It’s the motherfucking holiday season, y’all. At least that’s what my TV is telling me.

What gets me is that I used to love the holidays, and now I’m a fucking cliché. Now I just furtively get really fucking drunk on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Even when I was a kid, and my dad was a complete ass 99% of the time, I still looked forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas, because all his toxicity could be negated by the presence of the rest of my family. Then he stopped coming to Thanksgiving, and then Christmas. For one shining year in my family, the holidays were pleasant and full of love.

Gawker’s only remaining female writer, Sheila McClear, went all out recently by posting an adorable picture of herself in all her pale glory.

If you haven’t already, click through to see the full article, and give her the page-views she deserves. She’s just been fired, and leaves Gawker at the end of the month. So – give her some cash by viewing – and check out the comments. They range from drooling on keyboards, commenters switching to lesbianism or leaving geighness for her, to rather touching pieces on how much everyone will miss her.

There’s a meet-up in New York soon to celebrate her time at Gawker. And before you ask – I’ve no idea why she was fired, but if you do, send us something juicy via the masthead email address.

http://gawker.com/5101908/my-underwear-is-the-future-of-the-internet-economy (36,080 views as at Dec 7)

Everything you need to know is there. What a waste.