And he's known it all along, or so says the New York Times. They got ahold of a leaked book proposal by Andrew Young, the Edwards aide who once claimed paternity of Rielle Hunter's child. This...is juicy stuff.

I honestly don't know how else to caption this tipster'd photo of Bee Shaffer—Anna Wintour's daughter, right—and two friends, one of whom is dressed as a sparkly chicken. This looks like the most fun night ever. Explanations? Update!

Today, the New York Times asks: what's the difference between rappers and talk radio? David Segal—who admits being a huge fan of "gangsta rap"—compares Lil' Wayne to Michael Savage, Ludacris to Glenn Beck, and Jay-Z to Limbaugh.

Sometimes, my parents mistakenly call me by any number of our family's dogs' names. Here's a video of the president talking about flu vaccines, calling one of his daughters by his sister's names. I guess it could be worse:

Phyllis Nefler eats lots of cake, emotionally and otherwise. She's yet to meet her dream cake—which probably comes from B.C. and rhymes with "shmooberry sush"—but it's out there. NYT's Weddings & Celebrations, help us find it.

A young gentleman on Twitter asks, "I found the new montauk monster. Gawker, where you at???" Well, we're right here, young "hellatightshit." And what is it you have for your friends at Gawker Monster Investigations? UPDATE! He's named!

Nice work, Joel Stein. You really threw the missus under the bus this time, as you explain the trend of new-age-y anti-vaccination parents hitting home.

If sparkly vampires shit in the woods, would you listen? Did Michael Jackson drink Pepsi? Is Amy Winehouse on drugs again? Does being Ashley Durpre get you invited to parties? Is Jay-Z still gangster? Presenting your Sunday Morning Gossip Roundup:

What's Barack Obama got in common with Megan Fox? Mediaite/Rachel Sklar knows. Sigh.

Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog—the Joss Whedon-penned musical starring Neil Patrick Harris as a video blogging, musical-loving supervillain—is going to get a full-on live performance at tomorrow night's Emmys, EW's learned. You can watch the entire thing here:

Remember Jesse Watters? He's Bill O'Reilly's Boy Friday, the ambush reporter who was too scared to talk to John Cook, and the same guy who stalked the lawyer of murdered abortion doctor George Tiller. Well, ThinkProgress got to him.

Every day, this city—and especially this city's metered transportation—will invent interesting new ways to kill you. This is actually one of the more traditional ones: a cab crashed into a horse-drawn carriage on the Upper East Side this afternoon. [Gothamist]

I can hear it. I hear it between the lines, man. Obama's talking to The Jews, celebrating their version of Ramadan, when they munch on their eucalyptus-like crack-snacks and plot 2010's media domination. Want to know what he's really saying?

So: journalist, writer, and Sarah Palin critic Joe McGinniss was outfoxed in his attempt to bid on a dinner with Sarah Palin by $3,200, bringing the final bid to $63,500. The winner, please?

Cocaine: hell of a drug, but not much for childcare. Imagine if your parents fed you Cocaine Crunch for breakfast. Well, this happened:

In a move that took all of Hollywood by surprise, Disney Studios Chairman Dick Cook announced late yesterday that he was stepping down.

The Mad AssHatter Himself, Tucker Max, went to war with Chicago's Transit System over a series of advertisements for his film, I Hope They Serve Rosé On Fire Island, or whatever it's called. Guess who won?

Megan Fox has super special sexual powers. Avril Lagine's love-life is "komplicayted," or however she spells it. Jon Gosselin is still around. Justin Timberlake's a funny drunk. Babies, rappers, Yokos, McSteamies, and more! Presenting your Rosh Hashana Morning Gossip Roundup.

At the start of London's Fashion Week, British psychiatrists called for a government crackdown on pro-anorexia websites, up fivefold in over two years according to a study by an internet filtering company.

In the most misguided media decision of the decade, Rolling Stone opted to let online readers look at the pictures from their recent Megan Fox cover story, but held back the text from the internet, making them pay for words.