We think of the terrorists as evil foreigners, but is it that simple? Maybe, in some chilling and quite literal sense, the attack on America was an inside job.

Never mind cybersex; the Web gets seriously intimate with Webcams, those teeny computer eyeballs that strip away all pretense and seduce with artlessness.

Thanks to his new tome about the clarifying power of war, journalism's sternest father figure is fashionable once again. But do we really need him to teach us how to grow up?

Men's mags were once for -- and edited by -- men of consequence. Then came the beer-and-babes revolution. Can "Details" make men and magazines matter again?

We always suspected celebrity was a place where all the stars know each other and have dinner together. We were right -- and it's Ingrid Sischy's hometown.

. . . it’s a TV-ready war update spoonfed to hundreds of journalists by the U.S. military! A report from the surreal, over-air-conditioned million-dollar briefing center in the middle of nowhere.

The press keeps pretending that the tumult at the top of the big media conglomerates is just an unfortunate, fleeting chapter. Guess what? It's actually the end of the world as we know it.

Senatorial sexcapades (and rumors thereof) continue to roil impeachment-happy Washington, but the 'Times' refuses to pursue the whole story. Hello, Larry Flynt!

For those who need to know -- and need you to know that they know -- there are two A-list options: dinner with Ed or with Hitch. (Well, be careful with that last one.)

His Rolling Stone is in trouble, but at least he's got Bonnie Fuller working her black magic at Us Weekly. Now all Jann Wenner has to do is find a rock-and-roll Bonnie to save his flagship.