The intrepid girl reporter went under less cover than usual to make a point of some nature about the outfit Sienna wore at the Factory Girl premiere. Her findings? Well, apparently, dressing like a cheap hooker attracts the wrong sort of attention. Listen up, ladies:

Turns out we're not the only ones who've finally shaken off the shackles of pants-wearing. And while you might be thinking, "leggings, yes, I own them, I've had them since last year when they first became popular. I bought them at American Apparel like everyone else and their (literal, unfortunately) Mom," the Styles mavens have news for you: if you wear them sans crotch-concealing over layer, they'll be magically transformed. Indeed! Leggings worn solo are not just stretch pants, they're a fucking revolution, a "courageous experiment," according to Saks creative director Michael Fink. So whip off that miniskirt and let the world see the vague outline of your special place. According to the paper of record, it's a "racy form of minimalism" that "represents the cutting edge."
And if you have an extra millionth of an ounce of body fat, it's not going to make you look like Peg Bundy, like, at all.

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.