Meerkat finally gave us a Chatroulette without any genitalia. (So far.)
Duck, the Brooklyn-based founder of Catroulette, tells all.
It used to be that Chatroulette was the most depressing place you could possibly spend a holiday.
Even when Steve Kardynal’s makeshift wrecking ball breaks mid-song, he gets back up again.
A change is made to a terms-of-service agreement that probably no one read in the first place.
If you're going to use Chatroulette, mind-reading is a far better game than window-shopping genitalia.