary in my life.

Deadspin Baylor’s Investigation Of Sam Ukwuachu Was Shameful | Gizmodo It Looks Like We’ve Got Ourse

University Panel: Frat Broke No Rules by Chanting "Rape" at Party 

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University Panel: Frat Broke No Rules by Chanting "Rape" at Party 

At a party in June at the University of Central Florida, a woman secretly recorded Sigma Nu brothers chanting “rape, rape,” “let’s rape some bitches,” and “let’s rape some sluts.” Upon receiving the video in July, UCF suspended the frat, but a university panel ruled yesterday that the bros didn’t do anything wrong.

According to the panel, Sigma Nu did not “condone sexual misconduct” by chanting “rape.”

WFTV reports that the panel believed the chanting was the work of one brother, whom the other brothers tried to quiet. That’s certainly one way to hear the audio:

The woman who recorded the video, on the other hand, said that multiple brothers were chanting, including one who has actually been accused of rape. The victim in that case, who says she woke up naked in the Sigma Nu frat house last October in pain, reported this alleged assault to UCF police in February. Police then forwarded the case to the State Attorney’s office in April, where it appears to be stalled. The State Attorney’s office refused to comment on the status of the case this week.http://gawker.com/frat-bro-who-c...

Meanwhile, the university panel’s decision about that harmless chanting has been sent to UCF’s director of Student Rights and Responsibilities for approval. A university rep told WFTV, “The appalling behavior seen in this video is not how responsible men act. While offensive speech may be allowable, it is inappropriate in every sense. That’s why we’re working with the national fraternity office to help change the culture that led to this behavior.”

Sounds promising!http://gawker.com/every-rape-rep...


Photo via Knight News. Contact the author at allie@gawker.com.

Bubba the Cat Is a Wonderful Student

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Bubba the Cat Is a Wonderful Student

Bubba the cat is officially a high school student, I.D. card and all. When asked “Do you even go here?” he replied, “Meow I do.”

Bubba is a neighborhood cat from San Jose, California, with a love for education and the outdoors, whose owner Amber Marienthal let him roam around near Leland High School and Bret Harte Middle School. Bubba became such a beloved staple on school grounds that the students adopted him.

Mashable reports:

Though Marienthal says that her family initially tried keeping Bubba as an indoor cat when they first adopted him in 2009, Bubba made it clear from his meowing and wailing that he was definitely an outdoor cat.

As a result, Bubba spends pretty much all of his time outdoors, hanging out at Leland High School or Bret Harte Middle School. He’s become quite well-known among the students at both campuses, as well as a sort of local celebrity.

Bubba is more than a mascot. He’s a friend, often seen chilling near the lockers, in the hallway and on the soccer field.

Bubba the Cat Is a Wonderful Student

Is he one of those gossip cats, though?

“He’s really social and he has no fear,” says Marienthal. “I’m surprised he’s still around.”

Bubba the Cat Is a Wonderful Student


Contact the author at clover@jezebel.com.

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How Sex Workers Taught Me to Hustle

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How Sex Workers Taught Me to Hustle

Twenty years ago, Friday and Species were blowing up at the box office. Groove Theory’s “Tell Me” and Notorious B.I.G’s “One More Chance (Remix)” were in heavy rotation on my Sony Walkman. I had just graduated from high school in Philadelphia and was finally dealing with my sexuality. This was the summer sex workers taught me how to hustle.

Despite struggles with unreachable standards of black masculinity since childhood, the challenges with my sexual orientation nearly vanished when I felt the lips of another guy for the first time. I was Sleeping Beauty, awakened from my repression with a kiss (I know, so gay). Only after—as Dionne Farris sang in her mid-90s cut, “Passion”—did everything become crystal clear.

During the summer of 1995, my friends and I were constant fixtures on 13th Street in Philadelphia. Before the City of Brotherly Love was gentrified, the strip was known as “Freak Street,” especially after midnight, which was when most of the white gays headed home and the black and Latino LGBT kids held court. We were street urchins who terrified the white gay community and black heterosexuals. We didn’t believe in same-sex marriage; we thought there should be no marriage. We proudly called ourselves dykes, trannys, fags, queens, butches, and drags—all unacceptable language in today’s PC culture. The intersection of class, race, and sexuality was prevalent in our unique slang, tribal house music, and crafty survival skills.

Like clockwork, I strolled up 13th Street every night, trekking to the club, which didn’t open until 1 a.m. and didn’t get hot for another two hours. There was usually a group of sex workers on the corner of Sansom and 13th, a majority whom were black and Latino transwomen. Initially, I was terrified by these women. They were torn down by a mid-90s economy, never allowed in the workforce, and education was inaccessible due to rampant discrimination. Because of my own internalized phobias, their exterior shook my soul as I hurried past their gaze.

One particular woman, however, was deeply insulted that I wouldn’t speak to her when we crossed paths. “Hey, faggot!” she screamed, after we locked eyes and I turned away. Attempting to channel “Freak Like Me”-era Adina Howard in red, leather pompom shorts, a black corset, and a short hairdo, she spat, “I see your ass down here every weekend, bitch—you ain’t gonna speak?”

“I don’t know you!” I shot back.

“Mothafucka, I know you and you ain’t that cute! Didn’t your mama teach you to speak to people when you see them? I’m a damn human being!” I hurried along as I heard the girls next to her mumble a variation of, “These young faggots!”

The next night I saw Adina back on the corner. On the other side of the 13th Street, I moved quickly hoping she wouldn’t notice me. “There he go!” she hollered. She stomped across the street, her necklaces, bracelets, and earrings jingling in unison. Adina stood before me, blocking my escape. I was scared for my life.

“You are gonna see me,” she said in a surprisingly calm voice.

It was at that point something in my teenage brain clicked. I had not truly seen her before this moment. I had often walked by her like she was garbage on the corner, the same way angry heterosexuals leered at me and my friends if they accidentally wandered down 13th Street after midnight. Although I was never a sex worker, Adina and I were still part of the black and Latino LGBT community living on the fringe of society. I wasn’t an outsider.

From that moment forward I made it a point to see Adina.

Adina, who dealt with the daily horrors of sex work—via harassment from the police or a violent client—illuminated so much brilliance on a young, impressionable teenager. In her own way, she taught me life skills. She clocked someone’s story with one glance and a question. “He’s gonna wanna get fucked”; “He’s gonna be cheap”; or “He’s gonna be a rough client.” Normally, she was right. As frightful as many perceived Adina and women like her, she owned the superpower to make anyone feel comfortable in a matter of seconds. I studied how she spoke to strangers, from lost tourists and drive-by homophobes to a potential trick. I would ask, “How are you able to figure someone out so quickly?”

I never forgot her answer: “All you have to do is ask one question. As long as you nod your head and look like you fucking care, they’ll tell you their life story.”

There were other lessons, too.

People have asked me if it is hard to debate on live television. In many ways, not hard at all—I learned from the streets and sex workers like Adina. On the corner, the ladies debated politics, pop culture, and fashion, passionately talking hot topics years before The View arrived on morning television. They were plugged into the world unlike anyone I knew.

“Bill Clinton is a fucking joke, girl!” I remember one argument. “Ya’ll dumb bitches think because he played a damn saxophone, he’s for you? He kicked women off welfare! He is locking up more niggas than ever! He is ignoring AIDS. Child, please!” When locked in debate on TV or among friends, a look of derision might wash over my face, my head slightly askew and lips pursed; it is a signature rejoinder I employ from time to time. The stare says all I need to say: Child, please!

Unlike drug dealers, trans sex workers are a subculture within a subculture that has never been eroticized. The stereotypical dealer is sometimes valorized as sexy, masculine and “doing what you gotta do” to survive. Trans sex workers, especially the percentage that are transwomen of color, are considered by some to be disease-infested night predators, abominations. Once, I remember stupidly asking Adina, “Why are you out here? You are so smart. Do you really want to do this for the rest of your life?”

“You think I want to do this?” she snapped. “Look at me, Clay,” she explained, opening her arms. “No one is going to hire me. Someone is gonna hire you. You got it made and you don’t even know it.” Adina didn’t fit the often unattainable standards of “realness” nor did she have access to proper healthcare, education, career opportunities, or even protection from the law. She was constantly pushed deeper into a structure of exploitation. “Some dreams don’t come true,” she said as a horn blared in the distance. She adjusted her breasts and turned to me, “How do I look?”

“You couldn’t look any better,” I replied, soaking in her sadness. She understood the look in my eyes. “I need to live,” she said. “It’s fast money, baby.”

I moved to New York City a few years later and, over the course of a decade, my writing career kicked off. I was interviewing celebrities, writing editorials, but not getting paid a dime. I did the work to build my credentials as a writer. I’d walk into a room using the skills I learned from Adina, no matter the celebrity or politician; I was now a master at figuring someone out in seconds.

