A Little of the Old In and Out

In: Britney's Second Dance Off. That significant cultural artifact Star Magazine breaks down Britney's almost 1950's greaser ethic of "dancing off " against her romantic rivals. Does everything have to be a fucking music video for Britney? I think between the Mickey Mouse Club and the music superstardom, something cracked in her pretty little head.

Frankly, if I was in competition with Britney, I'd opt for a "Trigonometry off," or maybe even an "American History" off. Something that doesn't involve ass shaking. Britney is the world's heavyweight champion of ass shaking.

Anyhoo:

"The rivalry between Britney Spears and Shar Jackson -- the ex-girlfriend of Brit's fianc� Kevin Federline -- came to a boiling point Aug. 30 at Joseph's nightclub in L.A. when the dueling divas finished the evening with an exhaustive dance-off. It's Brit's second dance-off: The first was in August 2002 with ex-boyfriend Justin Timberlake after she spotted him with then-girlfriend Jenna Dewan."

The Corsair mouths: "It's on like Gray Poupon!"

"An eyewitness tells Star that Shar, 28, became furious after she saw Britney, 22, and Kevin, 26, enter Joseph's shortly after midnight. 'he stormed over to Britney and Kevin's table and started yelling at Britney,' says the onlooker. Another source says, 'Kevin told Shar they should work things out so that they didn't run into each other. She told Kevin, 'I'm not going to rearrange my life just to keep your girlfriend happy!'"

The Corsair softly chuckles by venetian blinds, sipping an Oregonian wine, a three quarter profile showing in silhouette:

"Then Brit and Kevin hit the dance floor, which an eyewitness says seemed to further infuriate Shar. 'When Britney and Kevin started dancing real close, 'says the onlooker, 'it looked like Shar wanted to make Kevin jealous: She went on the dance floor, only four feet away from Britney, and started grabbing guys at random, dancing to hip-hop and grinding against each guy." After 20 minutes, says the eyewitness, Shar 'gave up and left the dance floor since it seemed to be having no effect.'"

Out: Scott Stapp, Creed frontman. The SmokingGun reports:

"A business associate of rock star Scott Stapp, the Creed frontman, claims that the singer failed to reimburse him $60,000 paid to a controversial Beverly Hills doctor known for his unorthodox drug detox treatments. In a lawsuit filed this month in Florida's Orange County Circuit Court, Jeffrey Cameron contends that he paid Dr. David Kipper "for certain medical treatments received" by Stapp during a three-month period in mid-2002. Cameron, who works for Stapp's management company, does not further describe those treatments in his complaint and he declined to provide additional details in a brief TSG interview.

"Kipper, who reportedly has a large celebrity clientele, has come under fire for his drug treatment technique, which has involved patients checking into swanky hotels for detox sessions. Last November, the Medical Board of California charged Kipper with gross negligence and unprofessional conduct for, among other things, overprescribing habit-forming drugs and running an illegal detox program. The state action could result in the revocation of Kipper's medical license. Earlier this year, Ozzy Osbourne filed a complaint with the state board alleging that, during 2002 and 2003, Kipper overprescribed him addictive drugs that left him addled and hooked on powerful antipyschotics and tranquilizers. Osbourne told the Los Angeles Times that Kipper charged him $650,000 for his services."

Oh, come on -- how does one overprescribe Ozzy Osbourne?

In: Isaac Mizrahi. According to British Vogue:

"NO comments as yet from any of the designers who have apparently been short-listed for the Givenchy job. Roland Mouret, Sophia Kokosalaki, Zac Posen and Isaac Mizrahi are all in line to take over where Julien Macdonald left off in February, according to a report in the Milan trade magazine, MFF. Mizrahi, who designs both a couture line and a high street line for Target, from his base in LA, is said to be leading the race."

Good for him.

Out: Lapdogs. The great D. Resin's expert biography of Paris Hilton's dog Tinkerbell notwithstanding, hasn't this little dog thing run its course? I mean, what is there left remaining to say? Don't let the door hit you where the good lord done split ya.

Should the New York Times run a story on how hot lap dogs are, thereby officially ending the trend? When will we finally get closure on this?

Even P Didd got a lap dog named Sophie (comment here or on the VH1 BWE blog). R and B crooner Craig David sums up how we all feel about this, saying to the 3AM Girls, "That small dog thing? That just kills me. It's ridiculous. Even P Diddy's started carrying one round now. What's that all about?"

In: Yo, this is some freaky shit. Lindsayism hipped me to it. It only takes about 4 minutes of your life. Do it.

Out: A Haunted Porn Shop? James St. James visits a haunted porn shop (link via La.com):

" I was busy in a booth watching ONE NIGHT IN PARIS, but I sent Eva and David to check it out. They both confirmed the cold spot and said that it 'felt like you were in an elevator. Your stomach feels funny and you want to scream.'�

Check out the story here.