"People at the 'Post' have recently been posing a lot a questions about the Hearst Corporation and the recent market crash," she tells us after she quit "Page Six Magazine," alleging that her editors inserted anti-Hearst propaganda into her column.
We'll admit it, we spent most of yesterday thinking about the Oscars. We tried to do our other normal Sunday things (hating the people in Page Six Magazine, hating the people in the New York Times wedding pages, hating Chris Matthews for having that voice so early in the morning), but most of the day was really devoted to looking forward to seeing George Clooney in a tux. And when Ralph Nader announced that he was running for president again, it was a small blip on our mental radar. (Come on, in competition with imagining what it would be like to be George's human cummerbund, it didn't stand much of a chance.) So this morning we decided to look online to see what other, less absurd members of the media, thought about the news. And it didn't take much digging to discover the general, um, sentiment. An assortment of news headlines:
• Nader, spoiling for a fight, says he'll run yet again. [LA Times]
• Spoilin' for a Prez Run, Says Nader [NYDN]
• Nader's back, spoiling for another White House fight [AFP
• Nader enters race, rejecting label of potential 'spoiler' [Boston Globe]
• Ron Paul: Spoiler? [U.S. News & World Report]
This is going to be fun, isn't it?
The cast of Spring Awakening likes watching the parody video "Celine Dion Is Fucking Amazing" before taking the stage. Jamie Johnson'sThe One Percent, the second movie he's made about rich Upper East Siders, premieres tonight. Alice + Olive designer Stacey Bendet got engaged to Eric Eisner, son of former Disney chief Michael Eisner. Entertainment Weekly canceled its annual Oscar-night viewing party at Elaine's. Mary-Kate Olsen hung out with pals at old standby the Bowery Hotel on Friday.
Say what you will, but Page Six Magazine has got the yuppies-take-drugs beat locked. Each week brings a new story of a group of professionals who look just like everybody else — only they're high. Best of all, the drugs in question often correspond rather awesomely to the professions of the people interviewed. For instance, back in October, we found in the Pages of Six that bloggers and publishing slackers smoke pot. Last week, they told us that many graphic designers and lawyers take cocktails of Adderall and Wellbutrin. And this week, we learn that snorting coke off your baby is no longer just the purview of prosties. In fact, "all those moms and dads you see at the playground" are actually coke fiends the likes of which haven't been seen since Studio 54! Only much, much less fabulous. Take Gregory, who did lines with another father in the bathroom of a Thai restaurant — with their infant children in the room. "After I did a line, I fed him one off my fist while he still had his kid in the sling. There was like, coke dust in the air over this baby's head. Then we picked up the food and took the kids back home." To which professional field do the cokeheads belong? Well, let's see: There's a publicist, a fashion marketing person, a publicist, and an advertising creative. Yeah. You've got to love it when people live up to their stereotypes.
24 Hour Party Parents [NYP, print only]
We've been following the action behind the search for a writer of Page Six the Magazine's "Six in the City" column for a couple of months, and were interested to see their final choice of scribe was Faran Krentcil, writer of the Fashionista.com blog. Faran has been running around fashion parties for years now, ever since she started working at Fashion Week Daily, and we've always suspected she had a little something of a Carrie Bradshaw complex. And lo and behold, witness her introductory column:
The problem with clichés is they're usually true. Case in point: Me, the blonde, curly-haired girl writing tales of my "fabulous" life. You know what to expect – I breakfast at Tiffany's sans carbs, I meet devils in Prada, and then I report back to you. Except, of course, it's not that easy. Celebrities aren't just like us. And socialites are sometimes just girls who get high in high heels. But there's some gorgeousness, too, the kind that makes you live in NYC in the first place. It's my job to find it and serve it up to you.
Oh dear. You can just hear Sarah Jessica Parker's voice slowly reading that out loud, straining to make it sound wise, or at least world-weary. (Disclosure, Krentcil has contributed to nymag.com's Best Bets feature.) Since the column isn't available online, we've reproduced the rest of it for you after the jump. It only gets punnier.