In your competitive Tuesday media column: the fashion mag ad race is heated, GQ manages to sell electric doo-dads to people somehow, Michael Wolff's beef parade marches on, and the NYT rocked by "getting a good political story" scandal.

In your familial Monday media column: Theo Wenner gets himself a magazine job, headlines that sell, the most powerful woman in newspapers, teevee people speak to college kids about teevee things, and newspapers muddle about.

Chaunce Hayden, fameball editor of gloriously trashy Jersey nightlife rag Steppin' Out, has not laid off a single worker in 21 years. By email, we asked him how to save print media, starting with flailing news weekly Newsweek.

This week Jersey nightlife magazine Steppin' Out features Michelle Bombshell in a Sicilian widow costume that came from a plastic bag at a Halloween store. This isn't even its best work. A walk down memory lane with America's trashiest publication.

In your uproarious Thursday media column: Gerald Posner lawyers up, your favorite comic strip goes dark, a reporter's ready to run against John McCain, the internet gets more ad money, and something wacky is going on at Elle.

Conde Nast, the only civilized business near Times Square except the Hawaiian Tropic Zone, is considering moving its headquarters down to Ground Zero's 1 World Trade Center. Can you imagine! And Conde's being wooed with some very questionable assurances.

Billionaire entertainment industry power player and Clinton pal Haim Saban is probably still getting over the sting of being unable to completely manipulate The New Yorker's profile of him. Perhaps he will buy Newsweek, as a consolation prize.

In your wet Wednesday media column: Peter Chernin assembling a secret empire, John Carney gets a new job, pay TV is far from dying, Jon Meacham meets Steven Rattner, and Vanity Fair joins the electronic age.

More rumors have emerged about potential buyers for Newsweek, which The Washington Post Co. put on the market a week ago today.

In your holy Tuesday media column: Rupert Murdoch bathes his children in shit, David Brooks' wild undergrad antics exposed, Google has irrational hope for online ads, Playboy goes 3-D, and Donna Brazile is tired of hearing herself talk.

A British fashion magazine has reportedly dubbed its iPad issue "the Iran edition" due to the requirement to remove nipples and other body parts to get content on Apple's tablet computer. Call this the "Apple chilling effect."

In your merry Monday media column: Happy birthday to the Huffington Post, Time Inc's magical advertising salesmanship, working for Felix Dennis is always a party, and the biggest dope ever on television, revealed!

Playboy just announced its first quarter results and it's hemorrhaging money as per usual. Its new turnaround plan: beefing up the magazine's digital presence with a "free, safe-for-work" site. Now you really can just read it for the articles! [PaidContent]

In your enriching Thursday media column: someone in the media finally strikes it rich, everyone blames Jon Meacham, Les Moonves is wildly overpaid, and you better not buy what he's selling.

In your worrisome Wednesday media column: more details on the sudden (hot!) offering of Newsweek for sale, the guys at Atlantic Media hate the Politico, CNN and CBS huddle together for warmth, and cow journalism remains legal—for now.

Lord knows the Washington Post Co. has enough trouble just balancing out the economic black hole that is the Washington Post. They can't deal with Newsweek's losses, too. So it's for sale. And how's this for an enthusiastic sales pitch?

In your biased Tuesday media column: a WaPo reporter loses all credibility with hateful Jesus wingnuts, yet another Tumblr-to-book deal, the entire media apparatus struggles to figure out the internet's secrets, and a new poll proves nobody is credible.

In your magical Monday media column: Media CEOs earn Monopoly money, a fine White House Celebucocksucking Dinner roundup, CNN gets a new toy, and the Arizona Republic finds a use for editorials.

Last Friday, The Wrap reported that The New Yorker was being pressured by billionaire Hollywood power broker and Clinton pal Haim Saban to remove politically (and economically) sensitive portions of a massive new profile of Saban. It didn't work.

In your pleasant Thursday media column: Sarah Palin produces a string of English-language words that ostensibly describe Glenn Beck, a NYT reporter is hazy on sourcing rules, Barack Obama smooches the press, and management moves at Forbes.