Hogan, funded by the billionaire Peter Thiel, whose sexuality Gawker had exposed years before and who had clearly harbored one hell of a grievance, sued them into non-existence. Uploading footage of Hulk Hogan having sex, which had been recorded without the Hulkster knowing, turned out to be one of the more expensive errors in modern history.
The average Gawker employee was the sort of person who would post revenge porn while lambasting people who mildly transgressed against speech codes. Their writing pioneered the sort of effortful indifference that still leads Brooklynites to claim that people are “having a normal one” and things are “like, er, yikes”. The original site was a hive of mean-spirited moralists. Leah Finnegan, the new editor, admitted that the brand was “toxic” but appealed to the reader to keep “an open mind and an open heart.” (What is this? Gawker or an e-celeb issuing an apology video over a sexual harassment scandal?) Gawker returned in 2021 with the air of a drunk stumbling back into a party he had never been invited to.
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