A Little of the Old In and Out



In: Stuck to ODB. I can think of several things off hand that have stick to Old Dirty Bastard, namely, welfare check fraud, a bad reputation, and 11 kids by as many different women, but Scott Stereogum tells us:

"On September 14, Spike TV and Ol Dirty Bastard will premiere what sounds like the greatest show ever. Stuck To ODB challenges a normal individual to stay within 10 feet of the rapper for five full days. Should this person achieve the daunting task, he or she will win $25,000."

I think I'll be having a stuck to odb party at Casa Mwangaguhunga. So best. Obvs.

Out: Mary-Kate. Not a good week, all told, I'm afraid for our favorite Olsen. As Defamer sums up:

"Today's Page Six offers a fascinating update on the love lives of Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen. Ashley (still awaiting her hard time in Utah rehab) has snagged 30-year-old promoter/restaurateur/former Anne Hathaway paramour Scott Sartiano. Obviously, the guy has earned his celeb-despoiling merit badge. Meanwhile Mary-Kate, her once bright, animated-chipmunk-quality eyes now tainted by the thousand-yard Cirque Lodge stare, can do no better than cozying up to some Sartiano associate named 'Ollie' while love-moglet David Katzenberg is up in Boston for school."

And if it isn't bad enough that the mysterious 'Ollie,' her boytoy, is sloppy seconds at best, this Gawker Stalker report puts the final nail in the coffin, "Mary Kate Olsen seen leaving daily afternoon NA meetings on the NYU campus, looking like 'wretched shit' and 'crap.' I'm not in the program. I don't have to be anonymous!" Harshness.

In: Clubbing. Prince William -- the cool one -- went clubbing rather than attend an the publication of the zillionth morbid new book about his late mother, according to The Mirror:

"PRINCE William snubbed the launch of a book about his mum Princess Diana to go nightclubbing with friends.

"The 22-year-old set off for the venue while Diana's associates gathered to pay tribute to her just a few miles away.

"Instead of listening to a moving speech by his mother's closest friend Lucia Flecha de Lima, the prince was preparing for his night of reveling at Boujis.

"Those close to Diana branded the snub 'disappointing.'"

Party hard, Wills.

Out: Governor George Pataki. If there were any doubts as to who would be the beneficiary of 2008 Republican love after the speechifying at the convention there are none now. Giuliani electrified the crowds, and Pataki did not. This Page Six item only underscores the falling star of Pataki:

"Gov. Pataki invited 800 GOP backers Monday night to Tupelo Grill, right across from Madison Square Garden, to eat, drink and get merry while watching Rudy Giuliani's speech. 'Only 50 people showed up,' said our informant. 'But the gov didn't exactly lose his appetite. Instead of savoring the mini-quiche made especially for the occasion, he demanded a cheeseburger with all the fixings.'"

A Challenge Hillary for the Senate in 2006 burger would really jazz up your political prospects, though, Georgie, and keep you relevant to the political narrative.

The Corsair predicts that Pataki will challenge Hill.

In: Rally for Peace and Justice. I got an email from the very cool Peter Stimson about KKK-Neo Aryan activity in Valley Forge, PA, which is kind of scary, as that sort of thing is usually relegated to places like Smokey Mountains in Georgia or in the wilds of Idaho, or some such godawful place where moonshine is purveyed and everybody "whittles" and fucks their cousins for leisure.

On Saturday, September 25th, there will be a counter rally, info here. So, if you're down that way and want to help the encroaching hate from encroaching upon the Eastern seaboard, check out the info. Thanks, Peter.

Out: The GQ/Alexander McQueen Party at Barney's. It looks like most of Editorial at GQ as well as Alexaner McQueen himself didn't show up for a party in his honor held at Barney's to celebrate the debut of his new menswear collection. So what's the point of the party then? Ad sales, I guess. According to Fashionweekdaily:

"While many of the GQ editors were traveling, either on vacation or at various trade shows, the magazine?s staff was certainly represented. The magazine?s associate publisher, Michael Wolfe, executive director of creative services, Pamela Norwood, advertising director, Marcy Bloom and credit and location coordinator Nanette Bruhn were just a few of the several dozen guests that ventured out despite the high-security measures placed in and around the city. Wolfe admitted that he didn?t own any McQueen in his own wardrobe. 'Not yet, but soon,' Bloom quickly added. McQueen, who appeared in a six-page feature in the magazine, unfortunately wasn?t in attendance, to the dismay of some attendees hoping to meet the designer. (Barney's Creative Director Simon) Doonan, just back from a jaunt in Italy, agreed saying he was sad that McQueen himself wasn?t in attendance. 'You?ll notice that he isn?t here,' the Barneys creative director said. 'He must be at the Republican National Convention.'"

In: The Madonna-Manolo Blahnik Feud. According to British Vogue:

"Madonna is refusing to wear any shoes by Manolo Blahnik after the designer made derogatory comments about her acting abilities. Poor Madge will be suffering for her principles: she once said wearing them was better than sex."

Out: Jermaine Dupri. Look, I'm not hating on a midget's game, but come correct. Jermaine, you do not go to strip clubs to "break a new record," like you told Daily Dish (Item 7):

"Jermaine Dupri's relationship with Janet Jackson hasn't stopped one thing -- he's still hooked on going to strip clubs.

"Furthermore, the music producer and manager insists he has the superstar's full consent, and he often takes her with him.

"Dupri says, 'I go to strip clubs to have a good time and break my records, not to mess with the girls.

"'If the dancers shake to my record 10 times that night, I know I have a hit. I even took Janet to Magic City once, just so she could see where I go.'"

Magic City?

In: According to the Village Voice's Strip Club Waitress Blogger -- whom I have a mad crush on -- Some people just smell like Republicans. And, what's that smell? Money?