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When people reveal a horrible secret, it's with the tender hope that the world will grant them absolution by telling them they had nothing to be ashamed of in the first place. Giving you the power to deny them that, MyHorribleSecret.com.

An unabashedly wicked site from the world's second largest concentration of Jews (Zion), MHS spotlights atrociously forthright avowals of user-submitted guilt (like PostSecret, without the sweet catharsis of stamp buying). So far, admissions range from childhood misogyny ("I tried to punch a girl in the face in 6th grade, but I accidentally punched her boob"), to adult mom-sogyny ["I 'cooked' (my girlfriend) a multi-course veal dinner...She was so impressed and ended up sleeping with me that night. My mom cooked the dinner I can't even make rice."], to stuff that's really not shameful at all ("i like to pretend that my stream of pee is a super powerful laser beam, and that the bubbles in the toilet are ships for me to destroy."). Because schadenfreude's the best, users can vote in their solidarity ("I'm just like you") or, infinitely more enjoyably, slam the door shut on the poster ever being able to truly love himself again ("Wow, you're messed up").

You can of course engage in some conscience-clearing of your own, plus choose to be notified when someone weighs in on it -- to stock up on "I'm just like you" votes, just admit that you spend hours every day reading up on other peoples' sordid episodes of Horrible.