Claiming it's just gymnastic exercise and has no sexual connotation—plus the class is open to boys—the Up Yer Pole pole-dancing academy offers classes to kids as young as six. Child fitness: good. Pole writhing: questionable? Who knows. [via]

Sumner Redstone, you cad! Already in hot water over trying to bribe a reporter to out a source and giving $100K in stock to a sexxxy girl band member, Sumner's now reportedly put another sexxxy young woman on the payroll.

Vogue editor Anna Wintour is hosting a fundraiser for Barack Obama at her house tonight. Holy coming-together-of-the-gods, Batman! We so desire a picture of them together. Going tonight? Take one for us. [Photoshopped pictures go in the comments.]

Oksana and Mel's troubles began at an Australian placenta ceremony. Lawyers bug Lindsay Lohan to testify about her strip search. Zac Efron blows $2000 on booze and strippers. Heidi Montag is missing. Wednesday gossip is a hot mess.

Is Fugee-la Wyclef Jean really going to run for president of Haiti? Yes, he'll formally announce within two weeks, says P6! All paperwork's filed, says the Boston Herald! It's likely, says Wyclef's brother! He has questionable management skills, we say!

The Pentagon was supposed to manage $9.1 billion in reconstruction money raised by Iraq. So how did that go? Pretty well, except for the 95 percent of it that the Pentagon can't account for. Good work, folks. [Image via Getty]

The Mississippi Public Broadcasting programming director who canceled Fresh Air explains: "the language [Terry Gross] uses - a lot of people of Mississippi are not accustomed to hearing. They're not accustomed to hearing word ‘orgasm' on the air." [Current/ Romenesko]

Mean, stubborn crook Rep. Charlie Rangel has finally realized that he's two days from the start of a House ethics trial, so maybe it's time to deal? Unfortunately, this would involve him admitting any wrongdoing, which is unacceptable to him.

[For the first time ever, the New York Stock Exchange ran out of guest passes today, when the unrepentant fist-pumpers of Jersey Shore rang the opening bell. Video—and CNBC's awkward expressions of horror—after the jump. Images via Getty.]

Former hip hop mogul Damon Dash ran into some money trouble a few years back (we can think of a few reasons why) and reportedly stopped paying a $78,504.20-per-month mortgage. Now comes the foreclosure auction.

Wall Street director Oliver Stone placed his foot directly in his mouth over the weekend while talking with the "Any Given" Sunday Times of London, complaining that "Jewish domination of the media" meant that people ignored German atrocities against Russia.

AT&T is refusing to say how many iPad 3G customers had their private information compromised in a security breach last month. So much for the company's promise to "shed some more light" on the situation.

Republican National Committee Chairman Michael Steele has a party fundraising event coming up in August that is scheduled to feature a very special guest: Conservative media activist Andrew Breitbart, according to a copy of the invitation exclusively obtained by TPM.

Daniel Boulud—world-renowned chef, restaurateur, and occasional Top Chef guest judge—is adding another title to his resume: divorcé.

In your positive Monday media column: Richard Desmond buys a TV network, HuffPo personifies the mysterious blog world, Mitch Albom is celebrated for some reason, media job moves are afoot, and Kathie Lee and Hoda are still there.

Despite the fact that old people are mathematically closer to death than the rest of us, they just keep clinging to life—and taxpayer dollars. Finally, that may be changing. But the olds are living longer than ever. Thanks, jerks!

According to an anonymous source and the rumor mill in general, Fugees maestro Wyclef Jean is going to announce his candidacy for President of Haiti. Hmm. Does Haiti care that he's had a few problems lately?

Will this plague of Mel Gibson phone rants never end? In the latest, Gibson tells his "glum cunt" ex-girlfriend that she is free to date others: "You can get it on with anybody else and your son can watch it."

Lindsay Lohan got a "secret" new tattoo of a little sleeping girl (she "liked the innocence," apparently) on her arm. Can you see it? It's like one of those Magic Eye things, but even less fulfilling. Click through for closeups.

You weren't invited to Chelsea Clinton's wedding. But don't feel bad: Neither was this guy—and he lent the Clintons his fucking airplane. But when you're Bill Clinton, borrowing a private jet is like borrowing a sack of flour.