The only tried and true PR strategy is to literally never say anything, ever, to anyone. Short of that, another good rule is to not post a list of "myths" to "debunk" about your "company" because it really makes you look "scared."

In past six weeks former Facebook mafioso Dave Morin has changed his Twitter bio at least three times. Three versions of his mini memoir—"Small town guy," "Small town guy from Montana," and "Entrepreneur & Investor"—omitted any mention of Path, the struggling social networking startup that has raised $77 million in funding.

Jack Dorsey was once a punk. He played in bands, his hair was a loose mess, he had *a tattoo*, and his website was littered in cuss-laden poetry. But then he traded his nose ring for Dior glasses, co-founded Twitter and Square, and amassed a fortune that affords him $10 million seaside homes.

I understand why Town & Country shoehorned three techies into their "Sexiest Bachelors 2014" list. If coders are the new bankers, and bankers were the new imperial vassal lords (or something), it fits. To a regressive glossy, powerful parvenues are the best bachelors—but try not picking the creepiest in Startupland.

Jack Dorsey, Twitter co-founder and internet poet laureate, has officially been high off the fumes of his own shit for too long. Today he took the stage at the National Retail Federation expo in New York, and preached nutso visions about sales receipts.

Jack Dorsey is now on the board of Disney.

Twitter’s IPO filing lifted the veil on all manner of investors who wished to keep their good fortune out of the public eye, like secretive Hollywood investor Suhail Rizvi. A new lawsuit from a Brooklyn dad revealed another: his ex-wife, two degrees removed from Jack Dorsey.

On the night before Twitter's IPO, Jack Dorsey proves, once again, how much he loves getting press.

Soon, 36-year-old Jack Dorsey will be the chairman of a publicly traded Twitter, and worth hundreds of millions of dollars. A decade prior, before screwing his friends and changing the internet, he was JakDaemon: a moody young man in St. Louis, desperate to share his beauty with the world. Here's his archive.

Much like Facebook's origin story, Twitter's is fraught with backstabbing, ego, and cinematic headbutting. The first excerpt from New York Times reporter Nick Bilton's undressing of Twitter is here, and reveals a company that sort of hates itself—and the diabolical vanity of co-founder Jack Dorsey.

Actress and mobile payments startup advisor Alyssa Milano wrote a comic book inspired by the secret life of Jack Dorsey. It's called "Hacktivist," so don't get your yacht hopes up.

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Jack Dorsey recycles, at least when it comes to his dating life. The serial minimalist recently RT'd a picture of himself on a date in Tokyo with Kate Greer, a former intern of Julia Allison, who previously accompanied Dorsey to red carpet events in NYC, years before he was caught starboard modelizing in St. Barts.

Square's selfie auteur Jack Dorsey just unveiled a new cash register stand that ought to be very helpful for tech-savvy small business people. But what's essentially a plastic case for an iPad was enough to draw a crowd SF tech reporters at 8 am.

Jack Dorsey, condemned to a perpetual state of selfie for crimes in a past life, is starting to straight up frighten us. Is staring blankly into a camera every day the best way to get people to use your app?

Vine, previously known for ruining every medium of visual art, has reached new heights: an infinitely looping vision of its king, Jack Dorsey. Vanity has never looked so good—and this might be what actually makes Vine more than a niche novelty.

Just like we'd have trouble going back to silent films and burning the dead to stay warm during winter, Dashing Microblogger King Jack Dorsey can't deal with the primitive ways anymore: Vine is so good, he says, all other visual media are boring.