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The Committee for Melbourne, a non-profit organisation in Victoria, Australia launched it's gender equality campaign today, with aims to successfully install equal number of male and female walking signs. Let's just say the pedestrian representation invoked some hilarious, albeit accurate reactions from Aussies on Twitter. 

This guy decided to out a girl he hooked up with after he found out she had herpes, after not disclosing it to him when they originally hooked up. Apparently he posted anonymously on their University's Facebook page, and just wanted to warn other people, because of his experience with her deceiving him. From there he proceeded to face quite a bit of backlash. Was he in fact the asshole for outing her, or did he do the right thing? Or, are they both just kind of crappy people in this equation? 

JaVale McGee, center for the Golden State Warriors is the regular target of Shaq when it comes to getting roasted, toasted, and stomped on for all the public eye to see (thank goodness for us). You could know next to nothing/not care at all about NBA basketball, and you'll still get a kick out of the big man igniting the rage of Mr. JaVale McGee in the following Twitter exchange. Let's just hope JaVale learnt a thing or two about not going toe-to-toe with the comedically-inclined pair of 22's. Yeah, still processing how big Shaq's feet are over here.

Work. We need to do it to not be hungry and cold, but other than that it's missing some benefits. Depending on their job, most people would rather just sit and be bored. And everyone's attitude at work is a strange combination of trying to do as little as possible while blaming everyone around them for doing as little as possible. It can get rough. At least there are work memes to blow off work steams.

Decorating a pizza with a gross amount of Peeps for a topping (see atrocity here) was one thing, but bro, get your shit together and carry your greasewheel like a human being. At least the steady procession of utterly outraged reactions made for a comedic goldmine. 

And who could blame them? This dog is our new hero.

Well that was a quick and easy way to waste a solid 15 minutes of my life, how about you? How long did it take you? Oh, think you're better than me, bro?

Nick Robinson — presenter of BBC Radio Four's Today show, committed the grave mistake of announcing Santa isn't real, on a live radio broadcast. The poor dude failed to lend a little thought and deliberation into what he was saying, and who he was talking to; and he felt the burning pains of Twitter-triggered regret shortly after. It was inevitable, unfortunately. There was no scenario involving BBC suggesting that the 'Father of Christmas' was nothing more than well, a 'father', that wouldn't instantly make the hate-juices to flow.

Last night we witnessed the devastating, rock bottom kind of momentous spectacle that was The Chainsmokers winning their first Grammy Award for their song 'Don't Let Me Down' with Daya. Some people are coolly proposing we're witnessing the mere death of American Pop Culture, so well, that's chill. To make matters even worse, the duo all but paddled up in their douche canoes to unacceptably accept an award on behalf of the late David Bowie. I know right? You've got to be shitting me. Then again we're still pretty fresh into 2017 here, so it wouldn't be right if the shitstorm failed to pervade for a bit longer.

This is a prime example of why you've always gotta be careful with what you put on the internet. Granted, tweeting about spitting in someone's beverage is a pretty damn surefire way of taking the shortcut to the unemployment bench.

If there's one thing the denizens of Twitter, the Internet, the world really, are good for; it's banding together and taking up arms to stage a rage-fueled protest against anything remotely or absolutely evident of the proverbial 'whitewashing'. George Takei led the charge somewhat recently on that whole Doctor Strange business. Netflix went and kicked the hornet's nest with their new trailer for Death Note. 

Has McDonald's taken it too far this time, or what? That mind-blowingly sweet and syrupy, fluorescent orange drink was a damn staple of my sugardrunk youth; and in all honesty, I'll still grab a cup every now and again these days. 

This fitness blog managed to cut out a slice of social media spotlight, and truly, found fleeting relevancy in the worst way possible. If their goal was to get our attention, they definitely didn't fail on that account. One does not address the everyday pizza-loving human on Twitter (a venue already prone to rage-ridden outbursts/tweet reacts); and tell them they shouldn't enjoy their doughy gift of the gods.