Just what Broadway needs: another show for straight dudes. According to The New York Times:

It seems like it was only five weeks ago we forced Intern David to watch the first episode of PoweR Girls. Misty watercolored memories... That first night, David thought things couldn't get much worse — and to his credit, he was right. (For once, and only once, because Interns are never right.) The show's finale managed to burrow itself into a sub-Saharan level of mediocrity that made the Philadelphia season of The Real World look like the Seattle season. After the jump, David bids farewell to Lizzie and the gang.

Amazingly, the Young Hot Hollywood Style Awards, in which the Young in Hollywood received Awards of some kind for having Style, featured action besides the previously-mentioned nipple-unveiling of someone who is decidedly not Young. A reader reports from last night's epicenter of Youth and Stylishness:

This week's edition of the always service-oriented UK gossip newsletter Popbitch features a brief-but-handy business travelers' guide to the most whoretastic high-end hotels in our fine city.

Because that child will be named whatever Bonnie Fuller wills it to be named.

· Break out that grungy flannel shirt, tell your mom you're sleeping at Jimmy's (yes, his parents are home), and drive your white Bronco over to Dewey's Flatiron Bar for their "I Love the 90s" party. 9:00pm till the cops come and break it all up. [Upcoming]
· Times cultural critic Margo Jefferson, NYU Journalism prof Ellen Willis, Air America's Laura Flanders, and performance artist Karen Finley get together at the Cantor Film Center to roast the lovely women of the Bush administration. A slide show of Jenna doing the ass dance at Nerveana follows. [flavorpill]
· Adolescent pop fantasy chick Annie brings her pretty little Norwegian self to the Tribeca Grand Hotel tonight for a show (it's no wonder the little boy bloggers are obsessed with her). We still love Kylie more, but that's because we're gay. [BrooklynVegan]

Q: How many pictures can wire photographers snap before erstwhile supermodel/ubiquitous reality-show presence Janice Dickinson realizes that her nipple has made a mad dash for flashbulb-simulated daylight?

And it is word association. Greg Allen, writer/blogger behind Greg.org, offers his first impressions of the luminaries he met or saw at MoMA's Marc Forster A Work In Progress event earlier this week:
· Ryan Gosling: unexpectedly wry
· Maggie Gyllenhall: good sport, Harvard Law material
· Will Ferrell: makes even repressed movies about dead babies, racist executioners, and manipulative closet cases funny.

· Paris Hilton needs a sidekick! The human kind, that is, as Nicole Richie has left the Simple Life building in favor of practically anything else. Smart girl. [Page Six]
· Project Runway winner Jay McCarroll goes absolutely apeshit on Grove-fluffer Hudson Morgan, whose parents clearly must've been "[anti-gay epithet]" to give him such a name. [Lowdown]
· Poor Princess Stephanie only gets $30 million of her late father's fortune, while her siblings will cash in closer to $1 billion. We'd pity her, but she still gets to be a fucking princess in Monaco. [R&M]
· OMGBRITNEYISSTILLPREGNANTOMGYO. [Fox 411]

Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia made a wonderful appearance at NYU this week:

· Tonight at the Bowery, Frenchite Anthony Gonzalez of M83 brings his brand of distorted shoegazing synth riffs; everyone's favorite atmospheric German, Ulrich Schnauss, brings his orchestral beats; you bring the drugs. Tomorrow's show is sold out. [flavorpill]
· American portraitist Alex Katz talks about his "creative process" at the American Federation of Arts tonight. Those artists and their artist mumbo-jumbo jargon. Can't we just call finger-painting what it is? [TONY]
· Rene Steinke and Paula Kamen take part in the latest installment of the Cupcake reading series at Lolita tonight. The website also mentions that Ms. Steinke's husband is Craig Marks, Editor of Blender magazine. Yay for advocating female independence! [Cupcake]

Brooklyn real estate blogger (how many of those do we need, by the way?) BK Squeeze reports on the the weight of real estate's mighty, satanic fist:

GQ executive editor Michael Hainey, Lucky editor Kim France, and new Cond Nast editorial director Tom Wallace share a moment of quiet despair: "This magalog trend has legs, right?"

Today's Daily Candy describes the worrisome symptoms:

Hotel employees are the new journalists. To wit, a thread from our favorite catty message board, DataLounge:

· At an event honoring Les Moonves, Kathleen Turner does the public slurring and wobbling thing. But Les loves the method actors, right? [Page Six]
· Judith Regan, you wicked little trickster! Seems the publisher's relocation to LA might have something to do with her pitching a film based on her love affair with Bernard Kerik (gag). [Lowdown]
· Hopefully, Regan's movie pitch won't interfere with her upcoming wrestling match with Jenna Jameson. [NYDN]
· OMGOMGOMGOMGBRITNEYISPREGNANTOMG.
· Joan Kennedy is so drunk, she's putting the family's Cape Cod estate up for sale. [R&M]

As if the Federletus' verified existence weren't reeling enough, now we're forced to deal with yet another celebrity crisis: Joaquin Phoenix has checked himself into an undisclosed rehab facility for alcoholism. Yes, we know you were desperately wondering where he had been lately.

While anti-porn feminist Andrea Dworkin may have left this fleshy world for a better, asexual place, her memory will no doubt live on — in the form of "her" Salon Personals profile:

New York responds, 6:52 AM.

• Billy Joel Checks Out of Rehab Center [AP]