It's a big day for Jewish fashion designers from the outer boroughs, clearly: Brooklyn native Isaac Mizrahi turns 48 today; meanwhile, the Bronx's very own Ralph Lauren is turning 70. Others celebrating today: Usher is turning 31. Yankees manager Joe Girardi turns 45. Actor Roger Moore is 82. Marc Jacobs' longtime business partner, Robert Duffy, is turning 55. Natalie Maines of the Dixie Chicks is 35. Czech model Daniela Pestova is 39. Sports radio host Jim Rome is turning 45. Writer Katha Pollitt turns 60. Wrestler/actress Stacy Keibler is 30. And Madonna's daughter, Lourdes Leon, who looks like she's turning 21, is actually turning 13 today.

It's a special day for two important men in the fashion biz: Ralph Lauren is 69 and Isaac Mizrahi is 47. Also celebrating today: Yankees manager Joe Girardi is 44. Marc Jacobs' longtime business partner Robert Duffy is turning 54. Feminist writer Katha Pollitt is 59. Dixie Chicks singer Natalie Maines turns 34. Usher is 30. Model Daniela Pestova turns 38. Wrestler/actress Stacy Keibler is 29. And Madonna's daughter, Lourdes Leon, is turning 12.

A gadfly writer and poet known for her pieces on sex, gender, and feminism, Pollitt is a longtime editor at the Nation and a regular contributor of poems and thought pieces to left-leaning publications like Mother Jones, the New Yorker, and Harper's. Her first husband was Randy Cohen, the writer of the "Ethicist" column for the New York Times Magazine.

Like a brave little girl who wants you to know that, while sticks and stones may cause bodily harm, criticism of a more verbal kind results in no injuries, Katha Pollitt shows up in The Times' today to thank an unnamed reviewer for trashing her recent collection, This Book Could Have Been Written At Any Point In The Last Thirty Years. (We're gonna let you in on a little secret, the review was by Gawker Media alumna Ana Marie Cox, and can be found here.) Pollitt, her head held high, relates how Cox's evisceration of her book (even in the "to be sure" paragraph, where the NYTBR reviewers are required by law to say something nice about the author, Cox can't help but make fun of Pollitt's strident pronouncements) actually turned out to be a good thing, since being written about by a semi-famous "mini-celebrity" enhanced Katha's own fame. It also turned out to be good for the book in the sense that Katha dropped a couple hundred bucks of her own money to jack up the Amazon numbers.