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8-8-08: IT’S YOUR LUCKY DAY!

The Onion A.V. Club brilliantly dissects the surprisingly durable cinematic mainstay, the Manic Pixie Dream Girl, listing 16 archetypal MPDG’s, from Natalie Portman in “Garden State” to Katharine Hepburn in “Bringing Up Baby.”

Jezebel leads Comcast on a hilarious tour of Daily Cavity Candy, the advertorial omnipresence bought by the cable giant for a baffling $125 million earlier this week.

Entertainment Weekly writes a revealing expose of living life on camera. Shockingly, Lauren Conrad’s real-world celebrity life is very different from what viewers see.

Presidential contender Paris Hilton picks Rihanna as running mate. Multi-culti hotness ensues.

Daily Intel gets a soft spot for Madonna, claims she doesn’t look so awful after all.

If you have dreamed of fashion greatness, you must read “Violet on the Runway.” If you have experienced self-doubt, you must read “Violet by Design.” And if you have felt burdened by high expectations, you must read “Violet in Private,” the third, just-landed book in this awesome series by Melissa Walker, about a wallflower-
turned-model named Violet Greenfield. Obviously, you have experienced all these things. So, buy the book!

Online, Melissa is doing giveaways galore. On the ground, she’s doing a party for the Michael’s crowd, and the aspiring Michael’s crowd. I’ll be there, and I challenge you to find me out. Suspense!

My friend Carly emailed me last week with a request: Would I write about the shovels-full of stupidity packed into a single article of Vogue? Specifically, the article about cell-phone heiress Sloan Barnett, whose latest whim is going green (covered, ahem, in The Times 16 months ago)? I liked the idea, but I was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of stupidity. (This environmentalist owns three homes packed with stuff, and that’s just for starters.) What could I do but procrastinate?

More recently, as duty called, I pored through Fashion Rocks, the Vogue-produced magazine supplement to the September 9 concert. Talk about being overwhelmed by shovels-full of stupidity. There is an “investigation” into “the phenomenon called emo.” Seriously. And there is a full-length story about rock n roll hair. Seriously. And there is much made of The Kills’ Jamie Hince dating Kate Moss — on the cover, no less. Now, here is an insultingly easy question: What monthly is dumb enough to make such a big deal of serial-splitsville residents Kate Moss and Jamie Hince? Or Kate Moss and anybody? There is only one, and it starts with “V” and ends in “E”. Didja get it?