• MTV's exec president describes Tila Tequila's trashtastic new dating show as "a roller-coaster ride of drama, conflict and emotion, busting stereotypes and challenging the norm." When asked for comment, an irate Justin Timberlake responds, "Play a video!"
• Meanwhile, JT finally gets recognized for being kind of a dick.
• Also, Justin reportedly celebrated his "Best Male Artist" pickup by banging Rihanna, much to the disappointment of Jessica Biel's disproportionately large ass.
• Meanwhile, Britney celebrates her short-lived VMA's "comeback" by showing everyone her hairless vagina.
• Dame Anita Roddick, the founder of The Body Shop, dies, leaves behind a lasting legacy of crappy kiwi-strawberry flavored lip balm and overpriced mango bodywash.
• Which cast member of The Fashionista Diaries always makes it a point to be "articulate and cassy?" (Hint: It's not Bridget.)
On a beautiful day such as today, there's nothing quite like sitting in your tiny claustrophobic cubicle and contemplating all the wonderful things you'd be doing if you could enjoy the great outdoors.
Perhaps you'd take a fictional stroll through Central Park, buy some sort of processed meat-on-a-stick product from an (overly) friendly hot dog vendor and watch appreciatively as the throngs of little children (who are cute and, best of all, not yours!) proceed to thoroughly molest the Alice and Wonderland statue.
Or maybe you'd take in a matinee show at your local movie theater, where you'd sit back, relax and enjoy two hours of overly air conditioned escapist fun while the other theater-goers (mostly nannies) watch you binge on Raisonettes and try to figure out whether you're a Columbia student, unemployed person or simply a pedophile.
Have you ever been blatantly surfing the net (does anyone besides Al Gore even say that, anymore?) and blatantly procrastinating from doing work when suddenly you inadvertently stumbled across a virtual stroke of genius?
Well, that's exactly how we felt earlier today about this "sighting" of socialite unemployed rich person Kristian Laliberte, which we enjoyed almost as much as the Post's blurb on Laliberte the other week, appropriately titled "TAKE MY PHOTO, PLEASE."
"Speaking of Gidget — I mean Bridget," writes Club Planet [Ed: referring to bitchy one on The Fashionista Diaries who speaks in the annoyingly...slow...voice] "I saw her partner-in-crime Monsieur Laliberte in full effete (he had a coral sweater draped around his shoulders) at the Hugo Boss/Interview Magazine rooftop screening and cocktail party."
After Conde Nast's Jane magazine folded, the execs at Disney's The Fashionista Diaries had to figure out what to do about the low-level assistants they placed at the magazine that were to be featured in the show. Luckily, there's Hearst's CosmoGIRL! to pick up the slack. The two assistants who were at Jane will be moved to Sue Schulz's camp, while the series promises to cover the shuttering of Brandon Holley's title.
And if all of this puts you in a terribly excited mood, good news! The Fashionista Diaries is throwing a party tomorrow. Paging anyone whose job description puts them below "assistant!"
(Meanwhile: As you might have noticed, The Fashionista Diaries is advertising on Jossip. Our editorial coverage of the show, to be sure, has nothing to do with the fact that they give us money.)
