This is Mr. MILF and me. Apologies for the PDA. XOXO

For all you ageists out there: Slate’s 80 Over 80: The Most Powerful Octogenarians in America.

Todd Palin’s Secret Service name is Driller. For real! Credit to The Washington Post’s Amy Argetsinger’s ace reportage.

Amanda Fortini reveals how not to get wrinkles — the natural way — in Slate.

Did you know Lily Cole is a genius? Read more stuff you didn’t know about models on The Frisky.

All the lady bloggers are talking about the Thursday Styles teen-girls-talk-too-much story. Another form of co-rumination, perhaps?

Weird but true: The Times reports that Sanjaya Malakar is starring in Nationwide Financial ads. He follows in the hallowed footsteps of K-Fed.

Broadsheet’s Tracy Clark-Flory admirably defends Cintra Wilson’s super-sexist, on-target Sarah Palin imagery in Salon. At left, the new Sarah Palin doll. I hope her knees give out immediately.

Which is more mind-boggling: That Jessica Simpson makes a $3,330 Fendi blazer look knock-off cheap on the cover of Lucky? Or that she continues to land non-wig-magazine magazine covers on a monthly basis? I don’t know about you, but I’ve never heard her sing a song and, beyond “Dukes of Hazzard,” I can’t name a single movie she’s made. So, just where in the culture is she relevant?

I am freaking out about my hair part! In his Editor’s Letter, Graydon Carter catalogs all the reasons John McCain is unfit for the presidency, and reason numero uno is that “he parts his hair on the wrong side of his head. That is to say, the right side.” OMG! I am a right parter too! And right-parters, according to a team of sociologists, tend to exhibit obsessiveness, defensiveness, extremism, fanaticism, weakness, and woodenness. Even worse, six right-parter presidents are considered failures, notably Ronald Reagan. Even Clark Kent is a right-parter, while Superman is a leftie. What’s especially distressing is that my hairdresser, from time to time, tries to give me a left-part cut, just to change things up. My hair, however, has always resisted, and that makes the situation all the more desperate. Thankfully, there is a major silver lining: Dubya is a left-parter. So maybe, hopefully, critically, the relevancy of the hair part is a bunch of hooey after all. But I’m still freaked out.

The reporters at The Wall Street Journal Weekend section must be psyched about the astounding boredom, cluelessness and general scorn surrounding the paper’s new magazine — imaginatively named WSJ — for people at the bottom enjoy nothing more than the emergence of a new whipping boy. As everyone knows, the Journal’s Weekend staffers are considered the paper’s ghetto lightweights, and no small part of the resentment stems from the fact that Weekend’s made-up trend stories pull in the high-revenue luxury advertising that pays for the insidery, Pulitzer-strength reportage that gives The Wall Street Journal its considerable edge. But WSJ the Magazine trashes every bit of insidery cachet in every single story.

That the following analogy passed editorial muster tells you all you need to know about how far outside its league Tina Gaudoin & Co., has stumbled: In a story about the impending American arrival of Topshop, the white-hot fast-fashion chain is said to be “similar in price-point and cool factor to Club Monaco.” Well. Club Monaco certainly purveys great basics, and Tonne Goodman of Vogue has said that the chain provides the foundation of her travel wardrobe. But no way would Kate Moss ever get into bed with Club Monaco. Topshop regularly appears on fashion types in party photographs, alongside YSL, Gucci and Chanel. But Club Monaco? Maybe for a “Stars: They’re Just Like Us” drugstore run. But Club Monaco isn’t even buzzy enough to be identified in one of those fashion credits.