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Forget tonight's celebratory chat between Leno and Schwarzenegger. On Monday, President Bill Clinton will visit the Daily Show to rap with John Stewart about his book and the election. The bad news here is that his appearance with Stewart seems to be a replacement for his rumored-but-quashed potential guest spot on Saturday Night Live. Too bad - it would have brilliant to see him in a debate with some satirized version of a Republican luminary.
Meanwhile, I see that the wags over at Gawker have taken another cliched shot at our swirling metropolis, claiming that the Ugg trend has recently hit L.A. after drifting in westward from the Lower East Side. This is no doubt a reference to a recent spate of Ugg cameraphone pics that have dotted some of the L.A. blogs lately.
Time to get up from your chair, dude. I've been seeing Uggified women (and even a few men) blight the grounds of West L.A. and Malibu for a couple of years, at least. I suppose this is all part of the predictable trend of New York media revisionism. Hollywood, as Defamer says, is the true cultural capital of the world. It's very frightening, but it's true. Even New York isn't immune to its influence - I watched the celebutante prototype get developed at my high school several years before Paris Hilton's sex tape captured the "imagination" of the Manhattan media elite.
Look, I know it's hard for New Yorkers to base their info about L.A. on anything more weighty than an issue of Star Magazine. I know that visits are out of the question - those freeways are fucking scary, huh? The One-Ten, the Ten, the One-Oh-One, What-The-Fuck?
Don't worry. It's alright. We know it's difficult to handle a city that's more complicated than a few colored lines on a grid. But next time, you might want to send one of those "interns" out on a JetBlue flight to Long Beach. Unmitigated snark is so much more amusing when it's accurate.