There’s nothing quite like a little unsubstantiated gossip to get our motors running. Which is why we were delighted by the dishy email this morning claiming that less than a week after PageSix.com’s triumphant launch, there’s already an onslaught of infighting, cattiness and overall dissension in the ranks.
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From the mailbag: “The Post has put a billboard outside the windows of the NYDN features department on the corner of 10th ave and W 33rd. It says ‘Six Appeal’ and shows the new P6 mag peaking about of the paper with the Page Six logo on the bottom right hand corner of the billboard.”
Sadly, we hear the party is mostly for ad types.
That doesn’t mean we won’t be crashing in the hopes that Paula Froelich is doing more of her stand up, but if Sessa ain’t showin’, what’s the point?
We heard Page Six the Magazine was supposed to make its second appearance today, but since it’s raining and there’s no way we are going to walk the four steps to the deli around the corner, we thought we would take a browse online to see what we could find.
Great! The old issue! Which we read like six months ago. We may just have to venture out and grab it. But if we catch pneumonia, we’re sending the hospital bill to Richard Johnson.
• Seriously, we didn’t mean for Love Monkey to get cancelled. The only things we have left to watch now are The Biggest Loser and Carpetbagger.
• It was the first time we read her column in months, and Cindy Adams left us baffled for an entire day.
• Our burning passion for fashion week to be over high-jacked our mouse — all we could click on were Diane Von Furstenberg dresses and Marc Jacobs bags.
• We’re still crying over Fake Paris Hilton’s blog, lack of friendsters, and failed attempts at publicity.
• Stalking Ashton Kutcher is so much better than watching Colin Farrell’s sex tapes. If only we could move to South Hollywood and make a celeb stalking reality show. Then we’d have something to watch in Love Monkey’s absence.
• Page Six The Magazine manages to survive being stolen by the Daily News, and spreads its glossy wet dreaminess all over the city.
• Good thing celebrities have hairdressers/people they pay to be their gay boyfriends.