Since time immemorial—or May, 2005—Gawker has largely banned any mention of former Sex and the City star Chris Noth. This may have been cruel; it certainly was not senseless. Chris Noth is a man who likes to leave his house. He may not even have a house. He is a man who enjoys a drink with a pal, or, more likely, a pal who drinks. He is a man who likes to work out at Crunch, or at least he was. His giant head is extremely recognizable and stalkable. Law and Order: Criminal Intent or whatever the fuck it's called doesn't keep him that busy. And now we have perhaps erred by posting a recent Gawker Stalker sighting of the fella, for the first time in ages.

How can I excuse this trampling upon the ghost of former editor Jessica Coen, who so sternly enacted the ban? It was early; I was forwarding stalker sightings to the Stalkette interns who handle such things. That witch Emily was out that day! I only had Wheat Thins for breakfast! I have a million excuses. Whatever.

But really, I think I meant to do it. Some of you lady-folk and homos out there will relate. Chris Noth has a certain thing; it's the slightly craggy, slightly pickled, almost-entirely-but-not-quite un-menacing daddy thing. He's unpredictable! Maybe he's trouble. I bet his apartment (surely he has one?) is wacky! He's the kind of guy you totally would have slept with accidentally five years ago. (Despite the insane eyebags!) Okay, maybe five months ago. And then you wouldn't have told your friends for at least three weeks. Just like a Williamsburg bartender, or that "novelist" you totally did out of boredom and tequila. Okay, this is getting really Carrie Bradshaw and sad, and so I'll shut the hell up. Anyway, I'd hit that. And I bet you would too.

The real point is, maybe we shouldn't misunderstand the Noth That Walks Among Us So Frequently. Remember this? In October of 2005, Noth told the Times this about New York City:

''It has deteriorated into a very clean and shiny mall,'' he said, running his hand back and forth over his bristle of hair as he gets worked up. ''We have to go out of Manhattan to get a texture of the city. I'm not just talking about graffiti and that we want to bring the crime back. From the meatpacking district to the East Village to below Houston Street, all those delicious and interesting and complex neighborhoods are just basically gone. It has been death by fashion and trend.''

So maybe he is kind of stalkable after all. Ethan Hawke, though—fuck that, no way.