jezebel.com
My life online began as a series of ~ sites under the dominion of my employers. In 1996 I struck out on my own at jezebel.com. While always a conversation piece (and while some may not agree) the domain never really suited.
Some people can separate church and state (so to speak), with wonderful online personalities that differ greatly from who they are in meat space. Alas, I lack that talent. What you get offline is what you see online, though far saltier given my potty mouth.
Harrumph.com (“ha-wah?”) was my next domain and again it missed the mark. I’m a nice Canadian girl who’s most often uttered word is “sorry” — how did I ever think that harrumph would suit?
In the end, I settled at hchamp.com, shuttering Jezebel 2003. “Haitchceehaitchayempeedotcom” doesn’t roll from one’s tongue with all that great ease, but it’s me. What to do with jezebel.com? I had thought to strike gold via some online porn empire, but that didn’t pan out and so I waited.
When the good folks at Gawker contacted me a couple of months ago, I realized that she would find a good home amongst their properties. The new face of Jezebel.com launched earlier this week and she’s far sexier than I could ever hope to be.
