A Little of the Old In and Out



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In: Brad Pitt, Recovering. Glad to hear, via Defamer, that young Zahara's new "Braddy" is recovering nicely from his bout of viral meningitis. Let this be a lesson to him. The first rule of "Angelina Jolie Hott Monkey Sex Club" is: take a robust multivitamin and several bottles of mineral water.



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Out: Kimberly Stewart's Breasts. The Corsair, like his magnificent blog wife, cannot quite grasp why Kimberly Stewart is famous. This little chestnut -- excuse the pun -- throws us even further into confusion. According to the 3AM Girls:

"JACK Osbourne's taste in interior decor is a little too er.. personal to be stocked by the supermarket his mum Sharon so convincingly plugs.

"Gracing the teen's wall is a beautifully-framed pair of breast implants that Rod Stewart's daughter Kimberly recently had removed.

"And Kimberly even obliged Jack by signing them for him.

"Kimberly, 25, who says she had her boob job reversed over health fears, confessed: 'I gave Jack my implants and signed them. He framed them and put them on his wall which is where they are today.'"



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In: "Fresh Lust." There was something very "je ne sais quoi" about the moment of the electric flashbulbs and aggro-White House Press Corps questioning of Scott McClellan. It was more than just "intensity." Way more. It was, for lack of a better term, "fresh lust" (link via Poynter). An invisible line was crossed by the embattled 4th estate and -- historians of the future may look back and say: journalism evolved into something ... greater. First "Deep Throat," now RoveGate. There hasn't been a better time to be a media navel gazer in recent history. Trust The Corsair's Geminian Sixth Media Sense on this: something subtle happened at that McClellan conference. We just don't know what yet.



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Out: Michigan. Already the overwrought evangelical generals are drawing up the battlefield lines (in the form of the crucifix?), hoping, praying to hinder the electoral emergence of a reasonable centrist candidate. Heaven forefend that should happen. The uber-conservative wing of the crucial Michigan Republican Party are anticipating and duly attempting to cockblock Senator McCain's 2008 ambitions. Charmed, I'm sure. According to Thehill:

"Michigan Republicans want to bar Democrats and independents from the GOP�?s 2008 presidential primary �? a step that would present a major hurdle for Sen. John McCain (R-Ariz.), should he decide to run for the White House in 2008.

"In 2000, McCain�?s campaign against then-Gov. George W. Bush gained momentum after he won the Michigan primary by appealing to voters outside the GOP. Should McCain run, Michigan would be a critical component of his strategy to win the Republican presidential nomination.

"That strategy, as described by Marshall Wittmann, a former spokesman for McCain�?s presidential campaign, entails winning 'Northern and Western tier' states to compensate for losses in more conservative bastions in Iowa and the South.

"Limiting participation in the Michigan GOP primary would almost certainly compromise McCain�?s plans. In 2000, Bush won 66 percent of the Republican vote, compared to 29 percent for McCain, according to an exit poll conducted by CNN. By contrast, 82 percent of the Democrats who voted in the primary backed McCain, versus 10 percent for Bush."

Swell.



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In: Lee Rosenbaum. Former Talk Magazine publisher Lee Rosenbaum has some interesting things to say about his old haunt, according to Medialife Magazine:

"Someday someone will write a book about Talk, and I am certain that it will be as fascinating to read as it was to be a part of it every day for three years. No one thing killed Talk, just as no one person made it the story that it became. Suffice it to say, however, that never before and probably never again will I have the opportunity to work with and observe such an amazing cavalcade of great minds, colorful personalities, tremendous egos and talented spin doctors as I did with Harvey Weinstein, Tina Brown, Ron Galotti, Maer Roshan and Cathie Black. That's a lot of power at the top for any one magazine.

"Any number of things made the Talk proposition nearly impossible to pull off. First you had Hearst and Miramax as partners, just about the strangest corporate bedfellows you could ever imagine.

"Then you had a publicity buildup to the first issue that was unparalleled. You had a launch party at the Statue of Liberty that was completely off the hook. The star power and global press coverage set the bar so high that no launch could ever stand up to that kind of scrutiny and judgment."



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Out: Samukeliso Sithole. Africa, or A-FREAK-a? You'd better sit your ass down for this one. Smoke 'em if you got em. According to Reuters:

"A Zimbabwean court has jailed a man masquerading as a female athlete, court officials said on Thursday.

"Samukeliso Sithole -- a triple jumper and runner who competed as a woman at several international sports events -- was convicted on charges of impersonation and offending the dignity of a woman athlete who undressed in his presence, unaware he was a man."

And, for those of you who read French and want to pursue this story, there's the amusing "De quel sexe est Samukeliso Sithole?"



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In: Ultragrrrl. Sarah Lewitinn must be a Sagitarrius, because, like, her alter ego Ultragrrrl has, without question, the most incredible luck The Corsair has ever encountered. More power to her, though, we say, mostly because she seems entirely devoid of negativity and we like the pictures of baby animals she used to run on her blog. Too cute. In her Gothamist Interview (link via lindsaysim), we learn that: a) Her first concert experience was with her "mom to see Julio Iglesias when I was 10 'cause my dad decided at the last minute that he didn't want to go," b) some guy with a lot of money called her up and offered to finance her label because someone told him she should have one, and, c) that Hillary Duff sang to her in the bathroom of some club Read all about it here.