I vividly remember the first time I was paid for an assignment. I earned $150 for a twenty-minute interview with Terrence Howard. “That’s fast money!” I thought at the time. In that moment, I knew my walk, as a journalist, would have been vastly different without the unique jewels I received from Adina and the women who orbited the world of 13th Street. They were witty, knowledgeable, and selflessly understood people more than people understood them.

I am a bit more polished now. Not many would think once upon a time I was “one of the children.” Based on the choices I’ve made, my life could’ve unraveled in an opposite fashion. I was fortunate enough to transition out of the neighborhood, but for many, escaping wasn’t an option. The HIV and AIDS epidemic ravaged my era of 13th Street kids. We were black, Latino, poor, and LGBT, which meant we were invisible. But I will never forget what I learned the summer of ‘95. Adina’s demand to be seen, her unique life lessons, and unknowing encouragement uplifted me more than she could’ve imagined. Fortunately, the dominant narrative of transwomen as sex workers is shifting. But it is important to honor these nameless, faceless women—before, now, and always.

The last time I saw Adina was in 1998. It was right before I moved to New York City. Philly was starting to gentrify and all of my old haunts were now closed. Freak Street was on the verge of becoming another Fifth Avenue. It was the middle of the afternoon and I spotted Adina applying for a job at a fast food restaurant. Divested of her signature nighttime attire, it took me a moment to recognize her—hair in a bun, big sunglasses, clothes lacking vibrant color—considering I’d never seen her in the daylight. In my excitement I rushed over, curious of her whereabouts. Months had passed since we last saw each other. Without looking up, she uttered, “Clay, all I wanna do is be real. All I wanna do is walk down the street. All I wanna do is get a job, pay my taxes, and have a place to live.” This was not the Adina I knew, although her conviction for survival was there, the spark was gone. All I could think was how society had claimed another victim in its war against transwomen of color.

Adina passed away the next year.

Clay Cane is the creator and producer of the documentary, Holler If You Hear Me: Black and Gay in the Church, which will premiere on BET.com later this year. He tweets @claycane.

[Illustration by Tara Jacoby]


North Korea Ready to Go to War Over Aggressive Leaflet-Scattering

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North Korea Ready to Go to War Over Aggressive Leaflet-Scattering

Humble Shining Sun Who Lights Our Path, Honorable Leader Kim Jong Un, has put North Korea on war footing over South Korea’s outrageous imperialist puppeteer provocations. To the barricades, fellow well-fed anti-imperialists!

Gracious Father Kim Jong Un is a peaceful man who wants only to lead his people to promised shining future and sometimes watch delightful dolphins. Yet he has been forced to prepare for all out war by the gross actions of the dishonorable puppet regime to his south. The world must educate itself on the true causes of the current crisis:

What is the cause and who spearheads it?

Now the world attention is focused on large-scale Ulji Freedom Guardian joint military drills being staged by the U.S. and south Korean puppet forces on the peninsula...

Timed to coincide with this, the south Korean puppet forces totally resumed the broadcasting for “psychological warfare against the north” under the pretext of the suspicious “mine explosion” that occurred in the demilitarized zone in the western sector of the front on August 4, forcibly linking the case with the DPRK.

The puppet military gangsters continue the said broadcasting day and night on the whole front and, at the same time, are carrying out the “operation of scattering leaflets toward the north” with the mobilization of wicked reactionary organizations.

Make no mistake: “The DPRK army is full of surging indignation at the puppet military’s provocative saber-rattling and is high in the spirit of annihilating the enemy with its guns leveled at the means for psychological warfare, ready to completely destroy them through immediate military action.”

I hate when people leave leaflets all over the place so I support North Korea in this case.

[Photo: AP]

Unhappy Trails: Female Truckers Say They Faced Rape and Abuse in Troubled Training Program

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Unhappy Trails: Female Truckers Say They Faced Rape and Abuse in Troubled Training Program

Close to a decade ago, hungry for a change, Tracy left a stable but dull office job in the upper Midwest and hit the road. She took a bus to Iowa, where she enrolled in truck driving school. Eight days later, she says, with minimal classwork, bookwork, or driving time, she left with a Commercial Driver’s License (CDL) in her hand.

“If I’d said I could drive that truck, I would have been lying,” she says.

Tracy, who was then 35 years old (and who asked that her last name be withheld to protect her privacy) attended a driving school that contracts with an Iowa-based trucking company called Cedar Rapids Steel Transport Van Expedited, or CRST, one of the two dozen largest trucking companies in the U.S. (CRST says it has an annual revenue of $1.3 billion and employs roughly 7,000 people.)

The company, fully apprised of what an eight-day course couldn’t cover, didn’t expect her to leave CDL school knowing how to drive: From Iowa, she rode another bus down to Oklahoma City, where she got on the truck of a more seasoned driver, a man who was supposed to teach her the rules of the road and help her safely log the hours she needed before she could legally drive solo.

The company’s recruiting materials say trainees must spend a minimum of 28 days and 14,000 miles with a company trainer. Tracy made it 24 days, by the skin of her teeth.

In her recollection, the trainer, whose name Jezebel is withholding because we couldn’t independently verify his identity, almost immediately started plying her with unwanted and unwelcome sexual attention. “It continually got worse,” she says.

The trainer started off by telling her that one of the two fold-down bunk beds in the truck was broken.

“He told me the upper bed was broke and I’d have to sleep in his bed with him,” she says scornfully. “I declined that.” She ran across another woman who was training on another truck, who showed her how to get the bunk down.

“I got back on the truck, had it down, and made a bed,” she says. Her trainer got back on the truck, took a look, and said only that he “didn’t think that one worked.”

After that, she says, he started claiming that at truck stop showers along their route, management would only let them have one shower room at a time. “He said we’d have to shower together.” She declined that too.

“He hardly ever let me drive,” Tracy says. “I’d get bored and sit with my elbows on my knees and my chin resting on my hands . He’d smack me on the head and tell me I was in the way of his mirrors. He slapped my ass. He slapped me on the thigh. He told one of the people we were delivering to that we were late because I was his wife, I was pregnant and I was having morning sickness. They bring me Sprite and soda crackers and I’m looking at them like they’re crazy.”

For more than three weeks, Tracy kept telling herself she could handle his attentions.

“But it got really bad,” she says. The trainer started making ominous remarks, things like, “I only have a few more days left and then I’m going to have you.”

The slapping got progressively less playful. “He would slap me on the thigh so hard my leg welted and you could see it through my jeans,” she says. “He grabbed my leg so hard a handprint was bruised into my leg. You could see it. There was no doubt about it.”

She’d never been that far from her family, and her cellphone kept losing a signal every time she tried to call her mother, which she had to do discreetly. Nonetheless: “He figured that out. And he’d say things to me like, ‘Your phone don’t work anymore. What are you gonna do if I just stop and let you out right here?”

Finally, as the miles crawled by and she grew increasingly desperate, Tracy called her recruiter, the woman who’d persuaded her to come to CRST and earn her CDL to begin with. She’d encountered male CRST employees at the terminals that truck drivers stop at along their routes, but she was reluctant to tell them what was going on. “It’s not always easy to tell a man. Sometimes, too, it’d be the middle of the night. The only guys there were mechanics. What were they going to do?”

Tracy says the recruiter got on the phone with her trainer and instructed him to drop her off at a bus station. “They sent me home because they felt I ‘had enough training,’” she says. Not long after, she was assigned a co-driver and went back to work, still shaken and bruised from her training experience.

“I needed a job,” she says simply, by way of explaining her decision to return to CRST. She puts her experience into my perspective: “He slapped me around a few times, but it’s done and gone. At least I wasn’t raped.”


This May, three women—Cathy Sellars, Claudia Lopez, and Leslie Fortune—sued CRST, alleging they were sexually harassed, sexually assaulted, or raped during training with the company. The women say they and other female drivers have to deal with constant endangerment during their training periods, where they were trapped with abusive men in the cab of a truck for weeks on end.

Female trainees, they and other women in the industry say, face threats of rape, threats that they’ll be failed if they don’t agree to perform sexual favors, threats that they’ll be thrown out of the truck and left by the side of the road. The plaintiffs allege that CRST is a “hostile work environment” for women and that truckers face retaliation for complaining about sexual harassment or abuse. The lawsuit also says women are told if their potential trainers or co-drivers are smokers and where they’re from, but aren’t given any information about whether they’ve ever been convicted of a crime.

