· Super: the TV show that told us that it's better to throw yourself out a window than to be single in Manhattan will never fucking end. Sex and the City movie deal in the works. [NYP]
· In the battle of the Manhattan private schools, Dalton is becoming the odd mensch out; the scandal over the recent anti-Semitic basketball-game cheerleading grows. [NY mag (2nd item)]
· Daily Newsman Lloyd Grove uses Al Franken as a giant bellows to fan the flames of hatred of the New York Post. [NYDN]
· Page Six missed the memo: Lloyd Klein's Bryant Park show has been cancelled due to his car accident in Paris last Saturday, so Jocelyn Wildenstein will have to cancel his birthday party this weekend. [NYP]
· Trump advertises The Apprentice in the Trump Place condos. Prediction: Trump will become the Big Brother of reality commerce, with mandatory show viewings for all employees and residents in Trumpworld. [NYP]
· Puffy still hearts J.Lo. [NYP]

Sightings are submitted by readers. Send yours to tip@gawker.com.

And now, as a special present for your weekend: the complete Paris Hilton Book Proposal. The kids over at The Smoking Gun have kindly offered to host it so you could enjoy this monumental literary achievement.
Tongue-in-Chic: Paris Hilton's Confessions of an Heiress [TSG]

· Applications for Apprentice 2 are due March 4th. Now you too have a chance to endure The Donald's cobra-snap "You're fired" face to "face."
· Kudos to the publicist-whores of would-be tell-all Hollywood Interrupted book.
· It's official: there really is no neighborhood called LoHo.
· BET won't turn its back on the Fourth Horseman of the Nippocalypse.

Hey! It's Black History Month! And it's leap year, too, so we get a special extra day of blackness in the media. Here's an in-depth report that I like to call "Black History Month: What's Up With Black People These Days?"

· Beck reminisces sarcastically about the good old days of poverty. In exchange for a big fat bank account-emptying check, I'll help you experience the joys of mac and cheese again, Becky. (Full text of Beck's letter here.) [NYP]
· New Line cinema co-chairman Robert Shaye rips up Lloyd Grove's business card. Sheesh, it's not like it was a picture of the Pope or anything. [NYDN (last item)]
· Director says Nicole Kidman is "too old" to play 22. Wha? [NYDN]

Random gossip bits:

· Corcoran to buy Sotheby's. Reportedly, the new conglomerate will rename itself Global Hegemony Evil Overlord Real Estate Group.
· Dos and Don'ts of Fashion Week. (Our plan: Do be a total bitch: don't not be a total bitch.)
· Britney to perform on On Air with Ryan Seacrest. Maybe she's secretly a robot ninja from the future who's come back to "our time" to murder the demonspawn Ryan Seacrest.

· Somewhere a travel agent deserves to be fired: Head over to Coliseum Books to hear Mr. Travel Guide himself, Arthur Frommer, discuss winter travel options. Here's a super-secret tip from us: it gets warmer as you go closer to the equator.
· Papa's got a brand new bag lady? We're not so sure about that, but whatever: James Brown will always be our godfather of choice. Catch him tonight at B.B. King Blues Club, and hope he wears the towel.
· Laugh until you don't laugh anymore at Mike Birbiglia's CD release party.

In the interests of our forthcoming obsessive map of lunch seating arrangements at Michael's — it's kind of like the sex chart on The L Word — here is the single most disturbing roundup of who was lunching yesterday. If you recognize more than 15 names on this list from the dreaded New York Social Diary, you need a Manhattan timeout, for real.

· According to English tabloids, Britney Spears spent Superbowl weekend watching porn in a London hotel under a fake name. What, she was supposed to watch football? Fuck that. [Fleshbot]
· The Vegas odds are in for Oscars: Naomi Watts neck and neck with Charlize Theron, even money on Bill Murray and Sean Penn. That's not very useful. [NYP]
· Celebrities claim they don't get paid to pimp jewelry at the Grammy's. [NYDN]
· Greasy "It" Boy Michael Pitt (see?) gets huffy with Page Six. Yay! He's going to be like the old hotel-trashing Leo DiCaprio but with a touch of the old photographer-punching Sean Penn with just a whiff of crazy homeless man. [NYP] Related: Elderly Oscar-winner rushed to hospital after viewing Michael Pitt's sex scene in "The Dreamers." [NYDN]

Ah, Dewey Ballantine, the NYC/international law firm so white-shoe that its partners might forget to not write racist emails to the staff about the dangers of poodles near Chinese restaurants. DB made the Post a year ago over a similar kerfluffle regarding "Me So Solly" jokes about their Hong Kong office. Last names and extension numbers have been deleted from the memos. (Click "more.")
Dewey Partner's E-Mail Causes Upset Over Racial Insensitivity [Law.com]

· While Scarlett Johansson may be worried about the short shelf life of being the new "It" Girl; demi-socialite Fabian Basabe displays no such concerns as he platform-dances at Lizzie Grubman's birthday party. [NYO (2nd item)]
· Britney still feels it for temp-groom Jason Alexander, claims Us Weekly. [NYP]
· New VH1 show on the sordid lives of publicists may star none other than Lizzie Grubman herself. Sort of like "Cops" for the velvet rope set. [NYDN (last item)]
· Paris Hilton, according to FHM, went to Vegas and bought a "baby goat, a ferret and this one animal that was like half monkey, half raccoon." [NYP]
· Jay McInerney's fourth wedding postponed. [NYDN]

Stalkings are submitted by readers. Send yours to .

The email address to submit hateful, anonymous, and, of course, always confidential claims to Gawker is now . Why? I have no idea. At least we can rest assured that this website won't be selling out any time soon, since our IT department is composed of a single stoned communist goat-herder who loves to torture me.

· Comparison of MTV's website before and after Janet Jackson chesticle stunt.
· Elvis Costello, Moby, and "jazz vocalist" Diana Krall spend an evening at Nobu wearing Post-its on their foreheads. (We hear Diana invented Post-its.)
· Sex Pistol relic John Lydon becomes the first person to say the word "cunt" on live television. Ooh, shocking. Next thing you know, post-teen pop stars will be ripping elderly women's clothing off during live broadcast sporting events.

· On the nature of celebrity: "No one can tell me who the 'It' girl was last year, so it's kind of worrisome. Who was it? All I know is, once you're the 'It' girl you are the 'Once Was An It Girl-Girl'" — Scarlett Johansson. (PS, I think it was Chloe Sevigny.) [NYP]
· On the women of America's Next Top Model: They look like "hoochie mamas," says Barney's Simon Doonan. [NYP]
· Rosie O'Donnell hashes her legal comparisons on her visit to the Martha Stewart trial: "In America, celebrity plays a powerful role, no matter which way you slice it. It freed O.J." [NYDN]

· This isn't your father's New York Times Book Review! (It's proactive and in your face.)
· The NY Post on the way-underground music scene.
· James Brown needs women.
· Uncle Patrick's Advice to Children.

A reader writes in on the Sex Slaves Debacle:

· Animal-lover Pam Anderson to introduce "cruelty-free" Uggs. What, the heinous boots are invisible? [NYP]
· Chloe Sevigny is the Rodent Queen of her mouse-infested apartment building. [NYDN]
· The Marxists at Rush & Molloy say Jenny from the block should put the rock in hock and donate the proceeds to her Bronx elementary school. [NYDN]
· Amy Sacco, Lot 61 party queen, says she'll leave town if the City institutes "nightlife license" requirement to keep clubs open after 1 a.m. Buh-bye, Amy. [NYP]