This weekend brought us the eleventh annual Folsom Street East, "New York's one and only S/M-Leather-Fetish block party, the largest outdoor event of its kind on the East Coast." Our Nick McGlynn met the boys on West 28th Street.

· In other of Father's Day, we present our candidate for Dad of the Year. That kid is going to grow up strong.
· Even after a second opportunity to design the bat suit, The Dark Knight's Christopher Nolan still refuses to succumb to the rubber nipple temptation that destroyed a lesser director.
· Is The Thing about to give Invisible Girl a brick-headed Bronsky? We think he is.
· Archaeologists uncover oldest petrified Mickey Mouse popsicle on record.
· Isaiah Washington-related silences are now being broken at an incredible pace.

Tina Brown's "Digging Diana's Grave '07" tour makes a stop at "Entertainment Tonight," as Gawker's inexplicable obsession explains how getting shagged in a field put the bloom on England's Rose.

Angelina Jolie went on The Daily Show last night to talk about her new movie, A Mighty Heart. Jolie addressed the recent exclusion of Fox News from her - yeah, you know what, we don't care either! We just want to know how many more lucky tykes from the Third World are going to join the crew. Host Jon Stewart obliges by asking the question, but chooses a rather unfortunate term to describe her brood. Memo to Brad Pitt: We know you're "waiting for the gays" before you put a ring on that finger, but sack up: They're talking about your kids.

This week The Assimilated Negro and Richard Blakeley canvas the area to see what New Yorkers really think about the greatest plague of the age: man boobs.

While Paris Hilton's ongoing incarceration is tragically delaying her intention to emerge from prison the Nelson Mandela of the bottle-service set, her mere presence at the Century Regional Detention Facility is already improving conditions for her fellow detainees. Initially, we scoffed at Kathy Hilton's suggestion that her daughter's "whole ordeal can shed light on other people (in jail)," but the Access Hollywood testimony of a recent inmate reveals that Paris's stay has resulted in the immediate doubling of prioners' PBJ and bologna sandwich allotment and unexpected early releases; at this rate, by the end of the noble prison-reformer's sentence, the Lynwood "Hilton Suite" will be offering three gourmet meals per day, bunk-bed turndown service, and hot rock massages to all guests who volunteer to extend their stays.

Time Out New York "dating" columnist Julia Allison is a woman with needs: Specifically, she needs a name for her Time Out dating column. Unfortunately, she came by our office and absconded with Richard Blakeley, her personal Albert Maysles, and took to the street to see if New Yorkers had any suggestions. They did! You might too! Be aware: "The Daily Cooze" has already been submitted and rejected.

Out editor Aaron Hicklin invited the gays to celebrate the mag's June issue Hot List last night at the West Village seamen hang-out Anchor Bar. Since we're more N+Butt type of guys, we thought the list was of the 100 hottest gays—but in reality it catalogs hot gay things like gastropubs (#13) and sandwiches (#5). Of course it didn't really matter to us. We were only interested in one particular gay: The gay that pays our rent, Nick Denton. Video by Richard Blakelely.

In what is easily the tensest minute of television since the Man in the Members Only Jacket rose from his seat and disappeared into the Haltson's restroom to void his bladder, motormouthed premium-cable Hollywood agent Jeremy Piven faced off this morning against sinewy Regis Philbin sidekick Kelly Ripa in a test of strength. Promising to double the number of push-ups banged out by Ripa, Piven dropped to the floor alongside his foe, ready to prove to the world that he will not be emasculated by ninety pounds of morning show host.

Landlord and handbag designer Sharif El Fouley is suing the New York City Board of Education for nonpayment of rent on a building he owns in Astoria. Despite how dull that is, Fox 5 really wanted to land an interview with El Fouley for a segment on last night's news. Funnily enough, the "investigative" reporter on the segment, Mary Garofalo, mistakenly sent an email meant for El Fouley to someone else. It said: "Hi Sharif- Please feel free to call me after my story tonight. I absolutely love it. Your hand bag company gets a plug too!" Well there's your Murdochian investigative journalism at work.

A vigilant reader (i.e., one who didn't get cross-eyed drunk to celebrate the return of Top Chef) noticed that the new round of commercials for upcoming Bravo offering Hey, Paula!, a serialized documentary on the effects of prescription painkillers on talent-show judges, went to air without adequate proofreading. We suppose that it's possible there is a better reason than mere carelessness for the mistake; at a network where deep budget cuts force their programming executives to assume second jobs generating their website copy, it's not inconceivable that the talent is required to write and edit promos themselves, and that Abdul—busy juggling the demands of self-medicating, dodging the pack of fluffy dogs constantly underfoot, and approving new storylines for her "character"—was simply too overwhelmed by her multiple responsibilities to catch the error.

After a brief, worrisome ban—imagined, mostly—from "Red Eye," Fox News' late night suicide inducer, Julia Allison was welcomed back to their set last night. Either her fulsome apology for loudmouthing about the show to the New York Observer made everything okay or Red Eye "host" Greg Gutfeld was worried about negative publicity. Or, you know, they needed to fill the seat with someone carrying boobs.

· Minutes and minutes of fun (and a deepened appreciation for David Chase's genius) can be had with YouTube and the search query "Sopranos alternate ending."
· There's is definitely something a little perverse about a Luke/Vader Father's Day gift set.
· Angelina Jolie wears a $26 outfit (not including shoes) to the NY premiere of A Mighty Heart; if her candidacy for sainthood wasn't already a lock, it certainly is now.
· Catwoman money buys a pretty nice spread in Silver Lake.

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Yesterday Les Moonves said that Dan Rather's remarks about Katie Couric were "sexist." Yesterday afternoon, Neil Cavuto let Dan Rather strike back. "Les Moonves knows about entertainment, but he doesn't know about news," Rather said. Snappity snap!

Fifty auditioners are in the running for "The Next Internet Millionaire." Since dot-com millionaire Joel Comm invited would-be millionaires to apply for a role on his show (competing for a $25,000 prize and a business gig), dozens of YouTube users have posted video auditions. But oh my god everyone, we have to save this show from being a boring contest between suit-wearing yawn-worthy business clones. Vote for these twelve characters to turn The Next Internet Millionaire into "Fear and Loathing on the Apprentice."

Tubby peacenik Michael Moore took to the airwaves this morning to decry the media's coverage of Iraq in the run-up to the war. Lighting into "Good Morning America" anchor Chris Cuomo, the ample activist blamed ABC and the other networks for failing to ask the tough questions. A visibly annoyed Cuomo pulled the "my anchor got blowed up" card in defense. It's a nice bit of television: Whether you come down on the side of Moore or the side of the media, it allows you to dislike both of them equally.

The star of this week's look at the New Yorkers who don't make the cut in New York is the novelist with the most diamonds. Richard Blakeley spends some time with Dr M.F., author of Nothing's Wrong.