Each woman details harrowing experiences: Lopez alleges that she awoke one night to find her trainer “naked and on top of her, with his penis erect.” She grabbed a screwdriver she kept under her pillow as a weapon and fled the truck. When she requested a new co-driver, she was sent a list of potential replacements with the man’s name on it.

Sellars describes repeated and serious harassment, starting when she was taking her two-week training classes at a terminal in Riverside and worsening once she stepped aboard her first truck with her first trainer, who she says started masturbating in front of her the first night they traveled together, as the two watched a movie. He asked if she wanted to “join him.”

Sellars says she declined and retreated to her bunk. The following morning, the complaint says, the trainer was “visibly angry” with her. The next night, after they shut down, he came into the sleeper berth and began pulling her shirt off. She struggled away and again fled to her bunk. The following day, she called dispatch, complaining to a fleet manager, who she says told her he’d known the driver for a long time “and didn’t think he would do anything like that.” A human resources representative, she says, told her that it was “her word against his,” even though they hadn’t yet talked to the other driver.

Sellars was eventually re-assigned to a new co-driver, according to the complaint, who showed her a video of himself of “being tied up and held for ransom with a knife by a stuffed reindeer and bear.” According to the complaint, he then said he was “going to do that to her.”

The complaint says Sellars brushed off the comment as a joke, until the following day, when the trainer said again that he and his “friends” wanted to tie her up. She alleges he became enraged and threatening when she called her husband and daughter to tell them what was going on, then asked him to drive their final few miles because she was tired and afraid her driving was getting impaired. She also called dispatch to tell them she was too tired to drive safely. Her trainer lost it, according to the complaint:

Enraged and yelling at Ms. Sellars that she was “going to regret telling on him,” he shoved her into the passenger seat, smashing her left shoulder and head into the passenger side door and window. Ms. Sellars grabbed her purse and told [Trainer] she was getting off the truck. He replied “not until I tell you you’re getting off,” and began driving. She repeatedly asked to be let off the truck, and asked where she was going, which he refused to answer. When [Trainer] began driving he pulled a knife out of his pocket and rested it on his right leg. He told Ms. Sellars to “shut up and sit down.” As he drove, he alternately set the knife on the dash within reach, or held it and toyed with it in his lap.

The suit says Sellars eventually escaped the truck near Gallup, New Mexico and called the police, filing a kidnapping report against the driver. Later, she says she learned he was still driving for CRST.

Jezebel reached that driver for comment; in a phone conversation, he defended himself at length, saying the accusations were found to be unfounded by both the police and CRST. “The allegations were frivolous, they were not supported even by the police and it was dropped,” he said. “I continued training with the company.” In truth, he said, Sellars was angry that he was going to report to the company that she was an unskilled driver: “I will say this, ma’am, the issue started when she couldn’t drive. That’s how all this started. I was her fifth trainer. She had an issue with each one of them. She couldn’t drive. She couldn’t see.”

He also disputes that she wasn’t free to get off the truck, saying that in New Mexico they passed through a port of entry staffed by highway patrol officers whom she could have asked for help. He also denied having a knife, saying the police didn’t find one in the truck. He argued that CRST’s zero-tolerance sexual harassment policy actually made it easy for Sellars to accuse him without proof: “Being in the truck with a female, if she was mad at you, it was easier for her to say you assaulted her.”

The lawsuit claims, though, that drivers who are accused of harassment or assault aren’t fired, but merely added to a list known internally as “no females”—a warning not to put female trainees in their trucks. The female trainees themselves don’t have access to the “no females” list, according to Giselle Schuetz, an attorney for the plaintiffs: “Our plaintiffs don’t have any way of knowing who’s on that list.”

An attorney representing CRST noted to Jezebel that the lawsuit was only recently filed and the company hasn’t yet responded to it in court. They provided us with this statement:

CRST takes these allegations seriously. To ensure a safe work environment, the company has a strict policy against discrimination, retaliation and sexual harassment. In the 2007 case brought by the EEOC against CRST, a federal trial court in Iowa rejected the EEOC’s allegation that CRST had engaged in a pattern and practice of tolerating sexual harassment of its female drivers. The case was ultimately dismissed in its entirety. As it did in the EEOC case, CRST will fully and vigorously defend itself in the Sellars lawsuit, and is confident that it will again prevail. Moreover, within the last year, Ms. Sellars filed an administrative complaint with the California Department of Fair Employment and Housing contesting these identical policies and practices. After an investigation, the DFEH found no evidence to support these claims and dismissed her case. CRST is confident the result will be the same in the underlying claims alleged by plaintiffs in this matter.

As their statement mentions, the lawsuit filed by Cathy Sellars, Claudia Lopez, and Leslie Fortune is not the first time CRST has dealt with sexual assault accusations. In 2007, the company was accused by the Equal Employment Opportunities Commission of ignoring female drivers who reported assault in a class-action lawsuit. The class began with about 150 women who said they’d been subjected to harassment, rape or assault, going back as far as 1999.

The group was ultimately winnowed down to 65 women, but the suit was dismissed after an appeals court found that the EEOC hadn’t exhausted all their other remedies before bringing suit. (After a lengthy appeals process, the EEOC was granted permission in 2014 to begin pursuing each plaintiff’s case individually.)

CRST lost a similar lawsuit in 2011, paying Karen Shank $1.5 million (an appeals court upheld the judgment in January 2015). Shank alleged that her trainer, John Wilson, subjected her to constant sexual comments and touching, and that her reports to the corporate office were ignored. The company refused to pay for two separate motel rooms, with terrible consequences: Shank said Wilson raped her. She said she froze and was unable to fight him off, and in court testimony described“staring at the curtains” in defeat during the attack. She left the trucking industry after working for CRST and spent more than six years fighting her lawsuit.

The new suit, according to Schuetz, is somewhat different than the 2007 one, in that it alleges that CRST has a “pattern or practice” of ignoring sexual assault reports from its employees. Although CRST hasn’t yet filed an answer to the lawsuit, they did submit a request asking that references to the 2007 suit be removed. Those references include graphic sexual assault allegations from a number of women: a driver who alleged, for example, that her co-driver constantly watched pornography in front of her, insistently invited her to sleep in his bunk, and told her lengthy, wistful stories about a previous trainee who would masturbate in front of him.

As Fast Company pointed out in May, the lawsuit against CRST, and what it alleges about working conditions in trucking, has been largely ignored. There’s only room for one industry-wide gender discrimination story at a time, it seems, and Silicon Valley has taken the lion’s share of public attention. It’s hard to miss the class element that’s likely at work—a greater interest in the suffering of women in a money-flush, very public, buzz-heavy industry. And, although trucking is a core part of how the American economy functions, there’s a general ignorance about how it works, a lack of visibility that has benefited some in the trucking industry and hurt many others.

And while gender discrimination in any industry hurts the prospects of individual women as well as the economic future of that industry and the practices of society at large, it’s worth noting that the trucking industry problems—though well-documented and publicized through lawsuits—are of a nature that separate them, even in a purely criminal sense, from the discrimination that affects women in tech. Female truckers describe having to fend off sexual attackers with knives they kept under their pillows when they slept, and report being dumped by the side of the road at midnight when they refuse to allow their trainers to rape them.

The new complaint states that the plaintiffs, as well as at least two other female drivers, started carrying knives and screwdrivers to protect themselves from threats from male co-drivers. Leslie Fortune additionally started carrying a Taser, but says it was little help: all four of the co-drivers she rode with during her time at CRST pressured her repeatedly for sex, she says, including one who told her he was interested in what it would be like to have sex with a “colored” woman and another who requested she record herself urinating “because he liked hearing women pee,” per the suit.

All three women say they were “constructively discharged” from CRST, but would’ve continued working had it not been for the threats and harassment.

Tracy, the woman who says her trainer slapped her hard enough to leave bruises, stayed on at CRST, three years in all, because she needed money, because she had few other options, and because she was determined. She joined the class action lawsuit. As soon as it was dismissed, she alleges that she stopped getting assigned long runs, which she believes was the company’s subtle way of punishing her.

“All companies do it,” she says. “It’s called punishment. They don’t openly say it, but drivers will tell you, that’s what it is. Bottom line is if your wheels aren’t moving, you’re not making any money.”


Trucking is a tough industry to survive in. Since 2011, according to the American Trucking Associations, the annual turnover rate among large trucking companies is 90 percent, meaning that 90 percent of their driver pool leaves every single year and has to be replaced. In the first quarter of 2015, the ATA celebrated a record “low” turnover rate of 84 percent.

The “driver shortage” has been fretted over for literally decades, with the trucking industry and economists trying to figure out why truckers don’t last and how to put enough responsible butts in seats to get the nation’s cargo where it needs to go. One suggestion, as the New York Times mentioned last year, might be to pay more: the Bureau of Labor Statistics found that median income for a long-haul truck driver in 2012 was $38,200, which is not exactly the kind of money that would lure most people to leave home for weeks or months on end. But trucking has its own steady attractions; it promises travel and on-the-job training, and you don’t have to have a college degree.

