Spotted: Drew Barrymore and Ed Westwick sucking face rather publicly at a Kings of Leon show in Manhattan.

Looks like not-so-young D is back in the bars and on the prowl.

What will Mac Guy think of his old flame’s young fling?

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Thanks Laura!

Listen, I’ve worked with paparazzi agencies for a few years now, and I’ve learned one important thing: trust your instincts above their captions. They may have tagged a photo as “Jennifer Aniston,” and it’s kind of far away and blurry, but it doesn’t quite look like her, so you email them like, “Hey, are you guys totally sure that’s Jen in that shot?” and they write back like, “Yes, we’re sure,” and you still have your doubts so you write them again, “Like, totally sure?” and they’re like “Totally sure” and so you run that photo as Jennifer Aniston and it turns out the next day it was actually her housekeeper and you feel like an ass. This sort of thing happens WAY more often than you’d think, especially considering that this is an entire career for these people. It’s hella frustrating.

But imagine how frustrating it is when you’re Alyssa Milano, and your Z-list lookalike, Christina DeRosa, hits the Emmy red carpet in the most hideous dress ever and the photo agency tags it incorrectly as you.

You’d resort to measures like this, too, even if your first opportunity presented itself at a formal Kate Spade dinner.

I just want to add that I had the opportunity to do a brief interview with Christina about a year ago, at some Hollywood charity event that she had no business being invited to. Nobody knew who she was, but her PR guy thrust her in front of our cameras and was basically like “Her breasts were on Entourage and her website gets 20,000 hits a month.” At that point, I was running a fairly successful website of my own, and my non-verbalized response was something along the lines of “Then they must not have been very impressive breasts,” but, whatever, I interviewed her and found her to be grossly overcoached and famewhorish and annoying. But I’m sure nowhere near as annoying as Alyssa Milano finds her.

Here’s La Lohan at a photo shoot in the Hollywood Hills, where she reportedly spent a great deal of time talking on her cell phone and smoking cigarettes and crying, although it’s not clear exactly what the problem is.

This photo is from Tuesday, the day news broke that she had confirmed her relationship with Samantha Ronson during a late-night radio phone interview (for which she was, perhaps, a little drunk).

Maybe she’s upset that news of Clay Aiken’s open gay-ness hit the same day.

Eh, probably not.

We haven’t seen much of Paris Hilton — then again, there hasn’t been much of her to see.

The heiress hit up LAX with beau Benji Madden on Tuesday and looked particularly starving, even by Paris standards.

What’s up with this??? Does someone need a little bit of attention since she’s not currently banging a woman or releasing a comeback album?

Oh, and she wasn’t wearing a bra, so, ya know, that’s fun.

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If Richard Gere has gerbils up his ass these days, we sure as hell know who’s giving them tongue baths.

Richard looked happy as can be with his wife, Law & Order actress Carey Lowell, at the premiere of his new film with Diane Lane, Nights in Rodanthe in NYC on Tuesday.

OMG. What a vagina tease. These photos are just saying, “Hey, Beet, it’s a hot, wealthy man in a firefighter uniform and there are TONS of pictures of him for you to gawk at. There’s just one tiny catch: it’s Kirk Cameron.”

It’s like how someone approached Kirk Cameron twenty years ago and was like, “Listen, I have this awesome way for you to always be able to feel like you’re better than other people, no matter what. There’s just one tiny catch: You have to abandon all logic and reason.”

The difference is that Kirk Cameron was excited about his proposition.

Anyway, crazy evangelist Kirky was promoting his new film, Fireproof, which actually has fucking nothing to do with hot firemen. The plot synopsis:

Lt. Caleb Holt lives by the old firefighter’s adage: Never leave your partner behind. Inside burning buildings, it’s his natural instinct. In the cooling embers of his marriage, it’s another story.

After a decade of marriage, Caleb and Catherine Holt have drifted so far apart that they are ready to move on without each other. Yet as they prepare to enter divorce proceedings, Caleb’s dad asks his son to try an experiment: The Love Dare.

While hoping The Love Dare has nothing to do with his parents’ newfound faith, Caleb commits to the challenge. But can he attempt to love his wife while avoiding God’s love for him? Will he be able to demonstrate love over and over again to a person that’s no longer receptive to his love? Or is this just another marriage destined to go up in smoke?

Wow, sounds like Caleb is dealing with some weighty issues. Me? I’m just going to spend the rest of the night trying an experiment I like to call The Finding Naked Firemen Photos on the Internet Dare, and I’m fairly confident it’ll be an overwhelming success.