This Sunday's New York Times Style Section opened with a monster article on Vice and their scheme to sell "blue-collar culture" to "middle-class kids just out of university." As a bonus, we get Vice co-founder Gavin McInnes' (reportedly un-ironic) take on racial politics: "I love being white and I think it's something to be very proud of. I don't want our culture diluted. We need to close the borders now and let everyone assimilate to a Western, white, English-speaking way of life."

Ms. Christina Aguilera has been enjoying her time in Stockholm. Here's a lovely picture of her being carried back to her hotel yesterday after a lunch at popular restaurant Riche — a favorite dining place of Crownprincess Victoria as well, our spies tell us.

A take on this week's Observer piece on Bill Keller:

What's that delightful tang in the autumnal air? Why, it's the scent of blood from the first battles of the coming Media Class War.

Everyone seems to be freaking out that the recently outed Chuck Pahalanahialouk is a homo — especially Chuckles himself. Did anyone see that Fight Club movie? I don't mean to be bigoted, but you have to admit it was pretty faggy.

Laurel Touby, founder of the excellent mediabistro.com, throws swinging media mixers for writers and editors. Now it seems she's breaking up those rather large parties into smaller, distinctly class-stratified parties, such as an upcoming event which explicitly excludes freelancers and bans "networking." Not everyone is finding that freedom from the rabble so gratifying. A reader writes:

Number one phrase New Yorkers dread to hear in the office: "I need you to go to Boston for a few days." Of being in that city itself, we can only offer our apologies and slip you an Ambien. But now at least you can avoid Amtrak, that scary but cheap Chinatown bus, and a shoe search at JFK. Why, it's LimoLiner, with high speed internet, enhanced cell reception, movies, and a private conference room!

The nightmare is over; the one-hundred thousand Dave Matthews fans gathered in Central Park last night have dispersed to their suburban hovels. There was only one death: a truck loaded with portable toilets crushed a man on Seventh Ave. We die so that Matthews fans might crap.

The annual Best of Manhattan issue has been shipped from the aging boyband that is the New York Press. To their credit, they've nailed some hits: a fantastic story about threeways, a renaming of the heinous internet bar Remote to "Orwell-on-the-Bowery," an ode to the genius of Cabinet Magazine, and the single most horrific description of pubic hair I've ever had the happy misfortune to read. As a special bonus, they smacked down GQ for sullying their cover with the name of dreaded party band Mooney Suzuki. All good.

The New York Post publishes most of a bizarre and catty letter from Pennsylvania's Schuylkill federal prison. The letter reports extensively on the movements of Sam Waksal. Mr. Waksal is a convicted inside trader, a pal of Martha Stewart, and currently works as a janitor.

Ah, The Donald, then and now. A life of evil does horrible things to your face.
Before They Were Rich [Forbes]

On Monday it was reported that 27 people have (so far) passed out and/or thrown up during readings of a new story by Fight Club author Chuck Palahniuk. A reader (who selfishly refuses to disclose the barf-producing plot of the story) writes in to verify: "I was at the Barnes and Noble one and this actually happened. My theory is they hyperventilate; story has enough gruesome details that suggestive people may get a bit too into it. Apparently going to be published in Playboy. Just think of the associations het men are going to have now!" Kids, get cracking: how can we all go on with our little lives until we know what this story is about?

New York media reporter and alleged potential NY mag purchaser Michael Wolff finally bashed back after last week's ass-pounding of his new book in the NY Post. In his delicious letter to the Post's Richard Johnson, Wolff oh-so-cryptically writes "that everything in the media world is about to change. To come apart. Even that the Murdoch era is shortly to end. That we'll soon be able to throw off the mogul shackles."

A disgruntled reader (Gawker, of course, only has disgruntled readers) writes: "Perusing a recent NY Mag, I noticed a quote from one Jonathan Adler in Amy Larocca's article on Chelsea Clinton. He was cited as a cool-kitsch decorator and potter. A few minutes later, I found his name again in "Best Bets" on page 42. So I popped his name into New York's search and I found no fewer than 71 (!!!) references to this guy (not including this week's). So, I ask you, who the hell is Jonathan Adler and why does New York Mag love him? [I]t's not just media people (if New York Mag staffers can be called media people) who sweat Adler: my girlfriend works for an architect and told me that her colleagues talk about Adler like he's a superstar, too. Can you become famous from *pottery*? That's got to be some sort of back-handed compliment: 'He's a famous potter.'"
Search: Jonathan Adler [NY Mag]
About Jonathan Adler [JonathanAdler.com]

I'd kill a dozen fourth-tier California gubernatorial candidates for a copy of hot new glossy Arnold: The American Dream. According to blogger Howard Sherman, "This fawning special edition 'magazine' was 'compiled' by the editors of two muscle mags ('FLEX' and 'Muscle & Fitness;) as well as the gang at AMI (American Media, Inc.) who bring you The National Enquirer, among other pubs. Of course, you wouldn't know any of that by reading this rag since there's no masthead or anything else tying the publication to anyone."
Arnold: The American Dream [Nuggets]

I am unable to look away from this photograph taken last night of Francis Ford Coppola and his Emmy date, Thora Birch. As The Modern Age put it, "Something about this picture is a little too Hollywood and Vine."

Evidently there was some kind of awards show on TV last night, broadcast from the strange planet where the critters who make TV are kept isolated from humanity. Evidently the people on this fucked-up planet believe Everyone Loves Raymond to be the very pinnacle of comedic entertainment. Other things these mutants believe; that Will and Grace's Debra Messing is an actress, and that anyone kept watching The West Wing after creator Aaron Sorkin went off to rehab.
Emmys Wrapup [Gothamist]

Superfamous Lauren Weisberger — authoress of The Devil Wears Prada — has sold her second book (and her first book of actual fiction) to Simon & Schuster for upwards of a million bucks. Women's Wear Daily's Greg Lindsay harrasses the writer's agent, who coughs up a ludicrous statement on the book: It s about twentysomething Manhattanites, [Deborah] Schneider said, but it s more Sex and the City than Bright Lights, Big City. One of the protagonists is a gossip columnist. It s very much an insider girl s adventures in New York. Huh. If anyone finds out exactly what Ms. Weisberger is an "insider" in, do let us know. Bitchery aside, we'll be watching this one closely. Publishing's real monster markets are for celebrity books or for uber-hyped first books by unknowns, but with Ms. Weisberger's clever commitment to the commercial, perhaps she will beat the sophomore slump.
Naming Rights [WWD]

This morning the New York Post bodychecks New York mag contributing editor Michael Wolff's new pop media book, "Autumn of the Moguls." I can't comment on Wolff's book, because our staff hasn't had a chance to summarize it for me yet. (They've been busy this week: as you know, fashion comes first with us.) The Post sounds suspiciously like the kids in our office: they call the book irrelevant, call Wolff weasel-like, and mock both the "mogul" subjects of the book and Wolff's limited access to them.

The Emmy's may be a wee bit grim this year: the cavalcade of death in the last year includes Mr. Rogers, Bob Hope, Robert Stack, and most recently Johnny Cash and John Ritter. But even in this celebrity graveyard we may perhaps find some amusement. Speculating on the reunion of estranged Three's Company co-stars Joyce DeWitt and Suzanne Sommers at the Emmys, an anonymous Datalounge poster writes: