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In a scene ultimately cut from Pulp Fiction, Uma Thurman’s character made a surprisingly lucid declaration:

“Beatles people can like Elvis. And Elvis people can like the Beatles. But nobody likes them both equally. Somewhere you have to make a choice. And that choice tells me who you are.”

I feel similarly about one’s preference towards newscasters. Some people are Anderson Cooper people, and some people are Shepard Smith people. Even though it’s an established fact that Shep could totally kick Anderson’s ass, the intensity of Anderson’s gaze is completely irresistable to yours truly.

Moderation certainly is key as a newscaster groupie, but such restraint isn’t something that Tanya Paulin specializes as a bona fide Anderson Cooper’s devotee. His face is tattooed on her left calf.

“Paulin says Cooper is ‘obviously nice to look at, he’s serious when he does the news and you can tell it’s emotionally hitting him. He’s not just telling you the story, he’s feeling the story.”‘

According to Paulin, when Anderson learned of her permanent tribute to him, “he sent her a message saying he was honored.” After which, he immediately hauled his gay ass to the courthouse and acquired a restraining order against the insane bitch.

Source: Gawker

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Despite a failed attempt to destroy the Denton empire, George Clooney now forges on to kick the paparazzi to the proverbial curb. Never mind that these photogs generally hang out in the gutters and curbs waiting for their prey, but let us not question George’s rationale as discussed in the October 10th edition of Vanity Fair:

“Here is my theory on debunking photographs in magazines, you know, the paparazzi photographs. I want to spend every single night for three months going out with a different famous actress. You know, Halle Berry one night, Salma Hayek the next, and then walk on the beach holding hands with Leonardo DiCaprio.

“People would still buy the magazines, they’d still buy the pictures, but they would always go, ‘I don’t know if these guys were putting us on or not.’”

Great plan, George. Yet we must uncover the gravaman of the statement. What you really want is to end up with Leonardo in the end. As to dating a different woman every night, the plan displays a certain amount of chutzpah, but not quite enough to make up for the overriding lacks of originality. We do certainly applaud you for the vain attempt to appeal to the proletariat, since it’s every man’s dream to suddenly awaken to an endless supply of willing women.

Good luck with that plan, buddy, because you’re not getting any younger. Tick tock, tick tock! Oh, and one more thing:

See also: George Clooney Hates The Internet

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Giorgio Armani guest-designed for the latest issue of The Independent. Not surprisingly, Armani chose to use Kate Moss for the cover of the magazine. Kate appears to have rolled around in the gutter a bit with Dirty Doherty in preparation for the cover stint. In all seriousness, she’s supposed to represent Africa or something. Like hell she does.

Source: Gawker

UPDATE 9/22: One pissed off columnist at The Guardian declares the magazine cover a “cheap trick.”

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Yesterday was National Underwear day and nobody told me about it Not Agent Bedhead, Not Mister Atoz and not you dear reader.

If’n it weren’t for Nick Denton’s Gawker providing us with a bit of video you’d all be subjected to numerous posting of Margaret Cho naked and pudding wresting with a snake. Be thankful dear readers, very thankful.

Regretfully the video is 100% safe for work.

We’ll have to work on a the budget so we can live blog it next year.