As those who (for some reason) care may recall, no one over here can agree about anything regarding Dana Vachon's debut novel, Mergers & Acquisitions. Crap? Genius? Sign 'o the times? Horseman of apocalypse? Honestly, it's been tearing our office apart. Because the book party is tonight—more on that tomorrow!—we made Alex and Emily get together to work it all out. This sort of thing will be mainly of interest to those who first have an interest in books (cutting out most of you!) and, second, those who have read the book or are interested in so doing. (There go most the rest!) There are a few minor SPOILERS, so keep that in mind if, but other than that it's like listening in on a book club. And we all know how fascinating that is!

No doubt you've seen New York mag's Fashion Week food diaries by now. And if you're anything like us (or like some other blogs), you marveled at the decidedly, er, minimalist intake of Elle Fashion-News Director and Accessories Editor—and onetime Project Runway judge!—Anne Slowey. Anne managed to make it through Fashion Week on, basically, packets of Emergen-C, grande iced skim lattes, and three olives. We aren't even really exaggerating; lady is restrained. As an experiment, we decided to see how our eating habits stacked up to Anne's. Gawker Editor Emily Gould, whose dignity is pretty much 100% gone already, volunteered to contrast her daily grazing with Anne's. The results will probably not surprise anyone.

Gawker photographer Nikola Tamindzic and Gawker editor Emily Gould joined forces a historymaking second time at Proj. Run oddity Malan Breton's show this morning. A particular highlight for Emily was meeting America's Next to Next Top Model Melrose, who she hopes will never Google herself and learn that Emily is being a huge hypocrite in this picture because she had previously told the internet that she really didn't like Melrose. In Emily's defense, she would like to explain that she and Melrose hadn't met and bonded closely in five seconds after a fashion show at that point in time. Anyway, there's more of Nikola's experience to be found over here, and more of Emily's take on matters after the jump.

Gawker editor Emily Gould joined forces with Gawker photographer Nikola Tamindzic for the first time ever — that's right, that is just how good Emily is at getting out of doing the "hard part" of her job — for Sunday's Tracy Reese show. After the jump, Emily divulges the gory details of her virgin voyage into fashion's hellmouth (turns out, she has something in common with models after all: she trips and falls on the runway, too!)

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Hello, my name is Emily Gould. If you're anything like the Daily Intelligencer, you know "virtually nothing" about me, and, much as I'd like to keep it that way, my new slavedrivers have encouraged me to tell you a little bit about myself. Sooo. Monday was my last day as an associate editor at Hyperion Books, which might lead you to think that all those Unsolicited columns I wrote were based somewhat on my experiences there. Au contraire! I am actually a remarkable fabulist — hey, don't forget I'm also 50% responsible for a book about teenage witches — and I based all that stuff on crazy dreams I had.

Oh, why am I bothering? Obviously I sold out everyone I know and I'll never work in book publishing again. But just in case there's still a chance for me, I take this, my final opportunity to be sincere (and to write in the first person) for god knows how long, to apologize. I like you, agents and editors and authors. I hope you'll KIT, especially with news about, like, shitty proposals that sat in inboxes around town for quite a while before selling for too much dough, that kind of thing. Anyway, sorry! Hear that? I am starting my tenure here with a public apology. Strap on your helmets, my friends.