I almost forgot to tell you! I stood behind Isaac Mizrahi in the Zabar’s checkout last night! Ingredients for his famous baked ziti and chocolate ice cream were in abundance — and so was his lavender pashmina! He paid with Visa, and then he was whisked off by a black BMW. Not exactly the ideal car for a nice Jewish boy but he’s good to his mother, so I love him anyway. Mwah!

Graydon Carter’s got a Christmas gift for the girls — boys! Really hot boys! With serious smarts! Seriously, once you get past the massively photoshopped Kate Winslet cover, you get three reportorial studs on a single Contributors page — Niall Ferguson, William Langewiesche and Seth Mnookin. Further in, a gorgeously sculpted ballet dancer named Roberto Bolle fronts “Fanfair,” which has heretofore been reserved for female pinups. And in my personal favorite, Spotlight is devoted to the impossibly handsome polymath James Franco, who is enrolled in graduate-level writing and filmmaking programs at Columbia and NYU. Give us more, Graydon, give us more!

Anybody who is unemployed at the moment — and let’s face it, if you’re reading this, you probably are — should find inspiration in the unconventional path trod by Naomi Duguid and Jeffrey Alford. Profiled in The New Yorker, they are a married pair of award-winning cookbook authors who have been traveling Lonely Planet style around Asia, off and on, since they met in a Lhasa hotel 23 years ago. Two lost souls, they discovered their food obsession once they got together and saw they needed a steadier income than Alford’s drug-running. Now, I know you’re probably thinking you’re far too conventional to run off to Burma, and everyone will miss you besides. Well, first of all, Naomi Duguid made partner at her law firm before she skipped town for Tibet. Second, being missed is a wonderful thing, although, to be frank, nobody is going to miss you. And third, take it from me because I know firsthand  — even if you do Asia on a shoestring, you will feel really rich over there and you’ll do enough drugs to give you the creativity you need to reinvent yourself. Doesn’t that sound like so much more fun than selling your soul and moving to Dubai, like those schmucks profiled in New York Magazine this week?

p.s. Doesn’t Naomi Duguid look more like Lindsay Lohan’s mother than Lindsay Lohan’s actual mother? By golly that would explain a lot.

Every time I see this this ridiculously magnetic picture of Naomi Campbell for Yves Saint Laurent, I turn myself in knots trying to solve a very fundamental dilemma. If you could choose one, which would you take: Naomi’s eternal, silky smooth gams? Or her silky smooth, cerulean jacket? Such a toss up!