Outside her New York hotel today, a smiling Sarah Palin proved that she has finally conquered her possibly crippling fear of Asians. Jeremy Lin for leader of the free world.

Not many people want to go to fashion shows, but even fewer end up getting invited. Thus, the art of sneaking into shows at New York Fashion Week is perennially well-documented, to the point that one suspects bloggers are paid to sneak into fashion shows to give a fashionable air of danger to the whole enterprise. So let's go further, shall we? Let's go backstage.

Remember Nate Naylor, Scarlett Johansson's boob-obsessed ad exec boyfriend? Two months ago he sucker-punched a romantic rival at a bar, then ran away and hid in a bathroom. But the damsel in question wasn't ScarJo; it was one of Nate's exes.

Hundreds of New York Giants fans have occupied Manhattan's Zuccotti Park, to watch today's Super Bowl victory parade. The crowd of peaceful, if slightly-scruffy demonstrators have no unified message, outside of a vague sense of elation over their team's victory in the world's most hyper-capitalist sporting event. Many, we assume, are unemployed.

The New York City Health Department recently inspected 30 Rock's Starbucks and discovered it to be teeming with "live mice." Consequently, the Starbucks serving the stars of NBC received a 'C.' Which other Manhattan Starbucks stores are among the impressively filthy elite?

Once a leper colony and quarantine zone, North Brother Island is now home to nothing but crumbling walls and a healthy handful of ghosts missing their eyes and noses. Located a measly 350 yards from the Bronx in appropriately named, Hell Gate, it was shut down in 1963 and has been closed to the public since.

Last night was the opening party for XL, the new nightclub in New York's embarrassing (and dirty) soon-to-open gay hotel The Out NYC. The club is absolutely gorgeous. But it's never going to be cool.

Only in New York would a bodega on Avenue A use the gorgeously dilapidated theater above it for a store room. Photographer Kevin Shea Adams got a glimpse inside what used to be the Hollywood Theater before it was shut down in 1959. Since then it's fallen apart, but that's part of what makes it spectacular.

Marc Cenedella, a New York businessman who started an online job search site and now thinks he should be in the United States Senate, has apologized for all of the misogynist and otherwise stupid posts that were written on a website called "The personal blog of Marc Cenedella."

A while ago, a twenty-something geek we'll call Martin arranged a meeting with some potential clients in an an unusual place: the sidewalk across the street from a police precinct on Manhattan's West Side.

The Third Jihad is a "documentary" purporting to show that U.S. Muslims are here to "infiltrate and dominate" America, funded by a mysterious right-wing pressure group. So it was a natural fit for the NYPD, which has launched an unprecedented and illegal campaign of surveillance against Muslim New Yorkers. According to the New York Times, the NYPD screened The Third Jihad on a "continuous loop" for its trainees, and more than 1,500 officers have seen it.

At 12:30AM Sunday, I thought the reason I wasn't getting home as early as planned was that piece-of-shit L train. Seven hours later I found out it was because, among other things, of a severed head.

You know I love a good time lapse movie and I love to ride bicycles, so this video is really freaking cool. The branding folks at Red Peak chained a bicycle to a New York sidewalk and took pictures of it every day for a year. Watch as it slowly is pillaged by thieves.

We all know that the horribly-named The Out NYC, Manhattan's soon-to-open gay hotel, is definitely going to be embarrassing and that it will probably be very sexxxy. Well, now we have confirmation that it's going to be dirty. Not only are they going to have a hot, young, all-male staff, but they're going to set up single guests together and offer discount rooms for hot guys.

The next time people ask me what it's like to live in New York City, I'm going to refer them to today's New York Times story about Aaron Vansintjan, the 21-year-old Belgian college student who managed to undergo about four key New York experiences in the span of a few hours.

For the second year The Advocate, a gay website with an impossible to find print component, has published its list of the gayest cities in America. For the second year it is so incredibly wrong that I can barely contain my gay rage.

We're fascinated by Bronies, the subculture of mostly-male internet nerds obsessed with the new animated series "My Little Pony." So on Saturday, Gawker's Max Read and I visited their natural habitat: the Winter 2012 BronyCon in midtown Manhattan.

In the mood for some class rage? (Of course you are.) Gothamist points us to message board on uptight parenting forum UrbanBaby asking, "What's your hhi [household income] and do you FEEL poor, middle class, upper middle class or rich where you live. No judging."

Though yesterday's news was that 40-year-old confessed Frappucino firebomber Ray Lazier Lengend threw Starbucks-themed Molotov cocktails to avenge petty slights, the New York Daily News reports that prosecutors now say Lengend wanted to hit "as many Muslims and Arabs as possible."

After apprehending the New Yorker who constructed Molotov cocktails out of Starbucks Frappucino bottles and used them to attack Hindu and Muslim places of worship, a bodega, and a priate residence yesterday, the NYPD extracted a confession from the Frap-otov bomber. He's not a huge bigot, just a minor one with a really strong sense of vengeance, the New York Post reports: