Ok, we know we didn't bring you a full round-up last week, but we just couldn't bypass a full exposé on Caleb McLoud, the non-hipster who lives in Williamsburg and listens to Interpol.

This week's issue of New York brings us more pathetic New Yorkers. These middle aged "grups" force their poor toddlers to listen to Sufjan Stevens (ok fine, Sufjan's kind of cool) while wearing low-slug Sevens. Our parents may have put us on the floor while they listened to Ricky Lee Jones and Bob Dylan, but their pants came up their belly buttons.

A look back on what it was like smoking in restaurants, the death of Paris Hilton, and Mick Jagger's hunt for the next gal he could sleep with and steal their eyeliner, New York reminds us all that "being cool" only works if everyone else isn't doing the exact same thing.

• Those stroller pushing 30 something scruff bags finally get their day in the sun. We get that these fogies are losers, but must the Death Cab for Cutie listening, iPod toting, converse wearing, snowboarding Park Slopers be compared to the city's 22 year olds? [Up With Grups , Adam Sternbergh]

• On a scale of one to ten, Kurt Andersen's celeb obsession is about a six. And we're at about a 9.5 and we don't know who Julie Delpy is either. [Celebrity Death Watch, Kurt Andersen]

• News Flash: Despite the fact that New Yorkers can no longer smoke in restaurants, people are still eating in them. [