Coupon company Eversave surveyed 400 women about their Facebook friends. 83% of respondents admitted to being annoyed with friends' Facebook presences. 63% of women said their friends "complain all the time." 41% hated their friends' political views, and 32% were sick of their stupid perfect friends bragging about stupid perfect lives.

Just last month, Gothamist boss Jake Dobkin was slamming the New York Times as uncompetitive, unoriginal, and lazy. Today, the NYT has plastered Gothamist with the most in-your-face wallpaper ad buy we've ever seen. Huh. Let's recall that rant!

Hee haw: Leading grammarian Sean Hannity made fun of Martha Coakley's campaign for misspelling "Massachusetts" in an ad, just after Hannity's show misspelled John McCormack's name. Hannity should have been lecturing McCormack on how to properly nut-punch someone.

Snoop Dogg is everywhere. You can't puff on a fatty blunt without the smoke hitting a TV with Snoop's face plastered all over it. On The View, he played the loving husband, but Barbara wanted to know about his bitches.

Which also happens to be funny and peppered with profanity. As long as Tiger Woods remains quiet and stays out of the public eye, we're going to have to leave it up to artistic interpretation to give us the story.

Here's a twist on the classic "complain to a reporter's editor" school of aggressive media relations: a male Navy commander has filed a sexual harassment complaint against a female Miami Herald reporter. She called people "bitches!" And much more, allegedly.

In a bold programming gambit that officially solidifies 2009 as the Hollywood Year of the Lycanthrope, Fox is developing Bitches, a "dramedy about a quartet of female friends in New York who are werewolves."

Is teasing good for us? The New York Times thinks so. But does Tatum Bass? She just got kicked out of her fancy boarding school because the popular girls didn't like her prom planning.

There's a bitchfight going on between reporters in Minnesota that is far too obscure to go through blow-by-blow, but here's a representative assessment: "And saying the 'Daily Glean' is the among the 'most-read things on Minnpost' is like bragging about finishing first in the Special Olympics." [City Pages]

In response to Long Island's <a href="http://gawker.com/385397/head+bashing-sorority-on-alleged-hazing-victim-she-punched-us-first

">Hofstra University sorority scandal, in which 19-year-old Courtney Holt said she was brutally hazed (the Phi Epsilon sorority responded that she was a mean drunk), a Hofstra alumn has written in. Surprise: the sorority is def evil, she says, and those girls are just as horrible as you might have imagined. "Although this Holt girl def seems like a psycho, a lot of the other information that she states is true... For one being Branded... yes they're branded with a three pronged fork to represent their three values (which is why they have a effing cow as a sorority symbol, and they always say 'love x3')."

Alexis Carrington, née Joan Collins, has slammed dumb, vapid American culture. Evidently deciding to write our jokes for us, Collins recently told BlackBook magazine that "our civilization has become extremely dumbed down, with shorter attention spans. All they want are sound bites." The 75-year-old actress must miss the rococo 80's, when her Dynasty soap was churning out thoughtful, intelligent, richly braided narratives about the lives of people with names like Dex Dexter and Sammy Jo Dean Carrington. While she may have a point that tabloid magazines are complete mindless shit, I shudder at the thought of a world in which Joan Collins is the arbiter of good taste and decency and whatnot. [P6] In case you've forgotten just how intelligent and classy Ms. Collins can be, a fine example lies after the jump.

When Star Editor at Large Julia Allison's dog Lilly was running amok in our office yesterday, she had a wardrobe malfunction! That's right: vadgeflash.

Yalie and "Top Model" reject Victoria Marshman came off so evil on the show, but an IvyGate interview paints a different picture. She reveals the behind-the-scenes secrets of the show—sleep and nicotine deprivation are key—and talks about how Tyra "sicced her bodyguards" on her for taking off her high heeled shoes after being ousted (Tyra thought she was going to throw them at her!) [IvyGate]

Good stories we've heard: "Okay, so Meredith Melling Burke —you know, she's Anna Wintour's #2 at Vogue?—is going around telling this story. She has a house in Nantucket, right? And one night she and her friend decide to have a contest. They're going to go to a bar and see who can get the most townies' phone numbers. Meredith totally wins. And then later her husband finds all the numbers and he's, like, sooooo mad."

Many awards show viewers still long for the heyday of the late '90s, when unsuspecting stars would recoil in terror upon being accosted by Grand Frock Inquisitioner Joan Rivers, followed closely behind by loyal henchspawn Melissa, one finger held to her ear as she received instruction on the proper pronunciation of "Benicio Del Toro." Alas, after being bumped from their now-legendary E! gig, and banished from the TV Guide Channel kingdom for rumored "difficult" behavior, the only place Emmy watchers can turn these days for a Rivers fix is online, at VH1's Emmys With Joan. Gold Derby's Tom O'Neil wonders if the pair's seemingly shameful banishment to the slums of the blogowebs doesn't perhaps bode well, suggesting the network might take a short break from finding Flavor Flav the skank of his dreams to secure Joan and Melissa a spot on the red carpet:

What happened when leading celebrity photographer Annie Leibovitz—a bold artist known to throw fits when the prop baby DHL'd to her Vanity Fair cover shoot doesn't meet her exacting specifications—was assigned to shoot a legendarily frigid monarch? Things got tense, especially when the portraitist suggested to the Queen of England that she remove her crown, and BBC cameras were there to capture the entire exchange. From The Times Online: