What a whirlwind o’ activity in the bloggy netherlands. Here are some highlights from today:
Scanner Emily’s open letter to Ashley Alexandra Dupre (let her write your book, girl!).
[see also: the Ashley Alexandra Dupre Girls Gone Wild video]
Scanner Brian hates himself for loving you, Slut Machine.
Amy Winehouse gets naked, for real, for a good cause.
We’re just waiting to see what charities Heather Mills, nee McCartney, will be endowing. Besides her own closet.
Recession special: what businesses can learn from porn (and maybe Burt Reynolds).
Name those gnarly celebrity toes (for once: not Britney Spears’!).
Michael Stipe: officially gay. (Me: officially mourning the end of my fifth-grade-era dream of one day becoming Mrs. Michael Stipe. It’s the end of the world as I know it.)
Hot or Not? Madonna’s Hard Candy.
Babeland Staff: The MacGyvers of dildos?
And (surprise?) W.H. Auden was one dirty mothersucker.
Screengrab brings us the Indie box-office roundup (Snow Angels takes flight); Regal Cinemas to allow trailers with fart jokes; we’re still mourning Anthony Minghella; is 10,000 B.C. director Roland Emmerich’s mom is his harshest critic?; and (yes! yes! yes!) the new Street Fighter movie has been cast.