I agree with you completely. Every once in a while, there will be a new nightlife columnist that pops up and I'll think I'll have a fun read, but I always end up reading the same old bitch and dance. If these people are being paid off, or if they simply graduated from N.Y.U. (not that that's bad, but YOU know) and got hired by their friend's boss, it all turns out the same old People Magazine inspired who's who they think is who on the town. I, too, get the feeling of bitter wall flowers, or people that simply don't know there's anything else out there. And every once in a while - there'll be someone that refuses to acknowledge that there are things more fun than a night trying to catch a peek of celebrity at Lotus (again, NOT knocking). Give me dirt in a dish, people! Personally, I really am not that interested whether or not Britney farted on Justin's lap (does this mean a reconciliation?!) while grabbing Mariah's tit (fake or no?) when she laughed at Tara Reid's impression of Carson Daley (aging and heartbroken, but what a cutie!) trying to eat her bleached and tanned waxed-to-the-max puss. I wanna read something that'll make me laugh, something the phrase "Holy Shit!" can be used in reference to how well the entertainment did their job and not if you missed a drunk celeb. Or how you can simply have a fun night out on the town not having to spend 25 bucks to be ushered into a room where straight men in see-through shirts tell you they live in Queens (AGAIN, NOT... Oh, who cares?).