Somewhat ironically, the best idea the trucking industry has come up with to fill their labor shortage is: hiring women. Groups like the industry-supported Women in Trucking Association have tried for years to persuade women to enter trucking, touting the job’s wages and benefits and pointing out that trucking companies are increasingly adopting things like seat heights and automatic transmissions to make driving physically less fatiguing and difficult for smaller people. Women in Trucking says their efforts are working, with an estimated 200,000 women now in the industry —a 50 percent increase between 2005 and 2013— who drive alongside some three million men.

At the same time, though, concern about “CDL mills” has been growing for more than a decade. CDL mills, the subject of a 2009 Dan Rather report, are driving schools accused of handing out commercial driver’s licenses with abandon and putting drivers on the road too soon. Many of these drivers join companies with trainee programs, of which some of the largest are CRST, CR England, Central Refrigerated and Swift. Many of these companies, like CRST, will reimburse the cost of the school tuition if the trainees make a commitment to drive for them for a certain amount of time after they graduate.

In CRST’s case, the required commitment is eight months, during which a tuition fee of $3,950 is subtracted from the trainees’ paychecks. This tuition reimbursement requirement, according to the female truckers’ current lawsuit, leaves the women in an appalling bind: tolerate a dangerous co-driver, or be left on a roadside or on a bus back home, penniless and owing several thousand dollars to the company.

“[Trucking companies] twist that driver shortage around, and say they want to fill those spots with women,” says Desiree Wood, a trucker who’s been driving for eight years and who began at Covenant, another trucking company with a trainee program. “But why do you want to encourage women to join an industry where they’re getting sexually assaulted? They’re all accomplices to lead these women in to the worst situations possible.”

In 2010, alarmed by the many stories she was hearing from women who’d been harassed or assaulted during trainee programs, Wood founded Real Women in Trucking, a nonprofit advocacy group that draws attention to unsafe working conditions for women in the field. (She was also interviewed in the 2009 Dan Rather report on CDL mills; Rather noted, with what looked like polite shock, that where the field was once filled with “Marlboro men” there were now “housewives” among the people becoming truckers, “manhandling the innards of a big rig.”)

“It originally started as a protest group,” Wood says. She felt that the Women in Trucking Association wasn’t making the dangers of the job clear to women they were trying to recruit, and still doesn’t acknowledge the risk of rape and sexual assault. (Jezebel sent the Women in Trucking Association a list of questions; the organization hasn’t yet replied.)

On the Real Women website, Wood makes it clear that “sexual harassment,” to her, doesn’t mean the odd unwanted compliment or two from a trainer or a fellow trucker:

When I say sexual harassment I do not mean someone saying you have a nice ass at a truck stop. I mean being put on a truck to learn to drive with someone who tries to badger or force you to have sex with them in order to learn to drive the truck. I am talking about trainers who say they will not let you pass if you do not have sex with them. I am talking about dispatchers who call you for phone sex while you are driving all night and withhold miles if you don’t comply. I am talking about companies who retaliate on women drivers when they report these acts and protect the predators.

Wood says she hears the most complaints from women about trainee programs,. She blames two things: the trainee program itself, and a “lease purchase program” popular among some companies where newly-minted drivers are pressured to go deep in debt to buy trucks from the company.

“They’re pushing people to buy a truck before they really know anything about trucking. Then they’re saddled with debt, freaking out, and the company tells them to become a trainer and take students,” she says. “It’s a process of indoctrination: get people in so much debt that they have to drive and teach. They’re hostile to students, but they have no choice.”

Co-driving is a regular part of the job even after graduating, a way to make sure the wheels of the truck never stop moving and the cargo gets to its destination as fast as possible. As many as four drivers can ride to a truck during short-distance training, and up to three on long-distance trips, though one or two is more common. And co-driving is inherently difficult, Wood says. “There are very few successful teams unless they’re a married couple. They already know each other’s bad habits, their weird idiosyncrasies. But when you’re taking two people who’ve never met one another and throwing them together and expecting them to do this really responsible job it gets nasty and ugly.”

And of course, in cases where a driver is a sexual predator, co-driving is a nightmare, particularly for trainees, who Wood describes as “completely vulnerable and out of their element.”

Through Real Women in Trucking, Wood has learned about how trucking companies handle a “problem” driver with lots of assault allegations: often, by juggling him around among students or co-drivers, saying euphemistically that he has a “personality problem.”

“They won’t disclose if they had sexual assault allegations made against them,” Wood says, or other serious issues: “If they have a violent temper, or had people complain about their hygiene practices, or their driving practices. You just just go blindly into the next situation. So they let the perpetrators just disappear back into the population.”

The consequences for women who complain can be extremely high, Wood says, because there’s just one accusation a driver needs to make against her to derail her career. “‘She can’t drive.’ That’s all anybody needs to say about you as a woman. If you’re on a truck with a man and he’s naked and says, ‘You need to have sex with me or I’ll tell them you can’t drive,’ that’s real in trucking. Somebody saying you can’t drive is a death sentence.”

Tracy, the woman whose trainer she says slapped her until she bruised, thinks there has to be some better or more thorough screening mechanism before two people climb on a truck together, mentioning the time she learned that one co-driver had served time in prison for rape only after he got in a minor traffic accident while driving with her.

Jezebel asked CRST’s attorney if they would hire someone with a felony or a sexual offense on their record. The attorney responded:

As previously stated, the CRST takes steps to ensure a workplace free of harassment, retaliation and discrimination for its employees. Due to the pending litigation, CRST cannot respond to specific allegations, but intends to vigorously defend itself in court and to seek vindication from unfounded and baseless allegations through the judicial process.

The way things currently work, Tracy says, you can meet someone and then moments later be signed on to spend weeks alone with them in a confined space. “I’ve literally picked up trainees in the middle of the night, pack your bags, let’s go. They climb on the truck in the middle of the night. You’ve got nowhere at all to get any red flags going. You could get on a truck, go lie down, wake up and realize you just got on that truck with Hitler.”

Carmen, who requested she be identified by a pseudonym, says she started her training at CRST around three and a half years ago, but got off her first truck at a terminal in Montana after only a few weeks, after similar problems with her trainer.

“Every time I would lay down to try to sleep and I’d wake up and he’d have his hands all over me,” she says. “I knew we were going to Fontana,” a town in California where CRST has a terminal. She was stuck there for two full weeks, waiting for the company to assign her a new co-driver. Meanwhile, things got worse, she says: The terminal manager there took a liking to me and sexually harassed me.”

Carmen says the terminal manager got her phone number out of her work file. “He started sending me text messages, saying, ‘I want you to send me a picture of your tits,’ all this stuff.” One night, she says, he told her to bring her stuff into the office to keep it safe. “He had all the lights turned out.” She says the man grabbed her, pushed his body against hers, and groped her until she broke free.

Carmen says she spent two weeks at the terminal, waiting for a female co-driver and refusing to get on a truck with anyone else. Day after day, she’d call a dispatcher at CRST, she says, asking if any women were available. She’d always be told no. Then she learned from a male driver who stopped at the terminal that he’d just been given a list of five available co-drivers, all women, at his request.

“That’s how much they didn’t care,” she says, heatedly. “Not even how much they didn’t care, how much they’d promote that behavior by giving a man a list of only women. Why wouldn’t a red flag go up? Why wouldn’t you say, why does this guy only want to be with women?”

Carmen isn’t a party in the new lawsuit. “They said too much time had passed and I never pursued it. I was kinda traumatized.” She spent only four months at the company in all, completing another few runs with different trainers. But she was on an eight-month contract, and says no one would hire her while she was technically with CRST. She says she spent the next six months working for “foreign companies” with poor safety standards, trying her best to get a year’s experience so she could finally land a decent job.

“That was a whole new set of traumatic experiences,” she says. “Driving a truck in January in Maine with no heat. My lips were so swollen and my hands were blue. But I had to get a year.”

Carmen eventually managed to buy her own truck and become an independent operator, a goal for many women who enter trucking. Tracy and Desiree work for different companies. Tracy’s new place of employment also trains student drivers, and she says that her safety concerns remain.

“I don’t see any changes that’ve happened to make students safer,” she says. “This is the ultimate job if you want to be a serial killer or a serial rapist. You can travel hundreds of miles a day. So if you pick somebody up, you can kill them in the privacy of your truck, drop them off in the middle of nowhere or even throw them in a trash can in another state. If they were a transient person, no one is ever going to find out.”

