The New Republic reminds us today that media writer-turned-political-pseudo-journalist Michael Wolff, sadly enough, is indeed alive over at Vanity Fair. We had no idea, seeing as we try to avoid anything that weighs more than US Weekly. The article treats us to a view of Michael's Upper East Side digs, complete with cats and dogs and all the fluffy accoutrements of a happy media life. Jealous? Don't be:

"I find the Michael Wolff phenomenon so New York," says a veteran New York-area journalist who knows Wolff casually. "If he lived anywhere but in the middle of the New York media world, they would say the emperor has no clothes. He can't write. He doesn't report. But Graydon Carter doesn't give a shit. He only cares that he has buzz. ... This could only happen among the delusional New York chattering classes."

Emperor Wolff may have no clothes, but who needs 'em when you've got Graydon Carter buzzing about your big, sexy lips?
Wolff Trapped [TNR]