Unfortunately, I still wouldn’t throw her out of bed for eating beluga on stoned wheat thins. If she tried to be Marilyn while eating beluga covered stoned wheat thins in my bed, I’d really have to really think about kicking her out. Like any man with urges, I like vagina and can somewhat tolerate cracker crumbs in my bed. Fishy smell is OK by me, from caviar at least.

That said, the NY mag shoot was the worst sort of exploitation of a young woman desperately in need of a leg up to revive her already flagging career. In fact, I’m stunned by what a piece of trash the magazine has become under Adam Moss. When he was ass’t ed at the NYT mag he was the first call every time an EIC slot opened in a national mag, and he turned every job down until NY mag which, under his leadership, has become a slightly more erudite version of the Bravo TV network–the worst kind of effete gossip, tales of the lifestyles of the rich and famous, really just awful dreck dressed up in enough trappings of intelligence to convince the wives of people making more than $300K a year that reading it is somehow different from watching E!. The horror, the horror.