Woody Allen used a strategically placed National Review...

Good thing I didn't post what I'd planned on the Naomi Wolf extravaganza--"Intern Alexis" at Gawker says it all:

We practically soiled our Sevens, dirtied our DVF and tarnished our town car with excitement over Naomi Wolf’s essay on the rise in popularity of young adult slut fiction, aka books in the “Gossip Girl,” “A-List” and “Clique” series. We’re not gonna front here; we’ve definitely, definitely spent some hours in the young adult section of the bookstore, sitting up against a wall with a Gossip Girl book strategically masked by a copy of the New Republic. Call it soft-core porn, call it cliterature, but there’s nothing like reading about a bulimic 16-year-old Spence girl having sex in the service elevator of her Fifth Avenue apartment building, high on her alcoholic mother’s Percocet.

Is it bad that I am now vaguely tempted to use up the rest of a Barnes and Noble gift card on one of these books? They sound hilarious.