This week, Star Magazine presents some facts you may not know about Oscar nominee Hilary Swank. Specifically, ten things, as in 10 THINGS YOU NEVER KNEW ABOUT HILARY SWANK.

And you thought the mere thought of Schumer posing with a Brad Pitt poster was joke enough.
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Everyday we hear about blogs and mainstream media hating each other, loving each other, fighting to the death, performing CPR, cleaning up the mess, and then going out for Tofutti together. Sunrise, sunset, turn, turn, turn, the circle of life, blah, blah, blah.

We may have spent a good part of yesterday focusing on Kevin Federlust, but the heart is unpredictable and today we've fallen for another man. Jerry Oppenheimer, who already earned our admiration with his brilliant Anna Wintour biography Front Row, has earned our loins' favor with his two-day stint over at The Black Table. He might not be hot in the filthy way that Federline is, but we love him for his mind, you shallow assholes. In recounting the juiciest bits from his storied collection of unauthorized biographies, Oppenheimer reveals that Barbara Walters might be a bit of a racist, Rock Hudson continued to sleep around after he was diagnosed as HIV-positive, Martha Stewart threw nude pool parties, and Hillary Clinton like the phrase, "fucking Jew bastard." (In Hillary's defense, we frequently refer to ourselves with the same epithets.) The only disappointment is that Oppenheimer still won't reveal the details of the Jerry Seinfeld goat-fucking incident, but we're sure he'll put out by the fourth date.
Tell All King Drops The Bomb On Everyone, Parts One And Two [Black Table]

Is anyone else totally loving the exchanges between New York's latest media power duo, Buzzmachine's Jeff Jarvis and The New York Times' Bill Keller?

Sheesh! If we had wanted our delicate sensibilities offended, we would've read The Post.

From today's Corrections:

Hunter S. Thompson definitely would've wanted it this way: The New York Post has some suggestions for honoring the great writer's memory:

The New York Times reports that Suede, the fashion and beauty magazine aimed at African American women who like hip hop and haute couture, has been put on hold after only four issues. (Happy Black History Month, everyone!) According to a statement from Ed Lewis, Essence Communications chairman and chief executive officer: "It has become clear that more time and resources would be needed to further develop this brand."

LA Confidential magazine hosted a recent party for Academy Award nominee Jamie Foxx, during which publisher Jason Binn revealed one of his favorite Foxx memories:

Author and blogger Dennis Perrin offers this bit of video store clerk brilliance in the second of his series of heartfelt Hunter S. Thompson tributes:

Since it's, like, 4:20, we thought we'd take a look at an existential question about James Guckert/Jeff Gannon that comes to us via Salon:

This might reveal our snobbish, New York provincialism, but something about this New York Daily News story struck as odd:

Everyone grab their blankies and apple juice — it's time for today's installment of the Brad & Jen book club, in which we open Brad & Jen: The Rise and Fall of HOllywood's Golden Couple to a random page and select a telling passage. Today's insight comes from page 142:

In this week's New York Press, Matt Taibbi expresses his love for Kurt Andersen in the only way he knows how: by ripping the guy a new asshole.

In the latest edition of New York's Look Book feature, we meet the lovely Duane Littles, an actor who's been on Chappelle's Show and also designs random pieces of clothing. Duane's "over" trucker hats, thankfully, but he's still recovering from a phase involving womens' handbags. Now he likes to wear young girls' clothes — but who doesn't? After the jump, Intern Alexis asks Keaton Clark and Laura McDonald to do their best Robert Verdi impressions and give us their input on Duane's style.

· Times writers obsessively check the 'most emailed' articles list on nytimes.com to bolster their fragile self-esteem. Can't they get their affirmation the old fashioned way: from their mommies? [NYO, fourth item]

Ah, the sweet smell of editorial confusion.
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Earlier: 'NYT' Impersonates 'Star'

You know how it is: a three-day weekend, a hacked Sidekick, a nasty K-hole, and suddenly your schedule is fucked. Intern Alexis, unfortunately, is no exception. It took us a few days to realize she was missing, but once we did, we conducted an exhaustive search — only to find her in a waxing room at Completely Bare, lying in the fetal position, stoned, and babbling about kittens in mittens. We got her cleaned up, of course, and put her right back to work. After the jump, her weekly coverage of the New York Times book review, in all of its sobering glory.

Now that he's had his way with bloggers and talking dogs on his eponymous talk show, The Charlie Rose Experience, featuring Charlie Rose as Himself, Charlie Rose is ready to take on something meatier. Namely, destroying the careers of four year-old art prodigies. Take that, super babies!