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Ah, Jess Joho—Mashable’s resident chaos curator, self-proclaimed “accidental feminist,” and the human equivalent of a glitter bomb thrown into a boardroom meeting. She doesn’t just write articles; she writes them with a smirk, a wink, and the subtle threat of a well-placed pun. If the internet were a theme park, Jess would be the one who designed the rollercoaster, then rode it backward while juggling flaming bananas. Her byline isn’t just a name—it’s a promise: “You’re about to laugh, learn, and possibly question your life choices.”

She didn’t get to be the queen of tech journalism by playing it safe. No, Jess dives into topics like TikTok’s algorithmic romance detection with the same energy one might use to open a can of beans—forcefully, with a little sweat, and maybe a tiny bit of regret. She’s not afraid to ask, “Wait, *why* did we let a dating app become a love therapist?” or “Is it possible for an AI to be both emotionally intelligent and allergic to human touch?” Her writing has the rhythm of a stand-up set that somehow manages to be both deeply personal and accidentally educational.

Let’s talk about the time she turned the internet’s collective gaze toward *what it means to be bi* on TikTok, and somehow made it feel like a surprise party you didn’t know you were invited to. “TikTok’s algorithms knew I was bi before I did,” she wrote, and honestly? We all know that moment—the one where your phone starts sending you videos of women holding hands in cafés, and you’re like, “Wait, is this a coincidence or am I being gently interrogated by the internet?” Jess didn’t just report on it—she *lived* it, with the grace of someone who’s seen too many TikTok duets and still refuses to panic.

Then there’s the infamous *Harley Quinn and why we all lose when superheroes can’t eat pussy*—a piece so bold it makes your browser’s back button feel guilty. It’s not just about a superhero sex scene gone wrong; it’s about how we expect our heroes to be emotionally available, physically expressive, and emotionally intelligent—yet somehow still get to punch bad guys in the face. Jess holds up the mirror and says, “Hey, Bats, you’re not just a brooding vigilante—you’re a man who can’t find the clitoris even if it’s wearing a sign.” The article is equal parts hilarious, insightful, and slightly terrifying in its accuracy.

And when she’s not dissecting superhero sexuality or analyzing TikTok’s subconscious love diary, Jess is curating *the best new podcasts of 2022*—because clearly, the world needed a list that made you want to cancel your plans, buy noise-canceling headphones, and spend three hours listening to someone talk about the ethics of deepfake weddings. Her taste? Unimpeachable. Her tone? “I’m not here to be your therapist, but I *am* here to tell you about a podcast where a man talks about his emotional journey with a potted plant.”

What makes Jess truly special isn’t just her wit—it’s her ability to make the internet feel less like a chaotic storm and more like a chaotic dinner party where everyone’s wearing pajamas and someone’s passionately arguing about the existential meaning of a GIF. She writes like she’s your best friend who just discovered the internet and now wants to tell you everything—*including* the part where she cried during a YouTube video about a cat learning to use a water fountain.

She’s not just a journalist; she’s a cultural anthropologist with a filter that only allows irony, empathy, and the occasional dad joke. She’s the reason you now know that “the best porn alternatives” list includes a mix of art, consent education, and existential podcasts. She’s the reason you now think twice before typing “why is my crush always on my mind” into Google. She’s the reason the internet feels a little less cold, a little more human.

So if you’re ever feeling lost in the digital wilderness—overwhelmed by algorithmic love confessions, AI relationships, or the sheer *volume* of human emotion packed into 140 characters—remember Jess Joho. She’s the one who turns the chaos into comedy, the trauma into connection, and the mundane into a masterpiece of awkward honesty. She’s not here to fix the internet. She’s here to make it fun. And honestly? That’s enough.