Desiree Wood says she vividly remembers her first orientation, the day she started CDL school. She was listening to the conversations around her.

“They’re all sharing stories about what they just got out of jail for,” she says, half-laughing. “I’m all for everybody getting a second chance in life. I’ve had trouble in my past too. I needed a new life and I’m grateful for having a second chance in a troubled training program. But some of these people, you shouldn’t put them on a truck with another human being because you don’t know where they came from or what their thing is. Was it youthful indiscretions? Do they have a history of violence? Why do I have to live in a box with somebody you haven’t screened very well to learn how to do the most dangerous job in the world?”

Correction: An earlier version of this story said incorrectly that Desiree Wood began at CRST; she trained at Covenant. It also said she is an independent owner-operator; she works for a company. The post also also been edited to reflect that four drivers may ride together on short-distance trips, but a maximum of three will go on longer runs.


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Dr. Dre Apologizes for Assaulting Multiple Women: “I Deeply Regret What I Did”

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Dr. Dre Apologizes for Assaulting Multiple Women: “I Deeply Regret What I Did”

Days after journalist Dee Barnes published a first-hand account of the abuse she suffered at the hands of Dr. Dre, the famed producer and current Apple consultant has issued an apology. “Twenty-five years ago I was a young man drinking too much and in over my head with no real structure in my life,” he said in a statement to the New York Times. “However, none of this is an excuse for what I did.”
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Dre’s statement continued:

“I’ve been married for 19 years and every day I’m working to be a better man for my family, seeking guidance along the way. I’m doing everything I can so I never resemble that man again. I apologize to the women I’ve hurt. I deeply regret what I did and know that it has forever impacted all of our lives.”

In addition to Barnes, the Times spoke with two other woman who said they were abused by Dr. Dre: R&B singer Michel’le and Tairrie B, a rapper who shared a label with Dre in the late 1980s. From the Times:

“I’ve been talking about my abuse for many, many years, but it has not gotten any ears until now,” said Michel’le, who was romantically involved with Dr. Dre from the late-’80s until the mid-’90s. (They have an adult son.)

During that time, she said, he was often physically abusive, hitting her with a closed fist and leaving “black eyes, a cracked rib and scars.” Michel’le said she never pressed charges because, “We don’t get that kind of education in my culture.”

Tarrie B, whose real name is Theresa Murphy, described Dr. Dre’s reaction to her song “Ruthless Bitch,” in which she detailed his “very nasty” behavior towards her while she was signed to Ruthless Records, when he first heard it in a club.

“I stood up to him, and I didn’t back down,” she told the Times. “He kept saying, ‘If you say one more word to me ...” Then, she said, “he punched me right in the mouth and again in the eye.”

Tarrie B also declined to press charges, saying, “there’s no excuse, but this was a different time.” She also said Eazy-E, the then-owner of Ruthless Records and a member of NWA with Dre, took care of her “in certain ways to be quiet.”

Apple, which last year bought Beats by Dre and employs Dr. Dre as a consultant, also released a statement to the Times: “Dre has apologized for the mistakes he’s made in the past and he’s said that he’s not the same person that he was 25 years ago. We believe his sincerity and after working with him for a year and a half, we have every reason to believe that he has changed.”http://gawker.com/remember-when-...


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Reporter Says She Tried to Warn Subway That Jared Was a Pedophile

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Reporter Says She Tried to Warn Subway That Jared Was a Pedophile

A reporter who says she informed on Jared Fogle to the FBI claims she also tried to warn Subway that the face of their company had been making sexual comments about her two young children, but “never did hear back from them.”

Rochelle Herman-Walrond is a Florida journalist who says she tipped the FBI off after hearing Fogle make inappropriate comments about middle school girls. (According to CNN, the U.S. Attorney’s Office in Indianapolis has confirmed “Herman’s information was part of the federal investigation into the former pitchman.”)

She’s since detailed her involvement, claiming she wore a wire over a five year period and recorded conversations where he allegedly talked about having sex with children. He also, allegedly, asked her repeatedly to let him install hidden cameras in her kids’ rooms.

“I had two young children at the time, and he talked to me about installing hidden cameras in their rooms and asked me if I would choose which child I would like him to watch,” she told Inside Edition Thursday.http://gawker.com/reporter-says-...

But apparently the FBI wasn’t the only entity to whom she reported Fogle’s inappropriate behavior. Herman-Walrond tells Gawker that Subway knew or should have known there were issues with their spokesperson—because she tried to warn Subway’s corporate office in 2009.

She says she’s not sure of the exact date and doesn’t have a copy of the email because she sent it through a comment form on Subway’s corporate website. But she’s certain she detailed disturbing comments made by Fogle, and she’s certain she never heard back.

“I told them how Jared had approached my children—that I met him during my radio show program—and that he had approached my children and had made sexual comments about wanting to do things with my children and their friends,” Herman-Walrond said. “I never got a ‘Thank you for emailing’ or anything like that, but I sent it and it did go through.”

Subway has not responded to requests for comment.


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Fantasy Football Tips for the Extremely Casual Participant

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Fantasy Football Tips for the Extremely Casual Participant

“Fantasy Football” can mean a number of things: A game; a football-related fantasy; your dream football. If this fall it means, for you, “a game,” even though you don’t know too much about football and aren’t sure why you agreed to participate in the fantasy version, I have a few tips.

Listen: It’s not fun to lose. I don’t care if you don’t care about fantasy football. Week after week of losing very badly in fantasy football, even if you’re not really into it, is draining—much more draining than you expect. I can tell you this based on, you don’t know, maybe just a guess. Also it stinks for the other people in the league. Plus it takes a bit of the punch out of your otherwise withering taunts. If you’re going to participate in fantasy football, you might as well give it a little attention and have a little fun rather than a little obligation you hate. Maybe you’ll even win!* Wow. Can you imagine? Everyone will be so impressed—you, a winner.

So here are the tips, then:

Do a Tiny Bit of Research

Not a lot, just look around online and write down the names of a few guys who bloggers are telling you to pick. It doesn’t really matter, and almost certainly some of these guys will end up being shitty, but at least you’ll feel like you have a bit of control during the draft. It’s nice to feel like you’re in control and know what you’re doing, even though in fantasy football, like in life, you aren’t and you don’t.

Have Fun During the Draft

The draft is the most fun you’re going to have during the whole season of fantasy football. You pick guys, sometimes your guy gets picked and you have to find a new guy, you’re clicking around, you’re talking to your friends, you’re eating a snack. I love it. If those in charge of fantasy football were smart, they would figure out some way to have the draft at the end. That way the whole season could build up to your fun draft night. However, it’s not at the end—it is at the very beginning. C’est la vie.

Pick the Guy That’s Not the Best But Is Still Good

The “best” guy might not turn out to be the best. This will be frustrating because, fuck, isn’t he supposed to be the best?! Maybe he was the best last year, and this year he stinks because he’s running around thinking, “I’m the best.” Ugh. The nerve of this guy. The guy who is not the best but is still good, though—well, it seems to me like that guy is probably going to be more consistent. (I don’t know this for a fact.) You’ll at least be less annoyed when he doesn’t turn out to be the best.

Also if you pick a guy who’s not the best but still good, it makes it look like you must know what you’re doing. “Why didn’t she pick so and so, and instead picked so and so? Kelly must know something that I don’t.” It’s not totally necessary that you come off as looking as though you know what you’re doing, but you have to admit that it would be nice.

Still Pick One Guy Who Is Supposed to Be the Best Though

Like Aaron Rodgers.

Download the App

Is your league set up through ESPN or Yahoo or something like that, chances are there is an app for you to download. (Do I know for sure if there is? No. I’m not an expert, I’m an extremely casual participant, just like you. Search for it in the app store. [Except for in the case of ESPN, I’m sure that app exists because that’s the one I have.]) You will have something new to check on your phone now, which is nice.

Never Trade

People are going to get upset when you refuse to trade with them. “Are you serious?” they’ll say. “Trading is part of the whole thing of it!” they’ll say in one way or another, maybe not this way exactly. “Gimme your guy, I’ll give you my guy—an even trade,” they’ll say, lying, right to your face. You don’t know enough to trade. They want your guy? Good—seems like you have a good guy, then. Never trade.

Check Your Lineup Every Week

Every week. Don’t forget. And mess around with it until it looks like you have a chance of winning. If this seems obvious then these tips are not for you and the fact that you didn’t realize that until this point is 100% on you.

Get Rid of Guys Who Consistently Aren’t Good

And pick up guys who are better. It’s not lost on me that some of this is sort of life advice, also.

So, there you go. The end. Touchdown!


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*If you actually want to win you might need to seek out better tips.

