Another day, another whirlwind of glamorous celebrities, hand-sewn couture gowns and fabulous insider crowds, who have nary a hair out of place notwithstanding the sub-zero temperatures.

At the Chaiken show, we were particularly in awe of those malnutritioned souls in the front row, clad only in thin, not-at-all-warm cotton t-shirts, black miniskirts and lacy thigh highs. 'They look fantastic!' we thought to ourselves, as we shivered in our gigantic, hideous, brown shearling coat that somewhat resembles a gigantic, hideous, brown llama.

And that's from the few shows we were privileged enough to snag an invite to sneak inside. Indeed, we've been reading up on all this bloggers are being treated like royalty crap, and have decided it's time to set the record straight.

Here's one of those SAT inspired analogies to help dispel any rumors about our status at the Bryant Park Tents:

VOGUE EDITORS AT FASHION WEEK : Brangelina :: Jossip editors at Fashion Week: Kathy Griffin.**

However, we don't mind being relegated to Siberia. In fact, we rather take it as a compliment. After all, we're not exactly alone in our exclusionary status. In addition to boycotting Jossip this year, Carolina Herrera also took a firm stand against The New York Times. And we can hardly feel disappointment at being excluded among such fine company.

Yesterday, though, we thought we'd finally hit the big time. An invitation to attend the Daily Suite, and receive a private massage at the oh-so-exclusive Cygalle Healing Spa at the Night Hotel! We were promised celebrities galore, and went in expecting to hobnob with the likes of Carmen Electra, the Donald and the dumb one from The Hills.

Sadly, however, the massage was over in minutes, our "gift bag" was mainly comprised of a free supply of diet pills and the closest thing we saw to a red-blooded celeb was Miss J. (the he/she from America's Next Top Model) getting his/her nails manicured.

However, there's something weirdly satisfying in being this-close to Nigel Barker, seated behind that weird bearded guy who talked to himself on Project Runway and standing in line next to a girl whose roommate's cousin is "acquaintances" with Beth Ostrosky.

And as Day 5 of Fashion Week gradually comes to an end, we realize we have a newfound respect for that red-headed terror, Kathy Griffin, and find ourselves wondering if life truly does get better than this.

**NOTE: We also would have accepted "social pariahs," "uninvited' "L.I.P. (Least Important Persons)" and "Carrot Top."