After 14 years of media takedowns and gags run into the ground, Gawker is finally gone – but is that a good thing? - From RollingStone.com
Along the way he had help, courtesy of a Pinellas County, Florida trial over the sex tape of Pinellas County celebrity Hulk Hogan, who knew he was being filmed fucking the wife of his friend Bubba the Love Sponge — host of Tampa Bay's avatar of "Skippy and Goatface's FM Drivetime Holocaust" — and who spent the remaining unpublished portions of the tape explaining how rich a black guy would have to be for his daughter to "fuck with niggers." It was a lovely pairing: a billionaire with endless resources for a grudge, and a geriatric nostalgia act who alienated most of the wrestling industry over a career defined by megalomania, and who'd hemorrhaged his fortune on a divorce, his daughter's go-nowhere music career and repeated legal fees for his son's drunk-driving drift team schtick.
I carped about it on my blog before being hired; after I left, I had difficulty concealing the fact that I was angry.
I never even set foot in the office until the end of 2014, and then only to get Christmas drunk with the Deadspin crew.
(There's another Gawkerism: the pithy line with the enthusiastic exclamation point after an observation that might seem ambivalent.) At the very minimum, the tone suggested that whatever post you were reading was already part of an ongoing conversation that everyone would be stupid to pretend to be agnostic about.
And after the site started to hire serious writers and run serious reporting and excellent longform pieces – almost as if the point were to make critics say, "But they do publish some good work and hire some good people" – Gawker was still there to wipe away some of that sudden makeover.