Good Morning!  See?  Someone is always having a worse day than you are.  We stumble, we fall.  The entire world sees our wedgie.  We smile and recover.  The runway is such a euphemism for life.

It’s Fashion Week; Fifteen-year-old model, Monika “Jac” Jagaciak, handled this tumble with aplomb at the Hervé Leger show.

The beautiful and always fashion forward Mischa Barton, as a streetwalker walking the streets of New York.  Isn’t she super fab?  Great shoes!

Please.  The traffic cone has better fashion sense than she does.

Sweet Jesus, I hate her.  But you guys already know that.  What do you think of her get-up?

Total hottie Bristol Palin sat down with Greta Van Susteren on Monday night to do her first interview since giving birth to her son, Tripp. Bristol, who got knocked up when she had pre-marital sex, looks, acts, and sounds very much like the teenager that she is. I mean, she seems like a sweet girl, but she’s not especially poised or bright or articulate or capable of interacting effectively with an interviewer — which stands in stark contrast to Chelsea Clinton or Meghan McCain at that age. It’s clear that she was not raised to be a politician’s daughter in the way those girls were. Oh, and she also says that abstinence before marriage is “not realistic.” Ha!

Here’s what’s funny/awesome: Bristol didn’t tell her mom, Sarah Palin, that she was doing this interview until just an hour before. (She’s newly 18, so she can do that now.) They were obviously not expecting Sarah to show up, but, sure enough, Sarah cut short some other activity to be right fucking there when that baby was brought out. You can tell both Greta and Bristol are surprised and kind of annoyed, and Sarah was obviously like “WE MUST SPIN THIS SO MY DAUGHTER DOESN’T RUIN EVERYTHING AGAIN!!” It’s a glorious and uncomfortable trainwreck. That video is here:

Thank you to Busy Bee Blogger for the link!

I went to college with these guys, back when they were playing in a different band. I’m pretty sure I lived with the guitarist for awhile, too, but college is pretty much a blur at this point. They put on a killer live show, and I was so excited when I finally got a fake ID so I could go to all of them (I was Miranda Jayne Quigley from Enid, Oklahoma, and thank you to the friend who found her ID lying on a bench in Lake Havasu and realized we looked a bit alike*). They’re incredibly talented musicians — the lead singer, Palimo, was a piano prodigy as a child, Trent Reznor-style, and, the first time we met, he asked me if I took it in the ass. I had gone to their practice studio with my boyfriend and his best friend, Brian, who was (and still is) the guitarist. There were a bunch of chicks there, a ton of liquor, and like 20 porn mags laying around. Palimo sat on the couch next to me and picked up a magazine, and went through every page and asked me “So, do you do that?”

I was like, “Who the fuck is this guy?,” completely unaware that he would eventually become one of my favorite people in the whole world.

Brian has been in my life forever, it seems. We met in our early college years. He was my boyfriend’s best friend, and I was my boyfriend’s girlfriend, but for the most part we both behaved like his children. We bickered like brother and sister forever, but, as a result, today I feel like I’m bonded with him like a brother. Everyone called him “CG” back then, for reasons I can’t even remember, and every now and then someone would mention “Brian” and for like a full year I would just think to myself, “Who is this Brian I’m always hearing about?” Finally I asked my boyfriend if I was ever going to meet Brian, and he was like, “Um, that’s CG’s real name.” But now he just goes by Brian, and is going to send me an angry email in T minus 10 seconds for reminding people of that old nickname. Whatever. People have been calling me “Evil Beet” since high school. I made a career out of it. Brian is one of the coolest, funniest, smartest dudes I know.

They all moved from Arizona to Philly about six years ago, so I don’t get to see them nearly as often as I’d like, but we keep in touch via email. A little while ago they started a new band called Even Man Out, and they’ve been playing amazing shows along the Eastern seaboard since then. They just released their first album, U N I R O K, and you can listen to some of their tracks, buy their album, or learn about their show dates on their MySpace Music page, or check out their Facebook page here.

Check out Even Man Out here!!!
Check out Even Man Out here!!!
Check out Even Man Out here!!!
Check out Even Man Out here!!!

* I just looked Miranda up on Facebook, and it appears she’s married now and living in Oklahoma City! Thank you for the years of underage drinking, total stranger Miranda!

Katy is denying stories from this weekend that she was rubbing all over Benji Madden on Valentine’s Day. On her blog, Katy says:

It’s two pseudo famous people sitting next to each other… doesn’t mean we were bumping uglies! You know I don’t just do that with anyone! That’s just how the media works, as you can tell. I was there celebrating a really fun show and a boozy valentines with all my good friends. We were like a group of 25! Benji is a nice young fellow, but my heart really belongs to kitty purry/markus molinari. Hope your vagina day was as FUN as mine. Definitely not too heart breaking :) Guess what? I’m in Monte Carlo/Monaco, France right now. Oh shayth do I have frequent flyer milez for days… I wonder if you can cash in frequent flyer miles for a boyfriend rather than just dinners and gift certificates for starbucks? ”How many miles for brad pitt, pls?”

Oooh, trading frequent flier miles for Brad Pitt?

I would totally get over my fear of flying for that shit … if this were ten years ago!

Today I would like to trade my frequent flier miles in for Phelpsy, thank you very much. At the very least, I should be able to trade them in for weed. Then I would lure Phelpsy in with that. See? I am a smart businesswoman.

You really didn’t think we’d make it through an entire New York Fashion Week without Paris Hilton showing up, did you? (Well, I was hoping.)

Paris showed up at Jill Stuart’s show, and held court alongside Kristen Bell, Michelle Trachtenberg, Jessica Stroup and sis Nicky. (Amanda Bynes is sitting next to Nicky, but you can’t see her in most of these shots.)

Paris is the same size as Jessica Stroup these days. That’s scary skinny! What’s with everyone losing weight these days?

Oh, and I love Paris’s tights here. The little design on the side is way cool. I want a pair. They probably cost more than my car.