This is Why I Love Thom Yorke, and, by Association, Radiohead. I Mean, I Love Them Anyway, But Now I Love Them More.

Miley Cyrus threw a little post-Grammys hissy fit on the radio after she got snubbed by Radiohead backstage:


"I'm like, these are the people I really want to meet. I'd freak out. They're my rock gods. These are the only people that I would cry over…My manager asked and said, 'Miley's really obsessed. And they were like, 'We don't really do that.' .... I left 'cause I was so upset. I wasn't going to watch. Stinkin' Radiohead! I'm gonna ruin them, I'm going to tell everyone."


Radiohead (via UsWeekly, natch) issued a response:

"When Miley grows up, she'll learn not to have such a sense of entitlement."

Thank you, Mr. Yorke.

I Must Apologize...

Apparently, I've been brainwashed by Us Weekly.

One of my former editors at the L.A. City Beat, Ron Garmon, informed me that he would rather have Thanksgiving dinner with a leper than anyone on my poll.

Some people don't want to have dinner with uber-celebs -- I get it, I knew it before, and I'm sorry I didn't think of that before I posted the poll.

So, in response to people (who are actually like me in not wanting to spy on celebs all the time), I will post a new poll about the poll I just posted.

I know ... I really need to get back to work.

The Trials and Tribs of an Us Intern

It was a slow day (and relatively relaxing with our "Intern Coordinator on vacation), so I picked up nail art stickers from the Duane Reade in our building.

My Annoying Co-Intern at Us Weekly

Her name is Katie Kane, and she's not really annoying, but I thought I'd put her up here anyway, because I'm pretty sure she'll be on TV one day soon.

Can't you just see it?

"Hi, it's Katie Kane here with your morning update!"

File this Under "Mind Your Own Damn Business"

A PR chick tattled on me to my ultra-cool* boss at Us Weekly this weekend.
















Apparently, she thought I was "really rude and unprofessional" at an art event in a warehouse space that featured portraits George Bush and Paris Hilton composed entirely of vaginas and and -- *ahem* --- "rear exits" clipped from porn magazines.

Not that I have a problem with the art. But I'm fairly certain that the girl who tattled on me (and was kind enough to "sign" her name to me with hand signals) wasn't even working on that event. She was just there, smoking cigs and concentrating on not eating ever, and smiling an over-enthusiastic skeleton smile at a frat boy in a bouffant who probably just got back from a lacrosse match in the Hamptons.

Also, for the record, I don't recall being either "rude" or "unprofessional."

Note to self: post-sorority PR girls are the Devil.

I love NY.


*She actually thinks her interns are mindless droids.

Randomness

I'm interning at Wenner Media (which is the group that publishes Rolling Stone, Us Weekly and Men's Journal), and I've noticed that there are two ways that people here will pass each other in the halls:
1) The I don't see you because you are invisible to me look, which is a slack-eyed, head-up frowny stare, and
2) The tight smile-frown, which is a smile begrudgingly given to strangers. It looks like a turtle face.


Both are crappy. But I think I'd rather have the invisible one.

Lehman is down and out, along with AIG -- everything's turning into doodoo here around Wall Street.

Last night, I saw a man in a suit behind a bank. He was bedding down for the night with another homeless person. Coincidence? Maybe.... My dad says Wall Street is the new ghetto. And he's, like, always right. (Right?)

Lastly, Tori Spelling is gross, and I don't like her, her shameless self-promotion, her use of her babies to that end, and the fact that she clearly is fighting to keep her mustache hidden.



That's all for now...