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“Embarrassing Is an Understatement”: Stories From Steve Harvey's Sexist Nightmare Special

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“Embarrassing Is an Understatement”: Stories From Steve Harvey's Sexist Nightmare Special

Yesterday, I wrote about a recent taping Steve Harvey held in Chicago for his daytime talk show. Harvey brought 2,000 men into a theatre for a special devoted to “What Men Really Think,” and things quickly, even predictably, turned sour. Men in the audience allegedly drowned out female speakers with catcalls and hurled slurs of all types at both women and men present. http://defamer.gawker.com/2-000-men-show...

The account of the taping came from three Chicago comedians who attended the event and then spoke out about their experiences. But to better flesh out what it was like to spend 10 hours trapped in a room with Steve Harvey and thousands of men exploding with rage and inadequacy, I asked for any attendees to write in with their perspectives.

I got about seven emails, ranging from “it was just as brutal or worse” to “Great Show Steve!!!” Here are those responses, which have only been edited to redact any identifying details.

This woman, who was one of roughly 150 sitting onstage, says that the show was designed so that the women “had no choice but to come off as nagging and crazy ‘bitches’.” She also alleges that women showing the most cleavage were placed near the front of the stage, which contributed to the catcalling:

I was at the taping myself as one of the 150 women on stage and let me tell you, it was just as brutal or worse being on that stage as a woman. Forget the part where they said we’d be served lunch and be out by 3pm ( we were there til 5pm with nothing to eat while the men at least got granola bars as a snack), but the fact that everything was so scripted by the producers, that the women had no choice but to come off as nagging and crazy “bitches”. I was asked by a producer friend to be one of the ladies asking Steve for advice, but after seeing the list of topics/questions to choose from - none of which would be questions of have in real life - I backed out because I got the feeling this was going to be a very sexist show, aimed to highlight how men really do think we’re all crazy, jealous, and irrational.

There was even one point where the women went “off script” when the topic of women wanting closure when a relationship ends, and the women on stage with me got understandingly frustrated with Steve Harvey and the 2,000 idiots out there who basically said we were crazy for expecting some sort of resolution. So much so, that several women had to be given microphones because they were just standing up and arguing and basically sticking up for ourselves. It was really embarrassing to have had to sit there as a lineup of “meat and prey” and listen to the men berate us whole Steve Harvey did his best to agree while sounding polite and gentlemanly. We saw right through that and in fact one girl got up and said to him something but along the lines of “if your wife were here, you know you wouldn’t be saying half the things you said”.

Embarrassing is an understatement. Sadly, I sat behind Steve most of the show so my face will be on stage forcibly laughing and applauding and cheering, when all I really wanted to do was get up, leave, and get myself some food - something the show couldn’t even be bothered to do.

Another thing that pissed me off... Dress code said “bright colors”. But the women with shortest dresses and most cleavage were separated from friends so they could be front row where the men can see... Then you wonder why we heard things like “I call yellow dress”. I’ve never been so happy to be wearing pants that allowed me to blend in somewhat.

If the idea to bring in 2,000 men that sample men everywhere was to get us to understand how they really think and feel, well now I worry for mankind... They really do suck! (Sorry Jordan, you’re cool!)

Thanks for this story. I really thought I was the only one who left there incredibly pissed off.


A now ex-fan of Harvey’s says that he was embarrassed to be in the audience because the catcalling was so loud you couldn’t even hear the women speak:

I read your article. And I thought it was spot on.

I was in the audience. And yes I thought it was absolutely awful. 2,000 men to 150 women was the number of people there with me. I was embarrassed to be in a crowd of those men. He spoke as if we all agreed with how he portrayed us. I did not. It was disgusting the way anytime a woman spoke, she got cat-called. You could barely hear anything any of the women said because of how loud the men were. It was truly awful.

Shows why Steve has been married 4 times. I will never look at him the same again. He truly acted like women are below men and that’s how it should be. It really was an uncomfortable thing to be a part of. I’m really glad your article is shedding light on this situation and episode.

Anytime a woman fought back and didn’t agree with an answer. He would put his arm around her and say, “you can’t change the answers, you can only accept them. I’m trying to teach you ladies what men are like and about. It’s your choice to learn and accept it or not.”

He lost a fan on last Sunday.

A man sitting in the balcony described the scene as “appalling,” and says that Harvey “almost encouraged” the catcalling. He also thinks the producers specifically sat white audience members on the floor of the theatre, where they would be seen by the cameras.

Hi Jordan,

I read your article and I was at the taping. It was absolutely appalling at what some of the men in the audience were yelling out. It didn’t help when at the beginning of the show Steve Harvey said he wasn’t going to stop the catcalls and almost encouraged it. As far as diversity in the crowd, it was not diverse. Notice the photos that you have were all from the first floor. Me and my brother (we are both white) waited over 2 hours to get in and didn’t expect at all to be on the first floor orchestra level. However, we were. There were a lot of white people on the first floor. And I believe they did this because the cameras would surely be showing the men in the audience on the first floor the most. I’m not sure, but I can almost guarantee that the majority of people in the balconies were black people.

This man says the guy who told Harvey he was often too tired after work to have sex got heckled so badly that he’s not sure they can even show it on TV:

Article was SPOT on. Like legit Spot on. No idea how they can show the guy who doesnt want sex on TV it got bad!!!

This woman says that “some” of the original accounts were “accurate” but that the taping “wasn’t as bad” as it seemed. She blames men at the taping who “lacked home training,” and says that Harvey did apologize to the women for how the men were acting.

I was an attendee of the Steve Harvey taping, and while some of your article is accurate, it wasn’t as bad as your article made it out to be. There were 150 women on stage and yes, 2,000 men in the audience. With ANY large group, you can’t expect everyone to behave like a saint - some of the men lacked home training. Steve actually apologized to the women for their behavior. The taping was about 5 hours long, but the men were outside in a line that was three blocks long since before 7am. I personally didn’t hear any yelled profanities; no one in my immediate area felt harassed or threatened. The male audience WAS diverse, a mix of older and younger men of all ethnicities. In between tapes segments Steve cracked jokes, spoke to both the audience and the women’s group, and at the end, made a statement to the men about taking a chance in their lives and what’s he been through, and encouraged men to strengthen their faith in God. The show airs I believe next week when his season premiers. Was the taping excessively long? YES? Would I do it again? NO - my patience doesn’t allow it. But it was a fun experience and very interesting to say the least!

This man, who is possibly acting undercover as an employee of Steve Harvey’s, says that Harvey blamed the atmosphere on “8 or 9 assholes,” an assessment the reader agrees with.

My name is [redacted], and I too attended the taping this past Sunday.

Sadly I will admit that most of the things that your first source stated was true! Women were cat-called, and some maybe disrespected. However, Steve Harvey made a very valid point while addressing the 150 women on stage,

“Anytime you get 2000 men together, there is almost a certainty that you will have 8 or 9 assholes!”

This was the case! There were another 1,991 well dressed, well behaved men seated in that theatre, that showed nothing but respect for the staff, and women seated on that stage. These men were not screened, nor hand selected for this show. It was whoever showed up, and you can’t help but to possibly have a few idiots. I will say that it was constantly told to the audience to respect these women, and that’s what the vast majority of the men did!

Great Show Steve!!!

I think this guy was at a different show:

I just wanted to let you know that I was at the Steve Harvey taping near the front by the stage and can tell you a lot of what is in the article about what happen is not what happened at all.

No one was called a homophobic slur in the audience. Women were not cat-called. There was an idiot in the balcony the said “you’re crazy” a few times to a few women before the women were able to finish their question, but was shunned by the rest of the guys in the crowd. SteveHarvey even said that out of 2000 guys, you are bound to have 8 assholes.

For the most part, the day was a fun time, and not at the expense of the women or men (there were 150 women, by the way, not hundreds).

There were only 2 women that Skyped in a question, and they weren’t cat-called or booed either. Not everyone in the audience received a survey, and it wasn’t only what men thought, but the women were surveyed too and the men guessed their results as well during the taping.

I am a pretty respectful guy and most of the audience were respectful as well. It is bothersome to hear what some people are saying, when that wasn’t the case.

Although there was a delay in getting sandwiches to 2000 people, the staff did come by a pass out snacks. It wasn’t the staff’s fault. There was a delay by the vendor in getting the food to the theater. And that is NOT what Steve said he would fight someone about. Someone yelled out from the audience they wanted to fight Steve after Steve mentioned what they said was rude (that was about the time he told the audience that out of 2000 people, there are bound to be 8 assholes).

So maybe the taping of Steve Harvey’s “What Men Really Think” special was essentially that one scene from Game of Thrones, or maybe it was just a a dozen bad apples who need to be trained. Either way, it sounds terrible.

