Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

Every Friday, our very DoubleCakes scours the videosphere for the best cringe-inducing documentaries, found footage and TV specials of yore.

I have an intense, irrational fear of amputation. I threw up trying to read Geek Love. I get light-headed, piss-pantsy in Halloween stores.

This implies there are rules. And when it comes to GamerGate, there are no rules.

The apron was a birthday gift—to both of us, really. She was the first woman to ever call me 'Mommy.'

There's a dresser in my drawer, and all it contains is a flannel shirt and a picture of me and Henrietta, from Christmas 2013.

Nail polish and straws put rape prevention squarely on the shoulders of women, a responsbility we've always borne.

Speaking out for the rights of all women doesn’t make me a misandrist or an infighter.

Hailing from the bowels of hell, it's time to meet Pocahottie, Sexy Eskimo, Sexy China Doll . . . and more!

A tale as old as rhyme: boy meets girl, gets his feelings hurt, and spreads her personal information on the internet. Here's my take on Zoe Quinn.

We deserve to be safe. We deserve to live—even at the cost of your flawed, incomplete grasp of lesbian identity.