Today in the wild, wacky and self-promoting world of Seventeen editor Atoosa Rubenstein, the 'Toos has apparently struck a deal with the freaks behind the model "dramality" show, America's Next Top Model: Cycle 47. According to WWD, the winning model will land the mag's February cover and Rubenstein will be joining the show as a judge. At least she's keeping busy; it's not like she has anything better to do, like edit a magazine or something.

Is there anyone out there who hasn't been approached to work at Seventeen? We're hearing from a number of sources that Atoosa Rubenstein may have more friends on MySpace than she does in the workplace. One former staffer named the names:

As mentioned yesterday, the only big-name MySpacer you can trust is Seventeen editor Atoosa Rubenstein. Her profile is authentic, the real deal from the coolest girl at the lunch table. Atoosa also has a MySpace blog, and we'd like to apologize for not paying more attention to her collected works. Failing to spread the magic of the 'Toos is an inexcusable disservice to insecure, self-loathing adolescents everywhere. From her latest entry:

Seventeen EIC Atoosa Rubenstein, February 7, 2006:

• Seventeen EIC Atoosa Rubenstein continues to drop verbal gems wherever she goes. At Gotham Hall last night, she let it be known that in high school, no one wanted to have sex with her because of her hairy "werewolf legs." Well, now we know. But we wish we didn't. [Muckracked]
• We can't help it, but we're still kind of loving the cracktarded TMZ. Their paparazzi video clips are priceless — watch Nicole Richie walk out of a doctor's office and feel the magic for yourselves! [TMZ]
• And in other emaciated starlet news, Lindsay Lohan is seen kissing Kate Moss's latest boy, 21-year-old bartender Jaime Burke. Could he be the K-Fed of the coke crowd? [People]
• The Times blog development team has some major security issues to deal with. [Daily Gotham]
• Amazingly enough, the New Yorker manages to take all the joy out of Astoria's Bohemian Hall Beer Garden with one simple review. [NYer]
• Tom Cruise can conquer the world — but a car door, not so much. [Got Detroit]
• Bloomberg visits the set of the Nanny Diaries. He just adored the book, y'know? [Newsday]
• Thankfully, we can always turn to Williamsboard to remind us that hipsters have no reservations about being just as stereotypical as ever. [Williamsboard]
• Bad news: After spending a week submerged in a tank full of bombast, David Blaine's hands and feet seem to be returning back to normal. [ABC]

A spy at Hearst reports that Seventeen editor Atoosa Rubenstein has decided that MySpace needs to be flooded with her staff of orchids:

A spy reports to us that Seventeen editor Atoosa Rubenstein spoke at Columbia j-school last night as part of their Delacorte lecture series, which is hosted by Victor Navasky. Navasky referred to Rubenstein as "Toos" and started things off by asking, "Does Seventeen accept 73-year-old male interns?"

We should've known: Despite all the obvious dangers, Seventeen has an official MySpace account. According to the profile, the magazine is single, a Libra, and enjoys watching MTV's Miss Seventeen reality show. Totally normal for a teen. But?

Breaking news on the always-important beat of pretty people vs. the uglies:

Well, yes. So Atoosa Rubenstein might be a touch retrograde and anorexia-inducing in her off-the-cuff fashion pronouncements — "I feel like I want to start starving myself so I can wear those clothes now," she said of a Fashion Week collection — but at least she hasn't revived as a promo for her Seventeen an old Mademoiselle premium MUGger Charlie Suisman pointed us to today: The Manhunt Scarf, copyrighted by the Conde Nast Publications in 1963.

From Fashion Week Daily's coverage of designer Bryan Bradley's Tuleh collection in Bryant Park:

Because you need more help, and because we were being inadvertently sexist:

Last night marked the premiere of MTV's latest reality abortion, Miss Seventeen, in which a gaggle of teenaged girltards compete for the approval of Seventeen EIC Atoosa Rubenstein in weekly competitions of character; the winner snags a coveted internship at the legendary girl mag. In short, the summer job you worked your ass off for in college has been reduced to a reality competition for the tween network.

Don't get us wrong; it's a nice Atoosa Rubenstein. Well made. We like it. We'd love to buy it. But, what, you expect we should pay retail?