If you were there and would like to talk about your experience, please email me.

Update (4:50 p.m.) A spokeswoman for Harvey gave this statement about the show to the Chicago Tribune:

“The nature of the topic alone can elicit strong opinions from both men and women. While we always encourage a healthy debate, we do not condone or tolerate rude or disrespectful behavior towards our audience or any of our guests. We are very proud of the episodes that we produced and are confident that our national audience will find the conversation both insightful and entertaining,” a representative for the show said in a statement to the Tribune.

[image via Getty]


Contact the author at jordan@gawker.com.

Viral Christian Pregnancy YouTuber Sam Rader Had a Paid Ashley Madison Account

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Viral Christian Pregnancy YouTuber Sam Rader Had a Paid Ashley Madison Account

The popular Christian vlogger Sam Rader—best known for “surprising” his wife with her own positive pregnancy test in a viral video—had a paid account on the cheating website Ashley Madison in 2013, the Daily Mail reports. Sam is a leader in a new industry of online evangelism, posting daily videos of his upstanding, Jesus-loving family for hundreds of thousands of subscribers.

Sam, whose new “manager” told the Daily Mail from a vlogger conference in Seattle that “we are not going to comment on this right now,” has done such a good job marketing his Christian family values on YouTube that he quit his job this month to vlog full time. (We reached out to Sam for comment but have not heard back.) Though his latest pregnancy stunt video was controversial, Sam has built a real, loyal following preaching the bible and vlogging about wanting to be a “good man” to his wife of almost six years, Nia—the kind of “man I want [my daughter] to marry.”

Perhaps Sam believes that being a “good man” in a marriage is consistent with seeking extramarital sexual partners online. Or perhaps he simply fell short of his goal in September 2013, when he created a paid account on Ashley Madison, a dating site created for the purpose of cheating your spouse. News of the Ashley Madison hack broke on July 15. Instead of keeping his head down, Sam went ahead with his viral pregnancy stunt three weeks later, propelling his family to new heights of Christian vlogging fame.

The Daily Mail notes that someone using a credit card belonging to a “Samuel Rader,” with a billing address that matches the Raders’ home in Terrell, Texas—a home that is featured in almost every video Sam posts—made several payments on Ashley Madison beginning in September 2013, including two payments of $189. The domain of the email address used to create the account, “becausethatswhy.com”, was registered by Samuel Rader in 2011. (PerezHilton.com also notes the email evidence.)

The Twitter account below first discovered that Sam’s credit card information was among the data released online in the wake of the hack on Ashley Madison’s servers.

According to the data, Sam stopped paying Ashley Madison after November 2013. This was a few months before he posted his first video to go viral: “Good Looking Parents Sing Disney’s Frozen (Love Is an Open Door).” In it, Sam and Nia deliver a practiced lip synch of the children’s tune while driving through Texas with their daughter in the back seat. Since then, Sam and Nia have posted videos daily with a focus on family, marriage, and bible study. In July, Sam was forced to delete a video in which he and his wife convinced their five-year-old daughter that gay marriage is wrong. He explained the next day: “We are Christians. We believe in everything the bible says, and we believe that god created man and woman to be together.”

Spewing this kind of biblically sanctioned bigotry can be incredibly lucrative. Buzzfeed reports that the Raders are now likely making $9.60 per 1,000 non-skippable ad views, which “could easily lead to a six-figure salary for the channel if they can maintain even just a fraction of their recent numbers.” Additionally, the Raders have leveraged their online hybrid of neo-televangelism, reality TV, and viral performance into sponsorship deals with Audible and Naturebox.

Sam defended his right to make money by filming his family for YouTube in a recent video titled, “THE IMPORTANCE OF FAMILY VLOGS!”

He explains in the video:

Vlogging, as we understand, is a way of sharing our family with the world. And we feel it’s also a way to shine god’s light...

We also get a lot of crap for going full time and me quitting my job. A lot of people are like, “Get a real job!’” But my family is my passion. A lot of men have different passions. Some men are passionate about being a doctor, or architecture, or whatever...I have found, after marrying Nia, that I’m passionate about my family...and just like any other passion, everybody wants to support their family off of what they love to do.

Sam, indeed, acts passionate about his marriage and family in front of the camera. In a video posted this month—“IS MY WIFE A TROPHY?”—Sam explains that his wife is a gift straight from the Lord, and that he aims to treat her the way he’d want a man to treat his daughter. “I want to be the man that I want my daughter to marry,” he says. “That’s something that’s been on my mind lately, as far as when she asks me anything, or when it comes to like doing things with her, or being an example in front of her with Nia. Because I feel like she’s absorbing more things lately than before; I feel like it’s really important now that I’m being a good man to Nia and to the family, and that she sees what a real man needs to be.”

Sam has also posted many videos offering advice for keeping heterosexual Christian marriage alive—“SPICING UP OUR MARRIAGE!”, “The Importance of Dating Your Spouse,” “Making Date Night Happen During Saturday Nappin’”—where he suggests taking an active role in “dating” your wife. But nowhere does he suggest dating a woman who is not your wife, which he sought to do under the Ashley Madison username “Dirtylittlesecretman28.” According to the data, Sam’s profile said he was “Looking to break the monotony” and for “outdoors exploration.” His turn-on was someone “Sneaky and cute.”

Sam, who has now made it is full time job to preach Christian family values online, is not the first “good man” to break commandment number seven. Family values activist and former 19 Kids and Counting star Josh Duggar had a paid Ashley Madison account, too.

Image by Jim Cooke. Contact the author at allie@gawker.com.

Three Injured in Shooting on High-Speed Train From Amsterdam to Paris

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Three Injured in Shooting on High-Speed Train From Amsterdam to Paris

A man was arrested in Arras, France, today after allegedly shooting an automatic weapon on a high-speed train from Amsterdam to Paris, injuring three people. The shooting was reportedly halted when two American passengers overpowered the suspect.

According to CBS News, French media outlets are reporting that the Americans who subdued the shooter were U.S. Marines. A Marines spokesman confirmed to CBS that the shooter was stopped by Americans, but not whether they were Marines.

Two of the victims were seriously injured in the shooting, the BBC reports, and were reported to be British and American. The unnamed suspect is a 26-year-old Moroccan, according to BBC. He reportedly carried an automatic pistol, a knife, and a Kalashnikov rifle.

The third victim was the French actor Jean-Hugues Anglade, who pulled the train’s alarm and was not seriously wounded, according to the Telegraph. It is not clear whether the injured American was one of the apparent Marines who stopped the shooting.

Local police “are not ruling out the possibility of a planned terror attack,” CBS reports.


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What Kain Colter Really Learned At Northwestern

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What Kain Colter Really Learned At Northwestern

When Kain Colter called for Northwestern football players to unionize in early 2014, he cited his experiences in my class, “Field Studies in the Modern Workplace,” as the turning point in his thinking on the status of NCAA “student-athletes” (or “workers,” depending on one’s interpretation). The idea to establish a union was entirely Kain’s own—he had been interested in expanding protections for NCAA players long before he stepped into my classroom—but, as a teacher, I was thrilled that the work we did in my course helped Kain pursue something so meaningful to him.http://deadspin.com/kain-colters-u...

The course that Kain took with me was part of the Chicago Field Studies program, the largest academic internship program at Northwestern. My class explores the social and political history of work in the United States, beginning with the rise of industrial labor in the late 19th century through to our service-based, white-collar economy of today. In it we read a wide variety of authors ranging from Karl Marx to Milton Friedman, and in Kain’s particular class I combined those readings with field trips to Groupon’s headquarters and to a Chicago steel mill. This was to understand how the social and political values we associate with work have been in constant flux over the past 150 years. My course is not designed to tell students what work “is” or what it “ought to be,” then, but rather to show them that the meaning of work is always shifting, as it both responds to and is shaped by its larger social environment. Students thus have a very real role to play in strengthening or altering the world of work they’re about to enter—or, in Kain’s case, the workplace he felt he was already in. It was this theme that animated many intense discussions among Kain and his classmates, and, yes, I felt a certain amount of (probably unwarranted) pride when Kain described those discussions as a light-bulb moment for him.

So it’s no surprise that I felt a sense of deep disappointment when the NLRB denied the Wildcats players the right to unionize. But I was not upset solely because Kain had been my student, and I was rooting for his personal success (although that was true). Nor was I disappointed because I believed unionization to be the perfect route to reform an NCAA system that appears so dysfunctional in so many ways. As some have noted, it was not obvious that unionization would have provided college football players with ready-made solutions to their many justifiable grievances. More to the point, the NLRB’s hesitation to intervene in a system in which they would only be able to assert jurisdiction over 17 of the 128 teams that comprise Division I FBS college football – given that the remaining 111 teams are run by public institutions – seemed to make some amount of bureaucratic sense. But I have little experience in the finer points of NLRB bureaucracy.

