Oh no! Rupert Murdoch's soft squishy hands are naked and vulnerable! The mogul lost his wedding ring out in Sun Valley, Idaho, Reuters is reporting. Apparently, he was wasted.

Murdoch stumbled out of the Lodge bar on Thursday around midnight, where a ridiculously high-powered assemblage of media and tech moguls got sloshed. Instead of making a bee-line for the exit as most of the guests were doing, Murdoch, married to third wife Wendi Deng, was spotted hunting around the lobby. He told us he had lost his wedding ring.

Where could it be? After the jump, some possibilities.

Yesterday and today, the Times profiled three women in media: Time Out sex columnist and Star talking head Julia Allison, Huffington Post founder and pundit Arianna Huffington, and Bravo and Oxygen president Lauren Zalaznick. Despite differences in their ages and careers, the three of them seem of a type: They're good-looking, ambitious career women with fourth-wave feminist ethoses and a knack for self-promotion. Below, see if you can match the media lady to her Times story.

Let the speculation cease! The Wall Street Journal today reports that Richard Gere has in fact purchased a condo in Julian Schnabel's building — 18,500 square feet of space with double-height ceilings, six-foot tall fireplaces, and earthenware or marble bathtub. And the other day, The Villager reported that Bono bought a penthouse in the big pink building. If this is true, the Palazzo has just usurped the Dakota as the residence for aging baby-boomers in the entertainment industry. In fact, we suggest that the people at VH1 begin crafting a proposal for a reality show posthaste. Just think: long, drunken dinner parties with the Dalai Lama, visits from Trudi and Sting. Bono will get pissed when Julian borrows his leather pants and returns them all stretched out, and every day they'll do yoga around the communal pool —with a hot young instructor that Richard and Bono fight over. Wow. We can already see Julian, shirtless, in downward dog. But hold on: There are two other apartments left in the Palazzo!

Alan Cumming entertained the crowd at Condé Nast Traveler's twentieth-anniversary party last week with a story about how he once missed a flight from New York to London after an interview because, "Dammit, I had sex with the journalist in my hotel room." "No further details were given," said WWD's "Memo Pad," "but let the guessing games begin." Well, alright then! Who did it with Alan Cumming, in a hotel room, possibly in a kilt?