• Sarah Jessica isn't making crappy bargain basement clothes; she's making fashion democracy!

• Obnoxiously loud celebrities and Charlie Sheen embrace 9/11 conspiracy theories.

• "The Diary of Anna Nicole Smith" sells for upwards of $500K. And she couldn't even read good!

• Jared Paul Stern sticks to his revenge guns, elects to sue the entire world over that whole nasty extortion episode.

• The debut of Apple TV makes us unreasonable angry with our Sony Vaio.

• Internet maestro Abbe Diaz launches members-only online club for people who identify as "the help."

Abbe Diaz is a bit rankled, if not pissed. The maitre d'hotel-cum-blogger and author was asked by the New York Post to report on the scene that is Graydon Carter's Waverly Inn for Sunday's "Haute Spots." So glad she was to participate, she eagerly scribbed down the notable names she'd seen (and been seen by). Including the deNiros, Barkins, Wintours, and Perelmans, she also submitted the names of restaurateurs Silvano Marchetto, Giorgio deLuca, Kurt Gutenbrunner, and Sasha Muniak — the West Village neighbors of Graydon's new outpost. But did those foodie names make it into the Post's print? Blogs Abbe:

you know they left out like half the fucking names i mentioned, right. more specifically, they left out the names of the fellow restaurateurs whom i spotted dining there on several different occasions. like for example silvano&marisa-marchetto and giorgio-deluca and kurt-gutenbrunner and sean-macpherson –although they did mention eric-goode and brian-mcnally so figure that shit out– and sasha-muniak and marc-bagutta[who represents Cipriani and was dining with ron-perelman].

now ANYONE in "the industry" who has half a fucking clue can tell you how IMPORTANT it is to extend the utmost courtesy to your fellow colleagues (they "sit immediately" too you fucking morons)– maybe even more so than all these frikkin boldfaced assholes who will in all likeliness drop your establishment like a pregnant scary-spice and probably never patronize again once all the "hype" cools down and nobody gives a shit anymore.

how the fuck do you NOT give props to all the kindly "neighbors" who took the time, energy, and effort to come show their support?! The Post is out of their fucking minds

Funny, 'cause someone once told us that "ANYONE in 'the publishing industry' who has half a fucking clue can tell you how IMPORTANT it is to etend the utmost courtesy" to the people signing your cheques.

We thought anyone who lounged with Andre Balazs, worked at Mercer Kitchen and Spy, and is blog rumored to be dating PR persona Jeremy Piven would have absolutely no problem getting into La Esquina. Come on, that was so last summer anyways.

Apparently not. Scenester/blog goddess Abbe Diaz recounts the true story of her and her friend being turned down at La Esquina's door because "the bar was too crowded." When Diaz offers to call Serge-Becker on her celly, the unimpressed slag at the door shrugs her a "sure, whatever, bitch" type response.

Because she's obviously somebody, SB answers Diaz's call (on a Saturday night, omg!), the blackberry gets passed around to the staff, and she's finally let in, friend in tote.

After much more drama with various bar staffers, Diaz decides to peace out. That's when the dude who turned her down at the door starts laughing in her face:

as i pass through the exit at the top of the stairs, that same doorman with the military hat cackles really loudly at my retreating back ahhahahahah hahahahahaha hahahahahHAHAHAHAHAAAAaaaaaa.
i'm not exaggerating that is not a joke

therefore. the only explanation i can feasibly derive for this outrageous display of audacity
is that serge-becker got on the line and said something to them maybe like: "…whatever.. let her in… just get that stupid asshole out of your face."

So, wait, we are just as confused as Diaz. Is she friends with Serge-Becker? Are we supposed to know who Serge-Becker is? (His name sounds important.) Is laughing at people from across the room now considered inappropriate?

Maybe if we were allowed out of the apartment, we'd have a better grasp on the social happenings of a Manhattan socialites — but blogofights are still funny, even if you have no idea what's going on.

sat 01-28: okay check this out i am completely baffled [PX This]