What I do have is experience in the study of politics. And as I thought further about the NLRB ruling, I realized that my disappointment stemmed largely from my concerns as a political scientist interested in expanding opportunities for democratic dialogue in a society in which such opportunities feel increasingly uncommon. Now that the NLRB has blocked the most readily available means by which players could have made their collective voices heard, my fear is that the intense public interest in the politics of college football sparked by this debate will soon die out. This could happen precisely because, in preventing players from collectively and formally challenging the NCAA’s party line, we will once again only hear the NCAA’s party line – and therefore have no debate, discussion, or conversation to speak of. Therefore even if the NLRB ruling was sensible from a bureaucratic perspective – and I leave that an open question – it will likely stifle a much larger and much more important political discussion that has only just begun.

Of course, certain political conversations concerning college football will continue long after the NLRB’s decision fades from the headlines. Years from now, I’m sure we will still be asking whether or not colleges spend too much money on athletics programs, whether or not football is too dangerous a sport for our kids to play, and how and when elite college players can turn professional. These questions are doubtless important, but the debate that Kain started went much deeper and was much more compelling than these more narrowly focused questions.

What made the unionization effort so provocative was that, while its direct target was the NCAA, it forced college football fans to confront a set of questions that go to the heart of many of our most pressing political anxieties. It forced us to reflect, for instance, on the purpose of higher education, at a time when spending on university administration and athletics has far outstripped spending on instruction. It forced us to discuss the meaning of labor exploitation, at a time when workers are more productive than ever but wages remain stagnant. It forced us to contemplate what rights and privileges individuals should retain upon agreeing to perform moneymaking services for someone other than themselves, at a time when unpaid internships are oftentimes a prerequisite for fulltime employment, especially among Millennials. Perhaps most importantly, it forced us to consider whether our own viewing and purchasing habits might come at the expense of someone else, at a time when economic and racial inequality feel like an almost irreparable scourge.

The NLRB’s decision to deny Northwestern players the right to unionize lets college football fans off the hook, because it allows us to temporarily ignore these questions when we turn on the TV each Saturday. The matter is settled – Northwestern football players can’t unionize, and we can go back to our regularly scheduled programming. This is not to say that Kain’s project is dead, or that college football players will never come together as a collective voice, union or not. After the NLRB ruling, however, that seems more a possibility for the distant future.

I nevertheless hope that Kain continues his advocacy on behalf of college athletes, in one or another form. In the past 18 months he has already taught me, his former instructor, a profound lesson: college football is far more complex than Saturday afternoon entertainment. It is also one of the starkest and most accessible embodiments of the most pressing political issues we face as a society today. This does not mean we should refrain from enjoying college football, at least for now. I know that I will again watch the sport this coming season, not least because it teaches me how contemporary political questions are seen, heard, and expressed in everyday life.

But there must come a turning point, a moment of critical ethical reflection similar to the one Kain himself experienced in my class over two years ago. For me, that turning point will be when the NCAA can declare total victory, or, more specifically, when it becomes clear that the NLRB decision has truly silenced the collective voice of college football players. When that time comes, I will be certain of two things. One, that Kain’s voice will be needed more than ever, and, two, that my own tacit support of the NCAA’s party line – in the form of my viewing and consumption habits – will need to be profoundly altered.


Nick Dorzweiler is a Visiting Assistant Professor of political science at Wheaton College (Mass) and an instructor for the Chicago Field Studies program at Northwestern University. His research focuses on the politics of popular culture and the history of American political science.

Hawaii Under Hurricane Threat; Atlantic's Danny Explodes into a Major Hurricane

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Hawaii Under Hurricane Threat; Atlantic's Danny Explodes into a Major Hurricane

Summer weather is characterized by long periods of mind-numbing monotony followed by short bursts of terrifying chaos. We’re in one of those chaotic periods right now, where the August doldrums collapsed and gave us a tiny but powerful hurricane in the Atlantic, and a potential hurricane threatening Hawaii next week.

Hawaii Under Hurricane Threat; Atlantic's Danny Explodes into a Major Hurricane

Danny is small but has a big attitude to make up for it. The storm started to look pretty healthy this morning, and we had the good fortune of Hurricane Hunters—y’know, the brave men and women who fly into hurricanes on purpose—investigating the storm early this afternoon just as it began to peak in intensity. The airborne meteorologists flew around for a little while and discovered that Danny is a major hurricane, clocking in as a category three on the Saffir-Simpson Hurricane Wind Scale with maximum sustained winds of 115 MPH.

The hurricane’s wind field only extends 15 miles away from its very, very small eye, which places it somewhere among the most intense tiny hurricanes on record. Finding other storms of comparable size and strength is hard to do, but it appears that there have only been a handful of storms in recent history that were both extremely small and very intense at the same time. Last year’s Hurricane Gonzalo reached maximum winds of 125 MPH with hurricane force winds only stretching 25 miles from the storm’s eye, and 2001’s Hurricane Iris packed 140 MPH winds when its hurricane force wind field only extended 15 miles from its eye.

Danny seems to have peaked in intensity, and the National Hurricane Center expects the hurricane to undergo a steady weakening trend as it approaches the Caribbean this weekend and early next week, eventually affecting the northern Lesser Antilles, Puerto Rico, and Hispaniola as a decaying tropical storm. There’s always the chance that Danny survives its encounter with the Caribbean and continues on toward the west, so we can’t ignore it here in the States even though the forecast doesn’t show much good news for the little storm. If it does fall apart over the Antilles as is most likely right now, the cause of Danny’s demise will be dry air and wind shear, if interaction with the hilly terrain doesn’t do it in even sooner.

In a sense, there is some good news here! Models suggest that Danny and/or its remnants could bring several inches of rain to islands like Puerto Rico, which is trudging through one of its worst droughts in recorded history. Just about a quarter of the island is now in an “extreme drought.” The whole flood and landslide thing is bad, of course, but the region desperately needs the rain, and this is one of the rare times when many residents are actually cheering for the storm to come their way.

Hawaii Under Hurricane Threat; Atlantic's Danny Explodes into a Major Hurricane

On the other side of North America, we’re tracking Tropical Storm Kilo, which is on a concerning path toward Hawaii according to the latest forecasts and model guidance. The system looks pretty disheveled right now, but it’s moving into a favorable environment for organization and strengthening, and the Central Pacific Hurricane Center in Honolulu expects Kilo to become a hurricane next week as it comes close to the western Hawaiian islands.

One thing of note is that the cone of uncertainty is narrower than normal in the short range, signaling forecaster confidence in the system’s movement through at least Sunday. The timing of its strengthening pattern and when it makes that northward turn is key to what kind of effects Hawaii will see and where.

Residents and visitors in Hawaii should watch forecast updates like a hawk, especially as we draw closer to next week. The forecast can and will change as meteorologists get a better idea of what’s going on with this tropical storm—Hurricane Hunters and other aircraft are scheduled to fly out and sample both the storm and the environment around it—so the track and intensity predictions will be fine-tuned the closer we get to its island approach.

Typhoon Goni

Hawaii Under Hurricane Threat; Atlantic's Danny Explodes into a Major Hurricane

The twin typhoons—remember them?—are still swirling away out in the western Pacific Ocean, and the westernmost typhoon is getting ready to make a sharp right turn and head toward Japan. Goni is weaker than it was a few days ago, but it’s still a formidable cyclone with winds of more than 100 MPH as it starts to rake Japan’s Ryukyu Islands and heads toward the Japanese mainland.

It looks like Ishigaki-jima, an island just east of Taiwan that’s home to nearly 50,000 people, is going to take a direct hit from Goni. Any landmass that experiences the wrath of this storm can expect destructive winds, heavy rain, a storm surge, inland flooding, and the potential for mud or landslides in hilly terrain.

Josh Morgerman, the guy who runs iCyclone and eagerly runs head-first into some of the world’s strongest storms, is on Ishigaki-jima right now, and you can follow his excellent updates on Facebook and Twitter as Typhoon Goni makes landfall this weekend.

Bermuda Low

Hawaii Under Hurricane Threat; Atlantic's Danny Explodes into a Major Hurricane

The National Hurricane Center still gives this non-tropical low a 50% chance of developing into a tropical or subtropical storm over the next five days as it moves toward the northwest. The system isn’t all that healthy looking right now, but conditions are somewhat conducive to development through the weekend, so don’t be surprised if you flip on The Weather Channel this weekend and suddenly hear forecasters talking about Tropical Storm Erika.

[Images: NOAA, author, JTWC, NASA]


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