Anti-bullfighting demonstrators lay in fake blood at the Plaza de Toros de Las Ventas earlier today in Madrid. An estimated of 300 demonstrators protested for the abolition of bullfighting. (Photo by Jasper Juinen/Getty Images)

The Twitteratti are pecking away the wins at the 2009 Cannes Film Festival that don't involve Jean-Claude Van Damme getting freak-ay with some fan(nes). Michael Moore, pictured, wasn't there. This year's winners:

Jon Goesselin can't escape his family, Kevin Bacon's mugger escapes capture, Paul Allen can definitely escape Cannes, Josh Duhamal tries to escape death at Indy 500: presenting your man-happy Sunday afternoon gossip roundup.

Yesterday, former New York City mayor, failed presidential candidate, and perpetual asshole Rudy Giuliani was publicly heckled by a guy in Bridgehampton. Naturally, Rudy had the guy arrested. And now the heckler speaks to us!

Your headline of the morning: "Politician Blames Neighborhood Crime on Pizza Sales."

Hey, New Yorkers - not neurotically self-conscious enough these days? Well, congratulations: you're next contestant on Bust Ass In Front Of The Google Street View Car.

The Notorious B.I.G.'s birthday was this past Thursday. I wonder, him being so beloved and all, if it will ever get the Martin Luther King treatment? That'd be kind of funny. But also, cool.

So, you know what opened this week? Pornactress-cum-actress Sasha Grey's movie, The Girlfriend Experience (it's her movie now, Steven!). Perhaps you've heard about it? She's doing a ton of publicity. Including Gawker!

A former president of South Korea, a guy pushed over a bridge, an actress, and two cases of assisted: suicides are all over the news this weekend. What the hell is going on?

In part two of our feminist bonfire, we cross the pond to find out if feminism means anything different for the Brits (fish and chips?). And ruin the gene pool with a dude.

Well, "hate" is a strong word; more like "pissed!" Or maybe, "PMS'd?" Hmm, probably best to let the ladies handle this, first up: Amanda Marcotte and Jill Filipovic with a more nuanced take than I.

I got these feminist chicks, they got something to say. An interview with a porn star, whose last name is Grey. Content like this, most people would pay. Something something something, Happy Memorial Day!

CollegeHumor and their readers attempted to sully a Nebraska license plate design election. They failed.

Nick Denton's media empire has its feet in sandboxes everywhere: New York. Detroit. L.A. Silicon Valley. And now, for the first time, Gawker's broadcasting from Las Vegas for the weekend. Giddyup.

New York Times economics reporter Edmund Andrews has responded to The Atlantic's Megan McArdle's takedown of him for glossing over important details in his "I'm broke!" Times piece. It's an ugly scene.

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Apparently, Old Navy's selling drug-dipped flip-flops (yay!), because people are Googling the shit out of them.

Amateur-mafioso-cum-Daily-Beast "writer" Burt Ross got his Madoff Check from the government and blogged about it.

Good Saturday morning! Tom Brady and Gisele Bundchen spawning, Keifer Sutherland, Clay Aiken, and Giada De Laurentiis squashing separate (but equal!) beefs, Robert Pattinson gets some Can(nes), and Beyonce sez: "avoid the gym."

A programming note: No, we're not going all Condé Nast with summer Fridays (memo for next week: is Condé still getting summer Fridays?) but because of the holiday, we're cutting today short. Foster and T.A.N. will be around this weekend and then the site's going dark on Monday. Happy weekend.