Blogosteria! PhysioProf at Feministe and others have got their knickers in a twist over The Times‘ coverage of blogging by gender. Whereas a story about the sometimes-deadly stress of (mostly male) tech bloggers appeared in the Business section, a piece about the BlogHer conference was featured yesterday in Styles. Now, I understand all the chauvinist implications of the stories’ respective placement. But, but, but! That dude-blogger story was buried on the Tech page of the Business section. And seriously, who looks at that? The girl-blogger story got front-page treatment in the paper’s most high-profile section (among media watchers). As for the conference’s cringe-worthy portrayal as an Oprah-fied be-in, well, yuck. Still, no female blogger has been found face-down on a crumb-strewn keyboard, dead of a heart attack. So if the cheesy 12-step atmosphere makes she-bloggers rich and famous and healthy to boot, then I would be shotgunning that Kool-Aid too. See you next year in San Francisco!

Thank god I live in America. Now that a British judge has declared that Fleet Street may have to survive without sex scandals, the U.S. is the last remaining country in the West to allow the publication of titillation for titillation’s sake. Kind of like our stance on the death penalty! Anyway, how much can the recent court ruling in Grand Prix chief Max Mosley’s Nazi-S&M case truly affect our knowledge of celebrities’ bedroom lives, when most of them see fit to “leak” sex tapes on a near-daily basis?

Everybody is in love with Formula One hunk Lewis Hamilton, following Cathy Horyn’s adoring profile. Whether he’s gay or straight seems open to debate. But the girls have got a bigger question for the dazzling driver: Who is in charge of the perfectly shaped crescents that are his eyebrows? I know a few peeps who could use an appointment with Hamilton’s personal plucker.