• Like, seriously guys, Lindsay Lohan wants us to take her acting seriously. We told you Linds, have a baby, and we'll see your movie. [ET]

• Did you know Queen Elizabeth and Hugh Hefner are the same age? Too bad she can't have six hot ripply boyfriends. [Vogue]

• Paris Hilton decided to bet her Bentley away in a game of poker. Actually, it was a game of strip poker, but everyone at the table had already seen her naked, so they took the car instead. [Superficial]

• Jamie Foxx knows how to spend money, sing, and most importantly, screw around [3am]

• Because Gem and Barbie weren't dirty enough, we now have The Pussycat Dolls dolls. The perfect gift for that special little 11-year-old whore in your life. [TMZ]

• Rached Sklar thinks being right is more important than being first. To which we say "psha!" [Mediabistro]

Sure, last night might've been the official start to Passover, but in media land, we're not the only ones who miss deadlines. Which is why only today are we getting around to polling various personalities from inside the bubble as to their holiday plans, whether they're more likely to suffer from mother's guilt (and celebrate Passover) or daddy's drinking (and celebrate Easter) — or, like us, both. Let's see who else will be dipping their herbs (in gin) twice.

Jeff Bercovici, Women's Wear Daily
I attended a seder in the west village last night. We had Maxwell House-sponsored haggadahs that seemed to have been translated from Hebrew into Yiddish, then into Russian, German, and finally English, by someone who spoke none of those languages. This morning I had pancakes and pork sausage for breakfast. Take that, Yahweh!

Joe Scarborough, MSNBC
Going to be hosting an Easter egg hunt for my little girl's friends at our home in Pensacola, FL. If it's anything like last year, all the adults will be enjoying adult conversation and beer while I am dressed up like a 6'4" Peter Cottontail, sweating my rabbits' feet off.

Sunday to church and lunch with the family.

Tray Butler, HX
Normally Easter is the weekend of my annual pajama party, which has become a notorious tradition among friends over the years. I’m actually putting the ‘jamas and jelly-bean shots on hold this year for the sake of a more wholesome holiday, heading South to hide Easter eggs for my four-year-old brother. (Yes, there’s a bit of an age gap. Long story.) I’ll also hopefully catch up with a few friends in the ATL, and those kids are crrrazy. I’ll be packing some PJs, just in case.

Jack Shafer, Slate
I worship no deity, including the newly improved Jesus Christ. That means I'm available to break bread wirth anybody who asks me to attend their celebration. I have no invitations in hand, so I'll probably grill something and drink beer on Sunday.

Choire Sicha, New York Observer
Well, I don't know the month of Nisan from a Nissan. I prefer to use any of these less-high Holy Days to sit idly at my desk, IMing with the goyim. After sundown, I'll be playing poker, chain-smoking, and eating pepperoni pizza. Please send someone around on Sunday to roll away the emotional stone that keeps me trapped in my house on weekends.

Jesse Oxfeld, Gawker
I will, as always, be heading to the American Jew's promised land: The New Jersey suburbs. I believe today's Pesach Express leaves Penn Station at 5:20. I should be back in the city by 11 (as I was last night, too), ready to commence Gawking again in the morning. In observance of the holiday, though, I do write while reclining.

After the jump: Post-It Keith Kelly, Times ad man Stuart Elliott, Gawker gal Jessica Coen, Huffington Post's Rachel Skarl, and the NYO's Gabe Sherman.

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• We so bet lawyers blog better than republicans. [WSJ]

• The latest trend in interior design is divorcee revenge decorating. So, you know, mostly skulls, voodoo dolls, pick axes, those types of things. [NYT]

• Who is that Flickr guy and why is he so rad? [Unbeige]

• Somebody told Randy Quaid that Brokeback Mountain was going to be a broke ass movie. And he was stupid enough to believe them. [AP]

• Even better than books about Pam in your butt are books by bloggers which have nothing at all to do with their blogs. [Blogebrity]

• Kim Cattrall starring on Elton John's new TV show? Sounds very Trans-sex And The City. [Star]

• The hipster, emo, ex-NYU kids, whatever, have already killed everything that was ever cool about Williamsburg. Now, they are taking the nabe's last bookstore. [NYT]

• HBO adopts the street kid cluster fuck that is 126 Rivington. We're just glad reality TV missed the Normandy Court phase. [Gawker]

• Jessica Simpson is scheduled to attend the National Republican Congressional Committe gala dinner. Finally, a group of people she'll be able to converse with. [Drudge]

• Jann Wenner's former BFF, Kent Brownridge, is totally dunzo. Jann's now looking for someone to heat up the bottles on "bring your baby to work" day. [NYP]

• Rachel Sklar ups the fem power in Silicon Alley by joining the Huffington Post. [NYO]

A few of you might need to grab some napkins from your office kitchen before reading the tales of a drunk fem-blogger pillow fight at the Byrant Park Hotel.

Seven of NYC's hottest bloggirls got together in their PJ's, all giggly and holding wine glasses, to dish about how pissed they are when editors have no idea who they are.

Puking at Schiller's, running for coffee in a trench coat, and having random people obsessed with you? Just another day in the life of an anorexic girl tied to her lap top.

Whether they blog for their 15 minutes, or just to expunge their neuroses to the world, Rachel Sklar, Jessica Cutler, Brooke Parkhurst, Melissa Lafsky, Mimi Foe, and Heather Hunter spill their blogguts to ring leader Nadine Haobsh.

It turns out to be a pretty fun article, and from what it seems, a happenin' little soiree. It's just so fabulous that these girls can afford to "eat" at Da Silvano, wear DVF, and drink K1 and Starbucks on their blogger/stripper/lawyer/daddy's credit card salaries.

Who knew there was more to a blogger's life than sweatpants and forties?

Blogger Pajama Party [Nadine Haobsh, The Daily]

As Rachel Sklar jumps out of the Fishbowl for a taste of oxygen – and, inexplicably, Greg Lindsay finds himself with the want and the time to fill in – she's taken a detour from her usual tasteful gossip rounds for actual sit downs with some major media players. Frank Rich on showtunes? Love it.

But, by and far, our favorite in Rachel's series of send offs (well, of the two) is with Men's Health editor (and editor's letter photo punching bag) David Zinczenko, for who we hold a special place in our heart (we bought on on eBay) if only for his totally platonic friendship with Dan Abrams, who we're certain refer to each other as "brah." And given Rachel's willingness to slap David with the reality of his book being nearly as gay as Details means we're going to miss her that much more.

Of Nipple and Ripple: Eric Bana, shirts; Adrien Brody, skins. How do you decide which coverboys go topless? Will there ever be topless men on the cover of Best Life? If so, will you send it to me?

Some celebs feel that going shirtless is the right thing for them at that point in their careers–Adrien Brody, for example, was showing off how his hard work made him worthy of heading up an adventure flick [December 2005 issue for King Kong]. Bana [Jan/Feb 2006 for Munich] was in a solemn historical drama, so he didn't want to equate Munich with his abs. As for Best Life, I think [Editor] Steve Perrine and his team have created a very different aesthetic with a very different message, and sell-through is climbing rapidly. So, keep your shirt on.

At the MPA event, Jon Stewart asked: "Why is your magazine so gay?" Everyone howled, because, well, there are hot, shirtless guys on the cover often. Do you think of gay/straight appeal when you're considering content? Is that something you even think about? Since you bill Men's Health as a full lifstyle brand (trifecta: health/career/relationships) how do you address the gay/straight readership?

We're a magazine about health, nutrition, fitness, relationships, fashion, technology, career — last I heard, gay men and straight men were both interested in that kind of info. The reality is, straight or gay, American or European, white or black or Hispanic, men are just a lot more similar than they are different. We all have the same core concerns, dreams, fears, ambitions. As far as the covers are concerned, I dunno. Nobody ever calls Cosmo or Glamour or Shape a lesbian magazine, even though the women on the covers are often exposing a lot of skin. So come on: Why the double standard?

Ya know, Zinczenko's right. We don't call Shape or Self or their like lezzie mags even though they routinely feature fitness models in Lycra, offer sex tips that don't involve men, and use the word "lipstick" far too often for it not to mean "lipstick lesbian." So in honor of Rachel's departure and David's abs, we're gonna do it: Glamour, Cosmopolitan, Shape, Self, Elle, Harper's Bazaar, Redbook, O, Jane, and Vanidades: You're all big dykes.

Whew. We feel much better.

David Zinczenko is Living His Best Life (or, Of Edit, Abs and Ice Cream) [FisbowlNY]

• You may be able to catch her lunching at Michaels, but today is your last chance for Rachel Sklar's Canadianist take on the incestuous world of New York media. [Fishbowl, NY]

• No way, that little James Frey story increased traffic to The Smoking Gun? We would have never guessed that in a million little obvious years. [Media Week]

• Spin it right round baby — the little music mag that is still trying to say it could may be getting a home. [WWD]

• Don’t worry New York Times, nobody really expects you to understand the ancient Chinese art of getting names right. [NYO]

• While we were out avoiding the reality that George W. Bush is still our president, some of the real journalists were actually paying attention. [Slate]

• News people behind the camera are just as important as those we see (despite what you may think based on the media coverage of Bob Woodruff's cameraman.) Jossip remembers Arthur Bloom, the director of 60 Minutes who died of cancer yesterday in his home upstate. [NY1]

• When Ariana Huffington’s not doing yoga, she takes boxing lessons in prep for her face to face with Tim Russert. [HuffPo]

• Well, New York magazine's re-designed website is supposed to launch today, but all we can see is the issue from two weeks ago — this is majorly phunking with our Monday round-up of the mag. [Media Week]

• However, the new Village Voice seems to have gotten their re-launch working just fine. [Gawker]

• Rachel Sklar goes one-on-one with Frank Rich. Oh, we so bet she has a TimesSelect account. [Fishbowl NY]

• The staffers over at The Onion long for the old days on the fat farms of Wisconsin, before sushi and walking Nicole Richied all their reporters. [NYT]

• Jonathan Rhys-Meyers wants to ride the F train with Teri Hatcher. So. Gross. [I don't like you in that way]

• ABC coughed up a brilliant explanation for canceling Emily's Reasons Why Not. Uh, basically, cuz it sucked. [Star]

• Rachel Sklar joins the wonderful world of freelance. We will so miss having her stalk us while we're trying to have lunch! [NYO]

• Please no. Buttafuoco reality TV is the lowest form of life we could ever possibly reach as human beings. [MSNBC]

• Colin Farrell can't possibly be blamed for making a sex tape with his girlfriend. The whole thing was obviously Nicole Narain's idea. Especially because the entire video was filmed by him, about him. If you know what we mean. [AP via MSNBC]

• Haute Living’s cut and paste job can't get past those eagle-eyed Observers. [The Real Estate]