First things first: Jacob extends a half-hearted apology to the dude Angela Rasmussen (C'GS) screwed figuratively but not literally. Ryan, you might be a totally cool guy; or, you might suck. We really have no idea, because we recently discovered that Angela is batshit crazy.

But at least her blog is fun!

In an email sent yesterday, Razzy thanks us for posting about her and notes,

Just one thing, though.  I HATE that picture of me. ... I would simply like to humbly propose some alternatives.  They are equally ridiculous and certainly don't qualify as a glamour shot, but I don't wince every time I look at one of them like my lab photo.  Considering I'm totally in love with myself, that says a LOT.

And then she attaches five pictures of herself, three of which feature nudity. Um, hello, strange woman who posts topless pictures of herself on her blog and claims "most men are intimidated by me." Are you aware that embarrassing nudie pics are usually sent to us by the crazed member of a relationship, not the one claiming righteous indignation? And girl, if there is anything worse than a puple wig, it's a matching purple mini-toga that reveals your entire right breast. And if there's anything worse than that? It's taking a picture of the ensemble, then emailing it to us.

After the jump: Razzy's five preferred photos and all the rest of the crazy that Jacob somehow missed, probably because he is a man, and for some reason men don't catch these things until way too late, like when they are lying naked in bed with one and suddenly realize, oh shit. I can't go down on this girl. She is crazy.

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Looks like our frienemy Lena Chen isn't the only one with ex-boyfriend grad student stalker issues. We now bring you the sad saga of Angela Rasmussen, a Columbia GS, who, in her words, is "tired of Columbia dicking me around and telling me they're going to handle it, when it has come to my attention that my department's administrators have been lying to us both to avoid creating a big scene."

Basically, on her blog, Angela called out a certain Ryan "for refusing to perform oral sex on her and demanding it for himself nevertheless, insisting his "culture" forbade his going down on her. Saying he went apeshit is a bit of an understatement. Here's Angie's account of the story.

We went to my hotel room and proceeded to strip down, when things went awry. Since we didn't buy any condoms, he refused to have sex with me. I was like, "No problem, we can do other things."

He responded that on account of his being Jamaican, he doesn't "do that." When I established that "that" referred to performing cunnilingus, I informed him that he wasn't getting a free blow job from me. Actually, I don't think I specifically said that, but I somehow put the brakes on our hooking up. I am not stingy with the fellatio, but in the words of the inimitable Robert Sylvester Kelly, "I ain't goin' down on you if you ain't goin' down on me." Blow jobs are challenging! They really hurt your jaw and you don't know the meaning of "epic struggle" until you've had one with your own gag reflex. Giving a solid blow job is hard work, and I don't just hand them out to any asshole who wants one, especially someone I might never see again who I don't know and don't really care to impress.

After reading the post, Ryan - who at this point hadn't been called out by name - went nuts.

Several days later, Ryan apparently decided to check out my website, and discovered the entry. He marched right into my lab's tissue culture room to unleash hell. One minute I was loading mouse cells into a MACS column in the hood, and the next, Ryan was inches from me screaming, "YOU FUCKING CUNT! HOW DARE YOU SMEAR MY NAME? YOU WHORE, YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH MY CAREER!"

Ryand then posted an insane, insane diatribe on Razzy's blog. Angela then tried to get the Columbia administration to intervene, but to little avail.

After the jump: Ryan's JUICY response.

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