Brad and Angelina enjoy a DGA date, and it didn't involve screaming. Julia Roberts' love advice. Diddy's default position. Tracy Morgan's awesome, wack Chinatown hijinks. Hipster Birdwomen, SJP, Diane Sawyer, and coconut shrimp. Presenting your Sunday Morning Gossip Roundup.

Michael Douglas is living through Traffic, and his kid might be a RAT. Alicia Keys and Swizz Beats trying to make beautiful music. Nicole Richie: not a skeleton. Jessica Alba's one year-old daughter: caliente? Presenting your Saturday Morning Gossip Roundup:

This morning, New York editor Adam Moss lost deputy editor Hugo Lindgren to Bloomberg BusinessWeek. He's certainly not the only magazine-world EIC to have a trusted confidante on staff. But they're a dying breed.

[Anne Hathaway in dear old Cambridge for arguably the gayest of Harvard's many gay traditions, the Hasty Pudding parade. Image via Getty]

Fast Company is reporting, in a reed-thin update to their obit for Miramax, that the Weinstein Co. is laying off 30 people today. We're trying to confirm, but people familiar with the firm say insiders were bracing for another round.

Flirt Alert! Tinsley Mortimer, the bubbly blonde socialite of our dreams, is single and ready to mingle. She was spotted at Sundance looking for a man, which is pretty desperate. So we thought we'd help her find The One.

I am proud to announce that Gawker.com has hired a new columnist: really fucking good guitar player, digital cleanser and chronic masturbator John Mayer. I know it's true because I read it on the internet.

We've rounded up the best J.D. Salinger tributes, stories, and interactive maps. Did you know that a letter from Salinger to a film producer who wanted the rights to Catcher in the Rye can be yours for $54,000?

After the loss of two celebrated writers this week — Howard Zinn and J.D. Salinger — it's easy to feel like there's nobody left. But there is! Lauren Conrad, Hills star and author. And now she's sharing her favorite books.

[Miss Universe Stefania Fernandez and Miss USA Kristen Dalton look a little out of place on their visit to Beth Israel Medical Center in New York yesterday. Image via Getty]

The New York Times has published an excerpt of The Politician, Andrew Young's account of working for John Edwards. Turns out that when Edwards cheats on his dying wife, he does it like a lawyer.

Suzanne Murphy hates shoes and grime. She hates them so much that an invitation to a recent party said no shoes allowed. She is not ashamed because she she loves her "super comfy" carpets.

[Sometimes pictures are just... nice. Here's Julianne Moore at CS 154, celebrating some sort of Save the Children Valentine's Day contest. I like that Randi Weingarten (apparently!) is talking to a student instead of gawping at the movie star. Getty]

We told you about the John Edwards sex tape that will make you say "whoa" on Monday. Now, his former aide and Rielle Hunter affair fallguy Andrew Young has talked about it.

It was like 2008 all over again tonight: The economy sucks (but not nightmarish) and Barack Obama gave a stump speech with a familiar, big close reminding us that everything that's wrong with the country is our own damn fault.

[A photo of people taking pictures of the printing of the federal budget is so meta that Uncle Sam just showed up and kicked me in the brain. Image via Getty]

Simon Monjack, the mysterious husband of dead actress Brittany Murphy, is planning to sue Warner Bros., claiming that when the studio fired Murphy from a movie, it caused her heart attack two weeks later. The Daily Beast landed an unpleasant interview.

We're still all trying to figure out whether British actor Ben Whishaw is gay or not and New York magazine isn't helping. They're trying to deflect blame for the hubbub back onto Out magazine. Damn, everyone. Why the drama?

Louis Auchincloss, whose austere novels exposed and defined the cloistered world of white coastal privilege in which he was raised, has died following a stroke.

Divine Florida Gators quarterback and bona-fide Christian soldier Tim Tebow has everyone riled up about his upcoming anti-abortion Super Bowl ad. The arguing's unnecessary. You're only hurting yourself, Timmy. America's not ready for a Jesus Freak Superstar.