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If the grouping of media porn stars at the Post/Parade party didn't get you off, allow us to direct your greedy little eyes towards something equally lurid. Barbara Walters' Farewell Party (which was to celebrate the end of her career, not her existence) at Times Square Studios featured an equally — if not more — filthy guest list (Tina Brown! Martin Bashir! The Donald!) and precious instances of patheticism:

Priceless moments included watching Patrick McMullan lecture two badly dressed female lackeys about how hard it is because so many people know him and he has no idea who they are then watching him describe his new book, In Tents, and his role on Full Frontal Fashion to a newsperson. He was explaining himself so awkwardly that he had to actually make a his arms into a tent a la YMCA. It would have been sad had he somehow previously endeared himself.

Also, Martin Bashir kissing Tina Brown's ass asking him when he could take her to lunch only to have her say it'd happen when she'd be sure he was paying. Then he started groveling for her number, writing down about five for himself. It's like the entire party I could actually feel people's last shred of dignity leaving their body.

Big media names sans dignity? I am so hot right now.
Certainly Better Than The Lunch We Gave For The Pakistanis Yesterday [Alice Ayers]