The Times is totally jonesin’ for a catfight! For the second time in two weeks — with two different reporters, no less — the paper of record has wondered whether the blogosphere is big enough to accommodate the massive forces of nature known as Arianna Huffington and Tina Brown. If they were men, of course, the story about their competing ventures — The Huffington Post and Brown’s Daily Beast – wouldn’t exist. But these tough broads know better than to complain about prominent publicity, especially to a dumpy old man of the industry who can’t figure out how to make dough from this newfangled internet thing.

p.s. If A-Huff and T-Bro joined forces, would the new venture be called The HuffBro?

Here’s an idea for all you so-called Recessionistas profiled in Sunday Styles: Shopaholics Anonymous. When you get there, you’ll meet lots of girls eager to closet swap — new clothes! no spending! — and you’ll get down with Jesus too.

By the way, doesn’t taking on a leadership role in Recessionista-era Shopaholics Anonymous sound like the perfect post-election job opportunity for a certain bible-thumping, $150,000 woman?

When Rosemary Rodriguez chose Naomi Watts as spokesmodel of the relaunched Thierry Mugler label, did she throw darts at a board? Because it is a mystery how the only fashion house capable of crafting clothes as strong as such glamazons as Nadja Auerman, Ivana Trump and Jerry Hall, could find Naomi Watts on its radar. Talented and beautiful she may be but, as an instructive slideshow on Style.com attests, Watts conjures nothing of the Mugler woman and it’s impossible to imagine Mugler choosing Watts were he involved in the spring relaunch. At his ’80s apex, Mugler was the king of big — big personality, big style, big anatomy — and Watts is too demure, too bland, too tiny. That she landed the deal is a sign of how little minded we’ve become, and it’s no wonder Mugler is doing costume work. If we ever get Mugler the man back in fashion, we’ll know we’re onto something … huge.