After the unceremonious firing of four cast members of Bravo's Real Housewives of New York, fans have been abuzz (positively abuzz!) about who would replace them. It seems now they might have an answer.

Last night we headed up to the Four Seasons restaurant to crash the book party of Gawker's very own book of the month, Holly Peterson's The Manny. Strangely, we weren't allowed in! Two young PR girls manning the table in the lobby said, "Sorrrrrry, no press allowed." Outside we kept company with a gruff CNBC TV crew and a 19-year-old intern from Dealbreaker. But then, as if conjured by our own desire, Candace Bushnell stepped outside, just like a lady of the lake. Soon she was joined by wealthy womyn authors going home to relieve their domestics. There was Carole Radziwill, her thrilling stuff nearly escaping a very lowcut tanktop, and Tatiana Boncompagni Hoover, and art dealing queen Jeanne Greenberg Rohatyn, bunched under the awning, smoking Parliaments. (The cigarette of Jackie O!) There were a couple of questions we needed answered and, happily, the open bar upstairs made the ladies eager to talk.

In a city more stuffed with bad boy chefs than a paupiette is with forcemeat, British chef Marco Pierre White proved himself recently at least as tough, dumb and bad as his competition. The Post recounts the disaster: Last Thursday at the Spotted Pig—you know, that restaurant the hot movie-boys can't stop smoking in front of—he set himself on fire and someone stabbed him.

As the May issue of Glamour hits newsstands, ladies are learning 15 "totally new" things about sex, Kate Beckinsale is teaching important lessons about how to cope with loss, and 'Lunch Date' columnist Carole Radziwill is likely receiving an angry voicemail from her natureboy cousin-by-marriage, RFK, Jr. See, her date this month was Elizabeth Shue, who's married to An Inconvenient Truth director Davis Guggenheim, and so Carole and Elizabeth had to talk about "going green."