Nicole Richie

My sincere apologies, city-doers, for my slacking and your lacking of imperative celebrity gossip amidst something about an election. I assure you my absence and this tardy column is due to a series of spooky soirees and fabulous fashion galas, and not piles of (literal and figurative) wasted hours watching Paris Hilton find a new BFF. Either way, partying like Paris ensues. Finally using elementary school’s damn little Ws, a few party tips guaranteed to make you tipsy read more...

Though I try to stick to jabs and stabs at my celebrity friends, never before has the line between politics and celebrity been as blurry as a Madonna covershoot. (I’ve saved you the pleasure of myself donning the pantsuit ensemble, but rest assured there’s a rifle in my pocket.) If the mere presence of bikini-clad gun-totin’ VP wannabe Sarah Palin makes you think Ashton Kutcher is hiding behind the podium, you’re not alone. If you believe Hilary is to Sarah as Nicole is to Paris, you’re halfway there. And if you dug this week’s debate way more than Wife Swap but a little less than America’s Next Top Model, you’re ready. read more...